Miss Blonde
Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Cartao
Local time 1200
Patricia sat back on a bench outdoors, her hair blew in the stormy wind that was jungle storm on the lush green planet of Cartao. Wearing her ex fiancé and late father of her children's jacket to keep dry she was waiting for a few representatives to show up to discuss business about the clones. Specially the Isard clones who had proven themselves to be just as combat effective and deadly as their Mantis brothers. They had made a few alterations to their DNA to make them a bit heavier in muscle weight but everything was still relatively the same.
In front of her the woman watched an empty landing pad that was hopefully going to be filled soon by either [member="Matsu Ike"] or the chosen clone template herself [member="Willa Isard"] either one would suffice to discuss business. For now Patricia would just sit and wait in the warm jungle rain that would soak her clothes to the bone. It was always polite to greet your guests once they arrived and more than likely if whoever it was coming to see her didn't have an umbrella on hand would be soaked as well within a few seconds of stepping off the ramp.
"You're telling me we have the ability to create life but we don't have a single umbrella?!" Patricia said as a crack of thunder rang out.
"I'm afraid not ma'am." A short black haired man in glasses said to her as he stood beside the bench equally drenched.
"Can you order one for me when this is over? And one for yourself." she asked her assistant.
"Yes, Mrs.Garter." he said before sniffling his nose a bit.
For now they would wait though.
Local time 1200
Patricia sat back on a bench outdoors, her hair blew in the stormy wind that was jungle storm on the lush green planet of Cartao. Wearing her ex fiancé and late father of her children's jacket to keep dry she was waiting for a few representatives to show up to discuss business about the clones. Specially the Isard clones who had proven themselves to be just as combat effective and deadly as their Mantis brothers. They had made a few alterations to their DNA to make them a bit heavier in muscle weight but everything was still relatively the same.
In front of her the woman watched an empty landing pad that was hopefully going to be filled soon by either [member="Matsu Ike"] or the chosen clone template herself [member="Willa Isard"] either one would suffice to discuss business. For now Patricia would just sit and wait in the warm jungle rain that would soak her clothes to the bone. It was always polite to greet your guests once they arrived and more than likely if whoever it was coming to see her didn't have an umbrella on hand would be soaked as well within a few seconds of stepping off the ramp.
"You're telling me we have the ability to create life but we don't have a single umbrella?!" Patricia said as a crack of thunder rang out.
"I'm afraid not ma'am." A short black haired man in glasses said to her as he stood beside the bench equally drenched.
"Can you order one for me when this is over? And one for yourself." she asked her assistant.
"Yes, Mrs.Garter." he said before sniffling his nose a bit.
For now they would wait though.