Ten had come....dutifully. Jacinda had laughed at her flat look and playfully hugged her. "Oh come on! It's not that bad. It'll be fun. I promise. And then I'll go with you. Anywhere. You can take me to Tibetan throat singers or whatever." And then she winced. What did I just agree to? She'd heard that music recently and was amazed at how....boring it was. All monotone and stuff. Just an endless BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH with no stops for breaths Prolly was doing the circular breathing she could never master. Impressive. But definitely nothing fun and light.
Well, she'd owe Ten and so she'd go. That's what sisters did, she guessed. Not that she'd had any growing up. Still, a friend was a friend.
So she'd dolled herself up with a light application of makeup, put her hair in a jaunty ponytail held by a scrunchy. Not bad for an old lady, she thought as she checked herself out in the mirror. Especially in tight black jeans, soft cream v neck t shirt, her dark silver leather jacket, and the black laceup boots that went to her knees.
Special made, those, soft leather with silver buckles and eyelets. The heel was normal. Running was always a possibility and she needed to be able to do it. Oh, and of course the best part. Slots in the sides where her staves could go. Carbon nano fibers that would telescope out with a flick. And break a bone. Plus a small battery that let them deliver a nice shock or ten.
It was a concert, but you never knew. Violence could spring up anywhere.
Like for instance right now. The sound of gunshots cut the quiet of the park. Damn it! She scanned the night, looking for movement. The moment stretched out and sirens blaired in the night. Far against the blackness a darker shape moved and then disappeared. Tiny. Maybe it was the distance.
Or someone really small. Hard to tell. The movement was a bit off too. Injured? Not their business....unless it was a naga or something. They'd been sighted.
She looked at Ten. She wanted to go to the concert but she was pretty sure Ten would jump at the delay. She rollled her eyes and shrugged. "Alright. Let's check it out."
Well, she'd owe Ten and so she'd go. That's what sisters did, she guessed. Not that she'd had any growing up. Still, a friend was a friend.
So she'd dolled herself up with a light application of makeup, put her hair in a jaunty ponytail held by a scrunchy. Not bad for an old lady, she thought as she checked herself out in the mirror. Especially in tight black jeans, soft cream v neck t shirt, her dark silver leather jacket, and the black laceup boots that went to her knees.
Special made, those, soft leather with silver buckles and eyelets. The heel was normal. Running was always a possibility and she needed to be able to do it. Oh, and of course the best part. Slots in the sides where her staves could go. Carbon nano fibers that would telescope out with a flick. And break a bone. Plus a small battery that let them deliver a nice shock or ten.
It was a concert, but you never knew. Violence could spring up anywhere.
Like for instance right now. The sound of gunshots cut the quiet of the park. Damn it! She scanned the night, looking for movement. The moment stretched out and sirens blaired in the night. Far against the blackness a darker shape moved and then disappeared. Tiny. Maybe it was the distance.
Or someone really small. Hard to tell. The movement was a bit off too. Injured? Not their business....unless it was a naga or something. They'd been sighted.
She looked at Ten. She wanted to go to the concert but she was pretty sure Ten would jump at the delay. She rollled her eyes and shrugged. "Alright. Let's check it out."