Graceful Descent

[Kauket]

STEINERS ESTATE, PLANET CAMBRIDGE

Having spent a tiring day and night getting herself adjusted at the Citadel after returning from a meetup in Gallia, Revenant underwent a change to disguise herself. The change almost entirely physical. She knew that meeting such a high figure will require great attention to detail. Undergoing a surgical process to reinstate an eye that resembled a natural appearance, choosing to confine it to the story of her new alter ego that she was establishing, attempting to nail it down even to the biometrics. On this day, she would become 'Myra Wright' - painfully reciting a different vocabulary to train herself, as well as training her natural posture to resemble that of another characteristic, fully aware that body language was a major give away to disguises. Content with the limited time to practice, she made a few more adjustments, tweaking her own voice with obscurity of a subtle augmentation within the throat, as well as going as far to redo her own hair style and colour - opting to go with a honey shade, including placing a green eye contact. The amount of effort placed into the disguise made her greatly uncomfortable, feeling agitated with a constant face mask up. In the end, she knew it was necessary, such minor pain meant nothing in light of the potential opportunities surrounding one of Bretonia's greatest secrets.


Having arrived the next day, she arrived at the estate accompanied by a servant drone, donning a moderately high class attire, a burgundy long coat - a cream tunic, black trousers and black boots with a concealed strap, deliberately opting to not wear high heels in the event she required to run. Below her burgundy coat was her white shirt that appeared slightly displaced in form, likely indicating there was a layer of hidden protection. Clearing her throat as she approached the bell, lowering her sunshades, pressing on it and speaking in a tone that could be considered snobbish, high class,


"Mister Steiner. I believe I am expected. "

Idly, she adjusted her black gloves, feeling discomfort of having a chemical layer over her skin beneath the material, mildly irritated. She glared over to the drone, then back to the intercomm, awaiting for the entry to open.