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| [Graded][C-Rank Mission] Boom Clap; Kathryn, Oami | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 9 2014, 06:32 AM (961 Views) | |
| Levvins | Nov 9 2014, 06:32 AM Post #1 |
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Mission Link Mission Request Eh, you'd have thought that ever since this city got so utterly goddamn rekt by the somewhat hot-tempered dragon queen or something like that - yeah, Astrea, that's her! - you'd think that they'd actually do something like buck the fuck up and not do the little shitty things that made her want to trash the entire place again. But let's face it, it returned back to its original state, heck, some might say even worse now - but think of it this way. When you absolutely trash a dumpster, where do you dump all the spilt trash? In the same goddamn dumpster. Except that it probably wasn't exactly the fault of common sense or logic of the people in this area, though. Trillium really didn't have any shit on her guild's pride and joy, the Floating Love-Town. That was pretty expected because Coreopsis had to keep up a goddamn good image because of the sheer number of people around, but when you've got the Macau of Fiore you didn't need the sheer number of people when you have them spend all their dosh in your casinos instead. Well, casinos, endless supply of alcohol, and of course, the hookers. No matter how shitty the city felt to her, she derived some measure of comfort from the fact that she didn't have to evade anyone here. After all, in such a shitty place, the policing of the city must be pretty shit as well. Nevertheless, it was at least a place of relative liberty, if not outright anarchy. Either way, anarchy was pretty much the word of the day as she quickly moved through the streets in order to get to her destination. A secluded meet-up point, funnily enough not too far away from the incredibly busy city centre. It was, from what she quickly gathered from the mission request slip she had taken from the board, a bombing run. Thankfully her moral compass was already askew - the target building was an elementary school and all the better they get to blow stuff up. The figure standing at the doorway, her liaison she would assume, hidden by the shadows, smirked as she beckoned Kathryn over, while waiting for the other participant in the mission to show up. |
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| Calligrapher | Nov 9 2014, 07:25 AM Post #2 |
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Trillium was more than just a city - it was home. Okay, maybe a dirty, run-down, utterly unsanitary, absolutely pest-infested, and most of the times a dangerous and unruly place, but it was also home. Granted, it was home partially because he had no other home right now and had been forced to stay here, slowly getting accustomed to the filth while trying hard not to become a part of it, but home. Oami knew the streets well - knew the dark alleyways that he preferred to the large and flashy main roads, if only because they were more peaceful and usually got him to places faster. Decked out in his normal apparel, with the monkey-like mask on his face, the Raven Tail mage quickly made his way to the assigned meeting point. Bombing an elementary school seemed counterproductive, but it was a job and it was on Raven Tail's request board - so it mustn't have been that bad an idea. The masked man, his ponytail flowing behind him, ran through the small streets and obscure paths before entering the meet-up point, unfortunately the last one there. Walking up to them, of course, he couldn't help but open his mouth. "Monkey here, at your service." The mask made the nickname memorable, and the nickname reinforced the mask's image. It made business - like this current job - easier. "Are you two the ones that are also going to go ahead and give those lovely lady teachers over at the elementary school a visit? Bring apples for them, pizza for the children? Pizza day? We're making it a pizza day?" He lowered his voice as he spoke to not seem conspicuous, but the references in his words were there, and not at all hidden; if these truly were his partner on this mission and the client, they'd know. A shame he wasn't sure which one was which. |
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| Levvins | Nov 9 2014, 02:28 PM Post #3 |
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OOC Her uniquely-pink eyes, coloured by the considerable presence of magical power alone, made it reasonably easy for others to discern exactly where she was looking at in the dark - striking colours always made it easy for people considering you don't really need much contrast in the area to give you a good idea of where the person was looking at. And to be fair, the other participant in the mission was pretty subtle about it. Always a good idea, considering people can totally be bitches sometimes and rat out even the most trivial of things to scuttle the finely-laid plans of others. Although he had a really weird name to go along with his subtlety, though - and not a very inconspicuous name at that. Monkey? Quit monkeying aroun- oh wait, lay off the puns? Alright then. But yeah, Kathryn would be reasonably intrigued by the (what else) intriguing choice of nickname, because although it made him arguably memorable in a weird way, it was also easier for other people to do things untoward based on the amount of information available on his Monkey alias. Basically, if you have enough leads on a person, it doesn't matter what nickname or alias you choose to go by, because people aren't exactly dumb when piecing two and two together. Nevertheless, pizza. "I'm your partner," Kathryn would speak. Not so often would she do that, though, so this was already pretty important. After all, mission first, withholding of key information later. "10 pizzas. One each for 5 classes, 3 free for all, and 2 for the guards. None for the grown-ups." Catching on rather quickly with her partner's choice of wording she gave as much information as was necessary - although she didn't exactly try to change her voice as much as possible to give her an enigmatic presence. Both of them were up to no good, anyway, so there wasn't any risk of reprisal. Monkey's partner was definitely a girl. Nevertheless, the chime of the clock within the building the impromptu partnership's client was standing at the doorway of indicated that the time was just past 4 AM in the morning - way too early to be in the school, but not too late that they'd raise suspicion. "If you would excuse me, though," their client voiced out at that moment, "Could you follow me into the building for a bit? I have several things that might help you along in your mission." OOC #2
Edited by Levvins, Nov 9 2014, 02:29 PM.
