Jun 1, 2023 14:32:07 GMT -5
Post by Isla on Jun 1, 2023 14:32:07 GMT -5
Politics. Whether it was planetary or intergalactic, it was never a pleasant subject to tackle without a few knives to jab with. What made politics ten times worse than it was on its own was corporations. Not everyone saw them as a pure benefit to people, let alone to the planet in general. All the money bags had the upper hand and ruled the political world with an iron fist, never mattered if they had good intentions or not; it was either they had the money or the connections to make themselves known and respected. Even then, to be "respected" could be equated to fear.
Yet Isla's stance on politics and corporations in general didn't matter. Right in the heart of East City was the headquarters of the Capsule Corporation, a celebration was thrown in honor of its annual anniversary. The demon was assigned a major task to protect one of the corp's key executive figures, Shrin. Apparently not a lot of people were on board with his analytic decision within the company. The actual decision itself was left unclear for the demon, but what she did know was that she had someone to protect at all costs and, if possible, weed out the potential killer or hired assassin.
As expected, Isla's outfit was professional; a black blazer with a short sleeve blouse under it, followed by a simple black work skirt just above her knees, black leggings, and black heels that added about two inches to her height. The entire top floor was flooded with people, some were affiliated with the company, many that worked in the corporation itself, and the rest was invited by those that had some form of connections of the employees, or the 'plus ones'.
The demon lounged around the bar area to have a better overall look of the scenery. So far, everything looked normal; nothing out of the ordinary. No one stood out, and there weren't any suspicious signs to lull over. She could only hope things won't go south in what was so far a very peaceful party
Words: 346
Total: 346
Bonuses: Rookie Bonus +65% | Heavy Weighted Clothes 50%
PL: 14,732 (Reduced to 7,366 from Heavy Weighted Clothes)
Yet Isla's stance on politics and corporations in general didn't matter. Right in the heart of East City was the headquarters of the Capsule Corporation, a celebration was thrown in honor of its annual anniversary. The demon was assigned a major task to protect one of the corp's key executive figures, Shrin. Apparently not a lot of people were on board with his analytic decision within the company. The actual decision itself was left unclear for the demon, but what she did know was that she had someone to protect at all costs and, if possible, weed out the potential killer or hired assassin.
As expected, Isla's outfit was professional; a black blazer with a short sleeve blouse under it, followed by a simple black work skirt just above her knees, black leggings, and black heels that added about two inches to her height. The entire top floor was flooded with people, some were affiliated with the company, many that worked in the corporation itself, and the rest was invited by those that had some form of connections of the employees, or the 'plus ones'.
The demon lounged around the bar area to have a better overall look of the scenery. So far, everything looked normal; nothing out of the ordinary. No one stood out, and there weren't any suspicious signs to lull over. She could only hope things won't go south in what was so far a very peaceful party
Words: 346
Total: 346
Bonuses: Rookie Bonus +65% | Heavy Weighted Clothes 50%
PL: 14,732 (Reduced to 7,366 from Heavy Weighted Clothes)
