08-31-2016, 08:33 PM
He let her hands fall to her sides. Then, as though examining a dog on parade, he scrutinized her as he circled. Surprisingly, his eyes roamed the contours of her outfit rather than the image of pale skin beneath. He was focused, unusually pensive. There was only one woman he knew as Atharim. A girl really, although probably not that much younger than Oriena, Rune seemed infantile in comparison. Or perhaps Oriena seemed ancient. He wasn't sure which was the more accurate.
It wasn't Rune he needed to emulate with Oriena. Although changing her appearance might come in handy. But she didn't need a new face, and Jaxen was rather fond of the one she had.
No. It was the theme that Rune expressed that was needed. "You need to look more tactical. We are pretending to be Atharim ourselves. So you need pants that are practical rather than sexy. A jacket you could hide a gun beneath. And boots comfortable to run in. Your hair pulled back. Makeup simpler. And nothing too expensive."
as demonstration, he plucked at the jacket of his suit. The label was nice, but off the rack. Nothing high end. Good enough to be taken seriously but not so much as to attract attention.
Lifting the flap of the suit coat, a holster wrapped his shoulder. A handgun sat secured in place. Jaxen hadn't known exactly which gun to acquire and options weren't endless on such short notice, but he remembered enough details about the firearm to get close enough for realism. The man he was imitating likely always carried.
"Luckily, I anticipated this issue and have a stash of options for you in the bedroom. Pick what you want out of the pile."
There were a variety of cuts and sizes, including three options for footwear. Jaxen guessed at the fit, but given his experiences in life, he had an eye for those things.
He winked as he gestured at the bedroom. "Unless you changed your mind about going? In which case you can wait here like the good housewife and have dinner on the table when I get home"
It wasn't Rune he needed to emulate with Oriena. Although changing her appearance might come in handy. But she didn't need a new face, and Jaxen was rather fond of the one she had.
No. It was the theme that Rune expressed that was needed. "You need to look more tactical. We are pretending to be Atharim ourselves. So you need pants that are practical rather than sexy. A jacket you could hide a gun beneath. And boots comfortable to run in. Your hair pulled back. Makeup simpler. And nothing too expensive."
as demonstration, he plucked at the jacket of his suit. The label was nice, but off the rack. Nothing high end. Good enough to be taken seriously but not so much as to attract attention.
Lifting the flap of the suit coat, a holster wrapped his shoulder. A handgun sat secured in place. Jaxen hadn't known exactly which gun to acquire and options weren't endless on such short notice, but he remembered enough details about the firearm to get close enough for realism. The man he was imitating likely always carried.
"Luckily, I anticipated this issue and have a stash of options for you in the bedroom. Pick what you want out of the pile."
There were a variety of cuts and sizes, including three options for footwear. Jaxen guessed at the fit, but given his experiences in life, he had an eye for those things.
He winked as he gestured at the bedroom. "Unless you changed your mind about going? In which case you can wait here like the good housewife and have dinner on the table when I get home"