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| Calligrapher | Nov 10 2014, 07:00 AM Post #4 |
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Monkey followed the woman into the building, down a hall and through several doors until they were in a nice and small office room, one of those cubicle hells that no one who was a mage ever even considered working in, at any point of their lives. "Alright, let's get down to business. You have your uniforms right here, one for each of you- there are bathrooms to change in in this building, don't worry - and in your backpacks are everything you need. I've got your textbooks, workbooks, stationary, fake IDs, our 'special' soda cans, the remote detonato- uh, fizzy-poppers," the client said, pointing towards two sets of backpacks and school-age attire for the both of them, lying there neatly on one of the tables. Monkey immediately took up the male uniform, picking it up and unfolding it swiftly and- "This here is a bit...small." This was a uniform for a first-grade boy. "Well, I wasn't done explaining yet. You have- you know what, better to explain by trying it out yourself." She pulled out a small capsule from her pocket, opening it to take out two pills. Handing one of them each to the two mages, the client nodded. "Just take the pill, and then change, and come back. You might want to take the pill first. You might also want to do this all...maybe in the bathrooms, if not at the very least behind one of the cubicles. Don't worry, no security system here and I don't want to look anyways." Monkey elected - verbosely - to take a cubicle on the far end of the room, taking the pill and the clothes with him. "Just come back whenever you're done and ready." A cubicle was semi-private, that sufficed- in any case, he had a pill to take; Monkey took it with no complaints. The client, true to her word, simply stood there in the front of the room staring at a wall as she waited. "I- Oh, so that's how it was going to work. Clever, and rare that a client's ever so prepared for something to this level. This is- where did you obtain this? I would most definitely love a sample of these, they are oh god I never thought I'd get trapped in my own shirt give me a moment please." The situation was particularly nice for Oami, who'd never been in a school before, as he showed back up a few minutes later in his eight year-old state, dressed up all nice and tidy in school uniforms, the mask off of his face to show a child with wide black eyes and a schoolboy's haircut. Inconspicuous, indeed. The mask, now in his hands, was still adult-sized; much too big for him. "Partner, oh partner, are you ready?" He called out, in a sing-song voice, as the client helped him put his clothes in his backpack and put on the backpack itself - turning into a child had a few disadvantages, it seemed. |
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| Levvins | Nov 10 2014, 07:31 AM Post #5 |
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Well, that was convenient. As their client pointed to the set-up that she had for the two of them to do their mission with, Kathryn nodded as she listened to the description and run-down on whatever they were given. Textbooks, workbooks, stationery, IDs, and their "boom boom thingies", as a first-grader would say. It would be totally necessary for her to keep her vocabulary simplified for the mission, though - first-graders aren't exactly the most linguistically verbose, and the mission necessitated that the two of them remain under the radar and not arouse suspicion in any way. The uniform was pretty damn small, though. Although she wasn't exactly the biggest of girls she definitely couldn't fit. The chest size was probably around a mid-20s, and so was the band size for her skirt. When you're around a 34 under-bust on your own already, this was an easy way to rip whatever fabric you had. And as Kathryn looked up with a rather skeptical and doubting expression on her face she kept silent until their client was done explaining. Receiving the pill she nodded, moved over to the ladies', and immediately downed it without any water at all - a trick of hers that she was always fine with doing, because let's face it, water's a pretty inconvenient liquid to handle, especially around carefully-ironed clothes. The ladies' was empty, anyway, and it had a lock on the door, even though it had around 7 cubicles inside. (A wonderful way to trap 7 ladies inside as well, but that's not the point.) Locking the door and having the liberty to strip and change in a wide and spacious bathroom was a pretty wonderful experience, especially since there were no cameras and everything. Taking off the outermost layer of her winter clothing, as well as her top, she was soon looking at herself in the mirror with nothing but her panties and bra. The pill was having an effect right about now - her hair becoming marginally shorter, while her already relatively-small frame became even smaller, and her feminine face becoming less