(Laudomia, 2nd gen)
The middle-aged woman with green visor-like glasses blinked at Marmalade.
Then, a split second later - she screamed.
A blood-curling scream that people would expect in a theater where someone was airing a terrific horror flick, or when standing face to face with a Lovecraftian horror. A scream of pure, unadulterated fright that presently turned in a shrill cry-for-help: "DANILO!!!"
For Laudomia had just fished out her communicator from the purse and was frantically dialing an ID with her perfectly manicured nails. She began yelling in even before the Danilo at the other end could reply. "Quick, open up your hairdresser's salon, this is a LIFE OR DEATH emergency! AN EMERGENCY I TELL YOU! I've never seen something more hideous!" She threw another look at Marmalade's hair and let out a sound of absolute horror before wailing in the phone: "NOW, you hear me?! There's not a second to waste!"
She closed the comm with a snap and reached out to grab Marmalade's wrist. "Honey, don't worry! We'll _save_ you some way or other! In the name of Coco Chanel, your poor hair!" She looked absolutely distraught as she gave a reassuring pat to her shoulder, gently but firmly guiding her toward the hairdresser's salon she spoke of. "Thanks goodness you ran into me, you poor thing! Seriously, how long has you been so awfully neglected? Your poor hair!"
Had she been the religious sort she'd have probably made some sort of deiety-invoking gesture. But Laudomia's religion was fashion, so she drew her pretty fan from the purse and fanned herself VIGOROUSLY.
"It's an absolute crime, and to think you don't have an ugly visage after all... you just need some high quality makeup... and lots of beauty masks... and two weeks straight at the beauty farm.... but FIRST we must absolutely do something about that hair!" She flashed Marmalade a tremulous smile, like a person who was lying through their teeth to an ill friend. "We can make you look decent, sweetheart! Trust me!"
The middle-aged woman with green visor-like glasses blinked at Marmalade.
Then, a split second later - she screamed.
A blood-curling scream that people would expect in a theater where someone was airing a terrific horror flick, or when standing face to face with a Lovecraftian horror. A scream of pure, unadulterated fright that presently turned in a shrill cry-for-help: "DANILO!!!"
For Laudomia had just fished out her communicator from the purse and was frantically dialing an ID with her perfectly manicured nails. She began yelling in even before the Danilo at the other end could reply. "Quick, open up your hairdresser's salon, this is a LIFE OR DEATH emergency! AN EMERGENCY I TELL YOU! I've never seen something more hideous!" She threw another look at Marmalade's hair and let out a sound of absolute horror before wailing in the phone: "NOW, you hear me?! There's not a second to waste!"
She closed the comm with a snap and reached out to grab Marmalade's wrist. "Honey, don't worry! We'll _save_ you some way or other! In the name of Coco Chanel, your poor hair!" She looked absolutely distraught as she gave a reassuring pat to her shoulder, gently but firmly guiding her toward the hairdresser's salon she spoke of. "Thanks goodness you ran into me, you poor thing! Seriously, how long has you been so awfully neglected? Your poor hair!"
Had she been the religious sort she'd have probably made some sort of deiety-invoking gesture. But Laudomia's religion was fashion, so she drew her pretty fan from the purse and fanned herself VIGOROUSLY.
"It's an absolute crime, and to think you don't have an ugly visage after all... you just need some high quality makeup... and lots of beauty masks... and two weeks straight at the beauty farm.... but FIRST we must absolutely do something about that hair!" She flashed Marmalade a tremulous smile, like a person who was lying through their teeth to an ill friend. "We can make you look decent, sweetheart! Trust me!"
"Euch. You know, I'm all for trying to acquire those rare and coveted garments like my, dare I say, wonderful cloak, but somehow your outfit looks like you're both trying far too hard, and yet haven't tried hard enough. Honestly, very impressive to strike such an impossible combination! Have to give you a bit of applause, except I don't think I will waste the effort. Would much rather turn my eyesight to anything less painful and sparkly. Real shine comes from those beautiful gems, like the ones in my crown. But not all of us can afford such a distinguish luxary, hm? And what is with that awful looking green thing on your face? I think I could ask one of the guards to spare their helmet, if you're so desperate to cover yourself up. I would not let any tailor I respected within feet of someone with such horrendous ideas of fashion, less they become infected with this 'artistic' perspective. Stick to something you're good at, which clearly isn't this! Nor does it seem to be marriages either..."
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