Taylor Hebert and Her Rather Sad Life: ECL 3.1
"I'm going to be honest with you, Miss Militia. There are several conditions I'd need met before I could join the wards. Firstly, I want a guarantee that I'll be allowed to test out and attend college, instead of wasting my abilities. Secondly, I want the final say on my costume and the aesthetics of my equipment. Thirdly, I want matching bounties, and finally I want to be able to opt out of PR events." Taylor said, gathering her courage at first then launching full speed into her list of demands. She hardly believed that she was doing this - but she figured, what the hell. She'd just kicked the ass of half the Empire-88 all at once - now was the time for crazy stunts.
"That's quite a list. I think you'll find that all of those apart from your third condition are standard operating procedure. Youth Guard have won quite a few legal cases regarding them, too. And I can't say yes or no to the third one. I can get you a meeting with the woman who can, though." Miss Militia said, gesturing towards the helicopter she'd arrived in. Taylor nodded, and the two of them walked towards it. Taylor got in first, excited to ride in a helicopter. Which seemed silly, because she could fly perfectly well on her own, but made perfect sense to her at the time.
She had to stoop to get into it though, and her wings made things awkward for a bit, before she eventually managed to sit down. She shifted in her seat, but nothing really helped.
"Sorry about the seats. They're not really built for, ah, non-standard physiologies." Miss Militia said as the helicopter took off.
"It's fine, really. Umm, I'm going to use one of my powers so don't freak out; okay?" Taylor said, and concentrated on one of her new spells;
Alter Self. With a muttered
'Thirku Ve' she assumed the form of a slight teenage girl, around her old height. Her hair was different, and Taylor had kept the looks her transformation had given her, but she was no longer quite so tall, or in possession of wings.
"Well, that looks useful." Miss Militia said, unperturbed by the shapeshifting.
"I can't maintain it indefinitely, but yeah." Taylor replied. She wasn't sure she should reveal any more of her new powers unless she was actually on the Wards. The helicopter soon neared the PRT headquarters, which housed both the PRT and the Wards. The Protectorate team had their own base, out on the bay, with a forcefield and missile launchers. By comparison the PRT building, in all of it's drab concrete glory, was markedly less impressive. Still, Taylor was excited as the helicopter touched down.
Miss Militia led her into the building, and Taylor marveled at seeing the inside of the PRT. It all seemed rather normal, to tell the truth, but Taylor was wide eyed at the agents going about their business, who gave her and Miss Militia respectful nods as they passed. They moved quickly through the building, towards a large reception area. Taylor was told to wait, whilst Ms Militia went ahead. The waiting room itself was rather mundane, decorated in stale corporate taste at least a decade out of date. This was clearly a serious buisness waiting room however, Taylor thought, as she noticed the lack of any reading material. This was clearly a place where one simply sat and waited.
Taylor took the opportunity to think about her next move, now she had
Craft Wondrous Item. Now she could really start to get things moving, especially since she'd tapped that 'reduced crafting times' option. Her first priority had to be healing traps - they were by far the most useful, at least of those that she could make. The general design would be a small circular rod, with the end housing the pressure plate. Then, the healing could be administered simply by pressing the 'trap' against the patient. Taylor was just about to contemplate the other things she could make, when Miss Militia emerged from the Director's office.
"Director Piggot will see you now, Adrestria." Taylor nodded in reply, got up, and felt her
alter self wear off. She was once more unreasonably tall, and possessed of auburn feathered wings. Laughing to herself at the timing, she entered the lair of the dragon. Emily Piggot was not the most beautiful woman Taylor had ever met, to put it kindly, but there was steel in those eyes, and Taylor felt herself suppress a shiver as she entered the office.
"So you want more money." The director began, not even waiting for Taylor to introduce herself.
"Wel-" Taylor started, only to be interrupted by Piggot.
"My other wards don't get bounties. If I start paying you for bounties, then I have to pay them and then some other hotshot wards candidate wrangles bounties from their boss and then it's my head the accountants come for. So no bounties. But since you so clearly believe yourself to be worth more than the standard level of compensation, prove it. Sell me on you, Adrestria, or take you and your little bird the hell out of my office." Piggot said, and Taylor almost took a step back. She hadn't been expecting this - but how to turn it to her advantage...
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