developed, with a little bit of chub. Nevertheless, her regular underwear, at that size, was no longer necessary, considering the looseness, as well as the fact that her prepubescent self had little to no breasts to support. Nevertheless, the underwear and clothes for her younger self were totally necessary, and she slipped them on. Underwear first, then her top, and then her skirt - and she also had to tie up that white tie of hers. Female sailor school uniforms were hot and all, fetish-inducing even, but god damn they were considerably tedious. Anyway, following her uniform would be the long, dark-blue (or black?) cotton socks with two white bands each near the very top. And of course, the shoes that were so damn tacky but still part of the goddamn school dress code. Kathryn emerged from the ladies' a few moments after she was all done with keeping her own regular attire in the backpack - tedious as all heck, but she wouldn't have known that the client was doing just that for her partner. She was pretty much a really damn cute loli (fuck off you pervs) and she rocked the outfit pretty damn well. Adolescent her was kawaii as fuck. "Ready." Edited by Levvins, Nov 10 2014, 07:32 AM.
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| Calligrapher | Nov 10 2014, 07:59 AM Post #6 |
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1st to be Banned by Fumus
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"Alright, we're set to go then, should we try to grab a map or something and plan ahead or-" Monkey was shushed by the client, who waved in front of him as she reminded of a few things. "You, you look like an elementary school now, try to act like one! Remember, this here won't work if you actually get caught, and I am not accepting responsibility for two kids trying to bomb a school, regardless of how much I am paying for it!" Right, there was that. "Just- you know what, that singing voice you had when you called for her, keep it that way. You know, cute and innocent and all that. You both look- actually, you both look cute as hell. Not the point, damn it, get it together, woman!" Okay, Monkey couldn't tell if the client was talking to them or to herself now, and on top of that he thought she was a he this whole time. "Are you...okay?" He'd been a performer and an actor most of his life, acting like a kid wasn't even acting. Cute practically oozed from his short little body and his wide-open eyes, glimmering with the innocence and curiosity of his younger years. The client looked at him, glanced at the other mage, glanced back, took a deep breath- "You know what? I'm okay, I really am. Alright. Got to act natural. Don't worry about the maps or anything, there are plenty in the school itself, you'll find them anywhere - just try to spread them out. Follow my written instructions, you already have those." Now, the client opened a cabinet, pulling out a pair of sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, a black coat, and a large red purse - so she had her own disguise. All of it on in a few moments, and now the three of them were ready. "You two should be good actors right?" She said, as she walked out the room and through the building once more, this time to exit it - Oami followed, the mask in his hands vanishing as it returned to its invisible state. As always, leaving was easier and faster than going somewhere, and they stepped out into the brisk morning air in no time. "Alright, Ethan and Melanie Carter, time to go to school!" |
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| Levvins | Nov 10 2014, 08:46 AM Post #7 |
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"Act cute and innocent. Reasonable." Kathryn nodded, as she picked up further pointers about behaviour and everything from the client. For a client, she was pretty well to do already, and considerably well-prepared. These were the kinds of clients that Kathryn would love to do business with - not the unreasonably demanding people who wouldn't ever do jackshit to procure the stuff to help them with their mission. After all, helping the two would also help the client considering the two of them were doing a service, and quid pro quo never really hurt anyone. Those who commanded people like her around without being proactive on their part were the kind of people Kathryn would turn down bigger payment for just to have the chance to smash their fucking heads in once the opportunity presented themselves to her. She was quite the particular person in terms of how she was treated. To be fair, she had a crapton of personal dignity to uphold and that would form part of her personality. Although she couldn't help but sneak a little smirk at the way her client gave in to her womanly compulsions for adorableness and everything, considering that the two of then were age-regressed and everything, and were, to be fair, the epitome of kawaii. If she were her normal self, she would also have a special fondness for her adolescent self, in any case. It was natural for her client