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Location: Bloody Moon Territory / Von Dyle's House
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Time Of Day: Late Morning
Weather: Mid-Heavy Rain
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❀"M-make sure that you keep a professional appearance sweetie," Dyle's step father spoke to her as she was touching up her light make-up. His holographic face was glazed with its usual cost of concern, and heavy worry, with only a light shade of pink from her visual settings.
"If you're unsure of something, don't be afraid to ask questions or for help!" She glanced towards him from her mirror, offering him a small smile.
"Don't worry Dad," she spoke, her words were slightly slurred as she glided the lip stick across her moistened lips.
"I'm only doing the minimum since I can't make any real decisions unless necessary. What could I possibly fu-" She paused. Her father was not a fan of any type of vulgar language.
"-mess up if I say 'Yes' or 'No'." She had confidence in her ability not to mess things up, but it seemed like her father needed a bit of extra convincing to ease his nerves.
"A lot of things can go wrong with yes or no answers," he exclaimed, his face clearly reddening even with the pink filter.
"Th-th-th-this doesn't even need to be applied to politics! Y-y-you could say yes to a ride home- nod even! - o-oooor a drink from a stranger! They find out you're a-a-a-!"
"Dad. I'll be okay." It was a simple sentence. Her voice was stern, with a slight husk from morning drowsines. Other than her position as second in command, it was her manish voice that had her father concerned as there wasn't much that she could have done about it without tamoering with her vocal cords, her natural weapons.
"I'll be in, and out with no problems. Really."
Her father sat for a moment, before nodding, and smiling to her.
"Alright honey," he said calmly.
"I'll leave you to it then.. I'll see you in a day or two, and you can take your old man out to eat or something."
Dyle smiled and nodded.
"I'll see you dad. I love you."
"Love you."
With a click, she was alone in her home.
She pulled her long dark hair into a bun before grabbing her purse, and keys. She also grabbed Melvin, her sentient revolver off of his silk pillow, and strapping him into her thigh holster. Ready to go, she grabbed an umbrella, and headed out to the meeting.