Training Day [Private]

So, you’re here to see me work my magic, hm~?

I can’t say I’m too crazy about spending the day with a babysitter… The hair of a sable siren dancing softly in the breeze as she stood on a street corner with a cup of coffee in hand and her eyes guarded behind the shade offered by a set of sunglasses, despite the fact that the warming spring air meant that she was rather warm despite the lack of items she was wearing to warm herself up Eve Hallows couldn’t help but feel a hint of discontent as she lingered, and glanced around herself furtively. Sighing as she lamented her activity for the day, the ever independent ebony enchantress found her spirit wrinkled a little bit by the fact that despite her license as a Pro Hero and her previous less than legal but very successful work, she was apparently expected to do a little bit of ‘on the job training’ with one of the locals.

I thought that I’d shown them I can handle myself in that exam? This really not good enough when one considered her own capability, though Miss Hallows was considered young and very much still something of a ‘rookie’ by the standards that some vigilantes had set the violet haired vixen could only huff as she saw herself being treated so very childishly in this way, after believing she had proven herself previously. The little exercise that she had been through to grab this much coveted badge of office something that had seemed to go swimmingly for the most part, perhaps those moments of her not seeming like the ideal team player or had shown a slightly competitive edge to her performance had been enough to leave the authorities in need of reassurance, and maybe that was why she was being stuck in a position like this? That would be her best bet.

Ah well… It really rather annoying but there nothing to be done about it unless she wanted to ship back to Seattle with her tail between her legs, though it grated on the nerves of this slightly gothic girl all she could do was grumble mentally and bear with it for the moment, and as Eve sipped from her cup and tasted the bittersweet delight she had brought with her that irritation seemed to ease just a little bit, and allow her to focus on other things.
I suppose it’s at least a nice enough day to be hanging around, and the people… Glancing around herself once more as she took in her surroundings and guessed that she had to appreciate the simple hospitality that the day had offered her, while she was one who tended to enjoy the night life more than the brightness of the day this black beauty had to note that she was enjoying the temperate climate that lacked a little of the ‘bite’ of her home, and also the people she had met too for the most part.

Still not entirely sure what some of them are saying but they’re weirdly welcoming? Some seeming to write the Japanese people off as uptight and overly formal but from the short time that Miss Hallows had spent in their land the gothic girl finding them to be far more accommodating and interesting than she had expected, it had been a thrill for this often-time social outcast to note that the ‘vibe’ she tended to give off was shared with these people far more heavily than she had expected, and so had her fashion sense.
I’m not feeling like half the sore thumb stuck out here… The ‘dark temptation’ of her dress style something that seemed to be far more readily embraced in this land known for its rising sun and more than a few ensembles intriguing the eye of this ebony loving enchantress, it had felt as if her outfits had attracted more admiring stares than ones filled with caution and contempt which had been rather lovely, and the lavender lady was eager to raid the boutiques and apparel shops that she found in order to bolster her own arsenal because of this.

Maybe I’ll have to try harder in future? This feeling of acceptance not wholly something she welcomed however since the fact that her feeling of being a little bit more ‘commonplace’ only seemed to provoke her sense of mischief and her desire to stand out that little bit more, Eve had long been a girl who defined herself from being different from the pack, so while she was definitely amused to know that she was welcomed more readily that also inspired another wicked little desire within her as well. Wondering just how far she might push the permissions of the people around her simply out of defiant desire, she was used to and to an extent proud of being something of a ‘problem child’ and as such, despite her new position , was not eager to lose that status all that easily either…

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