to feel that way too. Hormones are a thing, people. Kathryn having to act cute, though, was easier said than done. Although her current look helped a lot with the adorableness, the fact was that she was a really quiet personality and not one to talk too much. Nevertheless, they were (for now) children, and Kathryn would understand that her words would mean much less especially in her current form, and she would feel slightly more relaxed at the thought. She wasn't at any point in time a professional actress or anything, so she wasn't perfect with the pretense and all, but she knew enough to do the job. "Melanie, and you're Ethan. You're in class 1-02, and I'm in class 1-04. There are 5 classes in the compound, from 01 to 05. You have good friends in 01, 04 and 05, and I have good friends in 02 and 03." And as she looked at her timetable listed on the cover of her homework folder, she would gather that her schedule for the day would be as follows: 0730-0750 - Morning Assembly 0800-0855 - Mathematics 0900-0955 - Art 1000-1055 - Gym 1100-1200 - Lunch Break 1205-1300 - Music 1305 - Dismissal Morning Assembly was the time when they were all on the square, and they had to be with their class. They wouldn't be able to do much during that time, but they would just have to be patient and bide their time. The other students were already streaming into the compound, so Kathryn had to follow her partner (her alias' brother) into the school. The mission was a go. Edited by Levvins, Nov 14 2014, 03:16 AM.
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| Calligrapher | Nov 10 2014, 09:39 AM Post #8 |
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"Ethan? Okay!" Monkey chirped, regardless of whether or not monkeys could chirp. "Wait, lemme see what my schedule is!" He took out his own folder, looking at the paper attached in its interior cover that appeared through the translucent plastic folder- well, he had to give it to the client. It looked exactly like that kind of thing that a mom would have done for her kids, down to the imperfect taping of the sheet that he knew would annoy him for a while. He was starting to wonder if the client had secondary motives for all of this. Most clients gave virtually nothing to work with, this one was...well. In any case, there was his own schedule: 0730-0750 - Morning Assembly 0800-0855 - History 0900-0955 - Art 1000-1055 - Science 1100-1200 - Lunch Break 1205-1300 - Mathematics 1305 - Dismissal Oh god, this was one of them science and math-oriented places. Monkey's knowledge of this stuff was...minimal. In any case, the client soon dropped the two of them off at school, complete with a nice "Bye, honeys! Have fun at school today!" Of course, Monkey smiled and waved, and only when she was out of sight did he turn to his partner. "Melanie, don't you think mommy's been acting weird?" He asked, eyes still glimmering. "It's like she wants kids or something, I'm getting worried and it's not about what I think I should be worrying about." Ah, but school was starting - so of course, Ethan the louder and more active of the two siblings led his sister into the school, onto that nice large clearing in the middle of the educational compound, because as if the smog wasn't bad enough in Trillium they just had to be outdoors for Morning Assembly as well. All the students were gathering up at- well, they were gathering up, he wasn't sure if there was an order, they seemed chaotic at the moment. Maybe order wasn't the strong point of this school. The Principal, a thin and balding man in overalls and a cough that said "Trillium gave me cancer", soon walked up to the podium on one side of the clearing, upon which all the students went silent and stared at him. Having pigeon poop on top of one's balding and shiny head was an excellent way to attract attention. |
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| Levvins | Nov 10 2014, 11:13 AM Post #9 |
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So they had the Art and Lunch Break sessions together - that was always good. And as the two started to walk towards the school compound Kathryn felt minimal trepidation because she was totally just normally going to school on a normal day. The client's send-off was totally motherly, holy heck. Kathryn really wondered if their client really didn't have any children before she hired those two, because god damn did she shower them with all the care needed for the mission, at the very least. And as her partner brought up the topic of conversation, it being their "mother", Kathryn, or Melanie as her alias would dictate, would say something slightly inappropriate, but only soft enough so that her "brother" would hear. "Well, I passed by the sperm bank on the way to the "pizza parlour"..." Kathryn would keep relatively shtum after that, partly because she didn't have anything else to say, partly because she was totally embarrassed that she had actually said that. Welp. Nevertheless, there wasn't really much else to be exchanged verbally - just a quick wave that would signal that it was time for Ethan, the alias of her partner, to head to his class, separate from Melanie, Kathryn's alias. "Ethan" was 1-02, "Melanie" was 1-04. "Ethan" would need to get to know his friends before they even meet - and Kathryn really hoped he managed to do that well, lest they blow their cover. Kathryn, when they were on their way to the school, had already remembered the names of all "Melanie's" friends - and managed to attach faces to the names. So as she joined her "class" during Morning Assembly, she realised that the embrace she received from one of her classmates was an acceptable one - ironically, the person who embraced her was also named Kathryn. To avoid further confusion, let's refer to the person as classmate-Kathryn, and our Kathryn simply as Kathryn. Classmate-Kathryn was both the class chairperson and heiress of one of Trillium's casino chains. They were the best of friends - the Carter family not being too shabby a family either so there wasn't that much of a gulf in social status. "Morning, Melanie." would be heard from just short of smack in "Melanie's" ear as she was tightly embraced by classmate-Kathryn, "Melanie" barely mustering a meek "good morning" in reply. With the look of affection on classmate-Kathryn's face, Kathryn half suspected that classmate-Kathryn was totally sure she was a lesbian, in first fucking grade. And as the hilarious caricature of a Principal made his way up to the podium, Kathryn could not help but snicker inside. These little shits are the people that prop up legitimate society? Goddamn bureaucrats, all of them. Nevertheless, Kathryn managed to stand through the entire ordeal and it was only so long before the bell chimed for the next class. Mathematics, in the 1-04 classroom. And as they settled into their seats in the classroom, Kathryn would figure out that she was seated somewhere near the back row, in the column nearest to the windows. Perfect for stealth, really. The few windows that would grant a passer-by vision of the room were placed at the far end, and they had little to no view of where "Melanie" was seated. She placed her backpack on her lap, unloading all her learning materials in her backpack into the compartment under the desk - the ones you lifted the top of the desk to access. To her right would be the windows looking out of the school compound - with a pretty shitty view, really. But below the windows would be several shelves stocked with books that the students could read during their breaks. Probably a good enough place for her to place her "soda can" - and that was what she did, shifting some books over to hide the "soda can". That was 1-04's part of the mission complete. OOC
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| Calligrapher | Nov 11 2014, 09:23 AM Post #10 |
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The Morning Assembly was a perfect opportunity for "Ethan" to get acquainted with his friends - the slightly-taller and quieter Mezekai with a name like that that evidently no one could correctly remember despite how simple it actually was, the lanky Gua twins with a mischievous streak Don and Xi, and of course that one poor boy who, in the most polite way to put it, had a central region larger than that of the others, Gerald. Apparently, Ethan was a nice little boy of the normal type, not particularly loud but no perfect child either; that was easy to play along with. The Gua twins took up most of the talking and bantering, Mezekai played the shy guy, Gerald was the one with money, and Ethan, of course, was there because he had a heart of gold or whatever equivalent to that would be present in the minds of eight-year-old children, however strangely they were already beginning to typecast themselves and one another from such a young age. Play along, he had to play along. The first class was History, a dull affair in a plain classroom. This was too easy; while taking out his textbooks and "chatting" with his classmates - more precisely, nodding and going "Uh-huh," as they rambled on, laughing when appropriate - Oami took out a soda bottle and excused himself to the restroom, "accidentally" dropping the bottle down into the trash can on the far corner of the room, the bottle just happening to miss its target and landing behind it between the corner of the room and the trash can, out of sight. The hard part wasn't getting the cans out and into the classrooms; it was in sitting there in the middle of a History class and paying attention. He'd never gone to school, and even he knew the names of the big cities of Fiore. Was this really what they were teaching kids? Perhaps he was thinking too far for an elementary schooler - no, he had to pay attention on acting. Ethan stared at the teacher, Mrs. Elizabeth, for all of the painful fifty-five minutes of repetitions on the names and most basic descriptions of the places in Fiore that Oami had been to, countless times. |
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