Together, we Conquer

Meeting New and Finding Old

March 17

Madran, Suga, and Sheila spent the rest of their Monday doing a bunch of nothing, but found the need to spring into action on Tuesday, due to the "model meet-up," as Madran had put it. Sheila was hovering over her and Suga like a vicious mother hen while they were preparing, reminding Madran much of Elia when she took Madran to observe her in a court case.

"Hurry up with your coffee, Madran, and get out of your pajamas and into those fancy clothes I'm sure you brought!"

"Um, what are we doing?"

"We're meeting very important people today, and I want to leave a good impression! Yes, Suga, you can wear your hair like that, but PLEASE-"

"Calm down, Sheila! Goodness, there's three hours before the thing."

"We have to be there in two!"

"I think you're taking the whole '10 minutes early' rule a bit too seriously. Are we walking there or something?"

Sheila sighed.

"Go, make your beds!"

"Sheila, there's a thing called room service."

"They're busy enough with everyone visiting! Go, finish your damn coffee!"

"Goodness, you are stressed. The world isn't going to end if I don't chug my coffee. Plus, it's hot."

"Your persona uses fire magic! You should be used to it!"

"And yet, you still shield your eyes from intense light, even when Nefertiti uses bless attacks."

Sheila let out a frustrated groan.

"Also, I seriously bet that you're excited to see Rise, so why don't you quit bugging us and get out of YOUR pajamas? Like, seriously, there are so many contradictions with what you're doing."

"And there you go again, with that dumb bitchy sass crap. You can catch more flies with honey, hun!"

Madran glared back at Sheila.

"And SOMETIMES, honey kills flies who get stuck in it, SHEILA!"

"Guys, could you quit arguing?"

Kinaru had poked her head into the room.

"Madran, get dressed, Sheila, get dressed, Suga, get dressed. Chop chop, everyone, there's no room for pointless bickering."

Madran huffed, and stomped off to the bathroom with her outfit in hand. After much annoyed dressing, she got herself into her outfit and felt slightly better. She then went out and let Suga in, who was next.

"Oh, Sheila?"

"Yeah?"

"Um, sorry about that. Y'know, my little outburst a bit ago."

Sheila smiled.

"Oh, it's fine. I was kinda doing the same as well. Um, you look nice in your outfit."

Madran stood in front of the mirror and twirled around. She had packed a green blouse, blue dress shirt, and blue long-skirt and dress shoes.

"Aww, thanks."

"Hey, Madran, how do I look?"

Suga had stepped out of the bathroom. She wore a boyish suit with a pink locket that had the peace symbol on it, black slacks, shoes similar to Madran's and had her hair combed down. Suga's hair, aside from the black shade, reminded Madran much of a few select female singers from the 80's, but much shorter.