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REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION
[There is a girl in a delicate sundress advancing through the snow with her head down, stopping behind every tree big enough to cover her position, to look at the area around her. She shivers, and her hair had collected frost that had stuck on her blond hair, but her eyes continuously scan every tree in the environment with distrust and paranoia, ignoring the environment around her, as if she was being hunted.
Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.
More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.
Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.
She mutters to herself.]
I've seen this before... I left this back there.
Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.
More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.
Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.
She mutters to herself.]
I've seen this before... I left this back there.
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Upon reaching the store, the taller woman hesitates. She had never been in a civilian environment with these conditions -unarmored, unarmed, and without even military clothing-. She feels overwhelmed. Exposed. A part of her knows she shouldn't feel that way. Yet she does.]
How many are usually inside?
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Maybe a dozen at most? Is that okay?
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It is, ma'am.
[And dares to venture in, along with Charlotte. The colorful environment is alien to her... but there were no threats.
There shouldn't be threats. It was a civilian environment. In spite of it all, Daisy disliked feeling out of her element.]
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In lieu off, at a cautionary glance, seeing anything she knows will work, she instead looks up at the girl next to her]
Do you see anything?
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As she looks for clothes, she had to admit, the store had variety... but fitting for all other sizes.]
Not much.
[But the skirts made Daisy wonder why would people wear ridiculously little.
She looks above the sections, trying to avoid whatever glances there might be. There seemed to be a section where there could be medical- fitting clothes.]
Do you think there might be in that section?
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Charlotte can't help but frown at the not very attractiveness of them but oh well]
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Which one would you suggest?
[Spartans knew little about fashion. But even a civilian would have trouble finding something decent in this place for her.]
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Why don't you put this on for now? The first thing we need to do is try to find you some tights or pants- your legs must be freezing, right?
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And she notices her legs had remained together for a good time beneath the delicate sundress. She hated loose clothing.]
A pair would be good. [Oddly, she isn't as embarrassed as you would think. She is from a gender-friendly military in which shared showers are a norm.]
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she hands them off]
Do you think these will fit?
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And they are still short. Her ankles would be uncovered. One pair would even expose her shins.
But, they don't make fashion for Spartans out of armor. Not even they would buy it. Some of them would think it's fashionable to go to formal events with their suits of armor.]
These will do for the moment. [She speaks, resigned. She looks at Charlotte for a moment, wondering whenever if to ask her if she was in the same boat as her would have been covered in her order to not treat her like a princess.] This problem is common?
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I have trouble finding tops that fit me here. [Because almost no one has boobs as big as she does. There's a few that comes close, yes, but she's really a grade apart from quite a few of them] This shop has clothes just show up, so I check back often, but I think it's mostly for the um, "average" size person.
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[...Wait. What.]
Clothes "just show up" in here?
[Seriously, what. This place has a grudge against physics?]
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[Doop doop... oh. Err]
But yeah... They jus tappear. It might be them shipping in new products via teleporting?
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In any case... my wardrobe isn't that big. All I used were uniforms. [And suits of armor.]
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You should check if they have boots in your size, maybe?
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[Charlotte, seriously, stop her before she becomes a fashion abomination. There has to be a plain white suit for a two-meter tall person. Anything! You're the genius here!]
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And after some searching, here it is. Or she assumes this'll work. It's a a simple suit (plus pants) for a tall... person. Probably a man's thing but she's so tall it'll probably work anyway, right? Right? Not black tie or the best for the weather perhaps, but. She points to it]
How about that?
[The jacket she can wear over... well that won't work perfectly, but it'll at least be warmer. ...and boots. After pointing so goes back to the boot search]
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Perfect.
[And so, she actually picks it off, and wanders off to a booth for a moment to actually try it. After a minute, the taller woman comes out, no longer wearing the sundress, and her wings more confidently moving with the new set of fashion. The rest of her clothes rest on her shoulder.
Again, Charlotte would notice that she was satisfied. This was the nearest thing she had to her uniform, after all.]
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Oh, you look great! [Which is why she's proud, by the time Daisy's out again, to hold out a pair of boots. She's not the best at estimate sizes, but they were larger and in women's sizes, so she's hoping it'll work]
Hmm?
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She attempts to put the boots on with a pair of socks, and they actually fit. Now, had it not been for the lack of insignia and colors, her current clothes had the formality she needed. She awkwardly tries to get rid of the folds that form, but she is nonetheless happy.
SPARTAN-023 looks at Charlotte.]
You're good.
[A subtler way of saying "thank you".]
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[But then she giggles. She can't play arrogant all the time]
But thank you. I'm glad we were able to find you something.