Dillon and Martha arrive at the scheduled time, having prepared early and driven fast. The tall, broad-shouldered Gangrel is dressed simply, in a dark red polo shirt, brown slacks, and rented shoes. The amused, friendly smirk on his face is at odds with the monstrous, hellish Beast within. A demon hound with three snorting voices stalks his psyche, ready to lash out at the first sign of another that it may challenge or dominate. But Dillon himself looks in perfectly good cheer. He either likes golf, or hanging out with Martha.
Wanna know a secret? It's both.
With one gloved hand on Dillon's arm, tiny Martha skips along, playing havoc with the servos in her C-Leg that are trying to keep up, and learn her gait (Twin tails bob!). Dressed in a salmon colored shirtwaist golf dress and hat, she has made every effort to be neat. The fresh aromas of lavender shampoo and minty toothpaste surround her, the ribbons in her hair are carefully bowed, and a knee sock covers what the dress doesn't of her single, slim, athletic calf. There's a matching knee sock over the foot of her C-Leg too, but it keeps rolling down to the ankle. Martha wears it anyway.
She emits no Beast herself, and if she still has any reaction whatsoever to the one emanating from the Deputy beside her, she doesn't show it.
Spotting Chase in the cart, Dillon throws up a hand in salutation even while they're still a ways off.
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