Galatea Chorda

Galatea Chorda awoke nearly mechanically, in the darkness of the small acolyte chamber. In the complete darkness she began to tie her hair up into a knot, out of her eyes. She had been informed that formerly she had enjoyed extravagant impractical hair styles of myriad bright outrageous colors, but her hair was now a deep and natural black. She removed the covering and walked directly to the sonic shower, a perk of an acolyte chamber. She had slept unclothed, as was more practical, and after pressing the activation rune on the wall stood perfectly still for a verbal countdown of five minutes.

She stepped backwards out of the alcove and turned to her square of folded garments she had left for herself the night before. Unlike what she had supposedly worn formerly her clothing was modest and dark, lacking even the identifying colors or symbols of the Inquisition or the Scholastica Psykana. The clothing was largely loose and mobile, focusing on maneuverability over most everything else.

She took a side step about two feet further along the table and plucked her courier bag of her few belongings, swinging it over one shoulder. She took a final side step and removed her weapons from the table. She latched the collapsed scythe and compound bow to her lower back, her quiver peeking from her courier bag, and placed her pistol in a holster under her arm. Lastly she took a small black notebook embossed with a golden aquila and removed from it several crumpled pieces of paper, which she hid strategically around her body, such as tucked into her sleeves. The last item, finally stowed in her bag, was as much a survival mechanism as her weapons. The book functioned largely as a journal, to assist in her forming of new memories, while the small pieces of paper detailed the names and social ticks of individuals she had recently encountered and the appropriate methods of interaction in most common social situations. Certain situations, such as combat and psychic study, she took to swimmingly but as of yet she had not regained the skill social graces she had supposedly formerly possessed.

Her form prepared she recited the fifth cant of stillness and rose to the first remuneration, a state of calm serenity. The mental exercises made the approaching interaction with other humans, especially given they were non-psykers and possibly prone to prejudice, less intimidating. Once prepared she departed and sealed her chamber with a pace of mechanically perfect evenness.

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Her current clothing probably looks a little like this, for those interested.