“Back to you Georgia.”
“Thank Bill,” A female voice said from the television. The news anchor had brilliant blue hair that matched her blazer, “Our next story is one we’ve been covering for much of the last couple days. If you are just joining us, yesterday there was a massive raid on the ‘Circus of Horror’. For those who don’t know,
She continued as the scene switched to show the Amazon strike force coming out in raid gear, “The Circus is an amusment park aimed at very realistic attempts at horror for their guests. Frequent watchers will know that they’ve had a history of missing guests, and the results of the raid has brought those cases to a close with more than one hundred bodies being discovered. With any new information we go to Brenda Vinesson out on the scene. Brenda.”
“Thanks Georgia,” A smaller and slighter built amazon woman said into a microphone on the television. She had dark blue-black hair with pink tips pulled up into a high ponytail with the ends spiked, “Earlier today the majority of the strike force has pulled out and left the court guard and IvorySun regional police. We spoke to the commander on the scene and he Informed us the plan going forward is for the guard to employ a ritual to help and purify the area and if a new owner wants to come forward, allow the park to reopen in the future. That’s all we have here on the scene.”
“Good work Brenda, We’ll look forward to more from you.” Georgia smiled and spoke, “In what we’ve been told is related news. The perpetrator of the disappearances and deaths of the citizens in the park had two bases of operation aside from the park itself. Both buildings were raided by the Nobles and our royal family attacked themselves. Reports say both buildings were burnt and destroyed. Unfortunately they also report that the mastermind still managed to elude them as they themselves were not present.”
The image box beside Georgia changed and she folded her hands on the table, “In other local news, we have a developing story. As of right now our information is scarce as the authorities have yet to release pertinent information. We have only the offical report stating that an IvorySun noble was found dead on the shore of the Windscale river. A few witness reports do exist and state they saw him fall from the top of the nearby Garfield Bridge.
“We will have more tomorrow,” She says smiling, “That’s all for ‘News for Dummy’s” until tomorrow, good night.”
A women curled up in an arm chair clicked the remote and turned off the television. With a yawn she stands up and stretches. Her shirt pulled up a bit as she stretched and revealed the clean pale flesh on her back. Pulling her sweater back down she glances at her phone the end table beside the chair.
Picking up the rectangular device and swiped through a few pages as she walked up the stairs. She ended on her text messaging app while sting at the top landing.
She saw a message from a contact labelled Ascent. With a sigh she popped the message open to read “Devonna, Dear, Good luck on your fist day of work”
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With a sigh Devonna walks into her bedroom and tosses the phone to the bed, “I’ll text her later.”
Going to a dresser she pulled the drawer open and pulled a fairly plain look brassiere from the drawer and glanced at the tag, “Well Today’s not an actual trip and I will most likely be in this form, so a B-cup should be fine, though maybe one of the ones that’s a bit bigger, just in case.”
She grabbed a pair of panties that matched the bra and pulled the garment bag down from where it hung beside the door and started into the hallway before turning around and picking the ringing phone up from her bed.
With a sigh she glances to see the Caller id again stating Ascent. Swiping the green phone to answer it she puts on a smile, “Hello mother.”
“Devonna,” Ascent said from the other end, “I hope you didn’t take my typo to mean I want you to beat up everyone at your job.”
“No mom. I didn’t take it that way, but I don’t think that’d be the only reason you’d call.”
Ascent laughed, her voice high and melodic, “It isn’t. I just wanted to wish my one and only daughter a good first day and to see if you were going to be near any of those places they had in the news.”
“I work at the office of Royal Star Cruise lines, and hopefully eventually one an actual boat,” Devonna said almost dryly, “So no. I will be on the other side of the city.”
“Oh that’s good. I was worried.” Ascent said with obvious relief.
Raising a arched eyebrow, Devonna asked, “Why? These things are done so it really doesn’t matter if we’re near there or not.”
Ascent’s voice was harsh, “We as a people have basically faded from normal society Dev. However there are still some who know us as the villains who tried and conquer the earth.”
“That was ages ago mother. Sure I’m sure there are but I’m not going to be sprouting my wings for all to see.”
“I know some Amazons can read a person’s species from their auras, and with the Court Guard on the prowl I don’t want you arrested for something stupid.”
Devonna let out a loud laugh, “So it’s okay if I’m arrested for something that isn’t stupid?”
“You’re an adult,” Her mother said with a ‘what can ya do’ tone, “But I’d rather you not get arrested at all. If you must though, at least let it be for something other than being what you are.”
“Gah what are you, my Mother?” Devonna asked joking.
“Only for twenty two years.”
Shaking her head she replies, “Yeah and I love you too, but I gotta get going. They won't hold up training all day for me.”
With a smile in her voice, Ascent replied, “Alright I’ll let you go. Just be careful Dev.”
“Yes mother,” She said as she pulled the phone from her ear and clicked the end button. Picking up her small bundle of lingerie and bagged uniform, Devonna walked down her short hallway and into her bathroom.
She puts the clothes on a stand and pulls out a long fleece towel before shucking off pajama pants and sweater. With a small wince she turns the shower on cold and douses her long black hair before quickly doing a shampooing routine.
“That’s cold,” She groans to herself as she turns the hot water on, pulling her underwear off she steps into the now steaming shower. As the water hits her she feels a tingle run over her body and her curves change; waist a bit wider, breasts a cup bigger, and butt becoming slightly more pronounced. Her hair seems to vanish and ends in a punkish bob with one side shaved and all the hair spiked ot the other and pink tips. Her back now sported an intricate tattoo of a woman kneeling, head bowed, wrists chained, and a pair of feathery wings, one white and one black, sprouting from her back.
Within the steam she inhaled the steaming water deeply and slid the frosted glass shower door closed.