#susie01

"Well, its certainly a interesting start of the year. Half these students seem to be repeating the same course."

some people weren't meant for the harsh life of business and it shows, of course someone like him who is a global entrepreneur held back out of courtesy.

"I suppose I should start thinking of wearing civilian clothes again, After all wearing my judge uniform all day is not...quiet as practical despite its purpose. Without my powers, it is almost useless."

"But what would be considered normal clothes for a humanoid machine..."

Heavy handed on the spice and the brandy. Rich in flavor but dangerously chewy. It is eerily reminiscent of Rudy’s infamous fruitcake, and it is the only reason why she was sticking around the Star Trial as long as she is. Not only because it takes forever just to chew one bite, but also because she has gotten lost in compilation. A marvel, really, considering the rowdiness that is flooding into the place due to it being what most people would consider dinner time by now. 

As everyone bustles noisily around her, she sits at a noticeably unoccupied table. As though she had gotten the point across that she wants nobody near her. Her fingers are steepled over the cake, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Only a few bites have been taken of it, and sitting next to the plate is an untouched glass of rum that the vendor had recommended to “complete the experience.” Or, as Rudy used to say, the “stuff that helps make your jaw feel less sore.”

All deep compilation ceases once something is caught out of her periphery. Carol turns her head to see quite possibly THE LAST creature she ever wanted to encounter here, behaving just as rude and unsightly as she was the day she had the misfortune of meeting her.  Susie.

The mere thought of that beast playing with Dess’ guitar as if it were some common toy, then having the nerve to say she would be taking Noelle to the town festival JUST to spite her. Oh. How the venom splashes against the back of her throat.

Instead of saying something cross or getting up to leave, Carol maintains her composure, remains seated, and speaks cooly:

"Susie, was it? I take it since you're here you didn't end up Noelle to the festival after all. Good."