Thread: Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Jeanne The quiet voice of her aide broke through her quiet musings and absent caressing of her right arm. Tired eyes raised up to see Viv. The man was as always eloquently dressed, and appeared to fear what she might say or do when he told her what it was he had to say. She breathed a sigh. Just say it Viv, I am tired, and do not wish to play games. The sounds of the cargo of the plane opening made the pressure in cabin shift and for a briefest moment she had the distinct urge to yawn and equalize the pressure in her head and ears, but after a thought it did it by its self. There are some men here who have come to escort you, they say they are from Public Security Section 9. Hazel greyblue eyes swam to a darker grey and full lips tightened pensively. What was the reason of their presence? She asked as she moved to her feet. They said your safety. Viv replied. Very well, I shall meet them , but I want to settle in for the night Viv, please let our driver know that I want to go to the hotel A-sap. He nodded and moved off to do just that. She adjusted her shirt, and checked the tuck into her skirt, pulling the wrinkle free blazer over her shoulders. Drawing her hair from the jacket she ran a hand through it tugging out tangles and adding some order into duo toned hair. It had been a really long ride, and she felt rumpled more than she actually was. The 27 year old woman paced the aisles of her unmarked jet getting the flow back into her body before she breathed a long sigh. Let them wait long enough She said before stepping to the stairs. Two men stood in dark clothes. A young man with sandy brown hair, and a gentle face, and an older man with a hard to read expression. A well schooled face with a bald pate and heavy brow. Ms Sukoshitori, my name is Aramaki Daisuke, I am the section chief of Public Security Section 9... That was how Jeanne found herself sitting in a large office in front of a desk that seemed far to big for the slender Japanese man who oddly reminded her of some aged primate She sat in an overstuffed wing back chair one leg crossed over the other waiting. He had pressed upon her how important Japan viewed her presence, and that it was his solemn duty to see to her safety while she stay in Japan. He may have added a lot of ego fluffy stuff in there but it rolled off of Jeanne, she was neither a woman of great pride or arrogance despite being a national of the American Empire. After setting him straight on how best to speak to her he had laid out what the problem was, and how he would rectify the situation. Now all they had to do was wait for her escortbody guard. Some one who he was sure would get the job done despite their late arrival. Major Kusanagi Motoko was finishing up yet another important task before being rallied to meet them at the Chiefs office. Jeanne was a patient woman, despite all of her impatience, she sat with her head propped in her hand, rubbing at the lines between skull and metal chassis with the touch of her fingers. She felt tired, the more so she was the more her two halves were in disharmony and it made her face ache where mechanics met bone. The doctors assured her it was in her head, but that dint make the psychosomatic symptoms leave She was an elegant woman dressed in her business attire, blazer and matching skirt, a soft blouse against skin that held a healthy glow to it. A gold chain hung at her throat, a woman's small ring hung on the chain just noticeable between the open button of her blouse. Her silver white hair several shades darker the chiefs from roots to shoulders, with even darker tendrils bleeding into a smoke grey and black from shoulders to ends, her long hair was pushed aside so she did not pin her own head as she waited in silence. To her right sat a handsome slender Hispanic man with almond colored skin and dark eyes. His beard was neatly trim, and he made that business suit look like it was something he was comfortable in, though he himself appeared anything but comfortable.