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| [Graded][C-Rank Mission] Boom Clap; Kathryn, Oami | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 9 2014, 06:32 AM (964 Views) | |
| Levvins | Nov 14 2014, 09:49 AM Post #21 |
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So Music was pretty much a session of listening to the teacher play some horribly immature songs on the piano, with others singing along and everything. To be fair, this was an easy way to kill time - songs were totally engaging *COUGH* and totally meaningful. And while 司 Calligrapher would (hilariously) narrate the incredible triviality of the subject matter his character was subject to, it would be my obligation to, considerably less funnily, bring you through the mundanity and triviality of the very act of sitting through a first-grader's Music class. While fate had mercy on Kathryn for not forcing her to regress to that stage in her life where she had to use triangles and recorders (note: she never had that stage, but that's not the point), the songs that they would sing-along to would be the shittiest songs ever thought of for her grown-up brain in a child's body. "Frosty the Snowman", "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer", and "Little Drummer Boy", when you're still in autumn and nowhere near Christmas? That's like asking your death to be brought forward a month or two. Okay, maybe that's not the case for everyone, but Kathryn had gotten over those carols like when she was five. That is, if she could remember all the way till back then. Nevertheless, the songs only took up a large portion of the time they had, and not all - the teacher, not having planned for such a responsive and manageable class, had quite a bit of time left over for students to come up and sing. Oh shit. Why? Because apparently, Melanie was the class singer. And how the hell would Kathryn know that? Nevertheless, she could totally sing, so that wasn't too bad either - but what would she sing, that would sound dumb enough for the teacher to not care, and also sophisticated enough for her classmates to actually appreciate it? And as she was pushed up to the front of the class, improvised song-singing was a go. "'Twas the night before Christmas, When all through the house Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse; But this doesn't tally, I say "How so, if I may?" What words could better fit this day? "It's not even snowing, This makes no sense at all; Why are we singing Christmas songs In the middle of the fall?" Stunned, you ask, "What would better fit my task?" I answer, I say, "Stop singing Christmas songs today."" And as the entire class erupted in a fit of laughter, even the teacher laughed along as the bell chimed for the end of the class, and the end of the school day. Now, Kathryn and her partner would have two more "pizzas" to deliver, before they could "call it a day". Edited by Levvins, Nov 14 2014, 01:17 PM.
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| Calligrapher | Nov 14 2014, 07:43 PM Post #22 |
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That was painful, and now Ethan was completely disillusioned with the education system. The dismissal of class could not possibly have come too early, and when the bell finally rang most of the class practically flew the f*ck out of there like bats from a cave. Class was over, and now the students were free to run around and go home, or go to one another's houses, or go to the arcade to play video games or to the convenience store to buy snacks or to the their dad's houses to play around with middle-aged men with large guns and larger guns because this was Trillium and even the capos and gang bosses had children. For Ethan, it was to head straight home - but it appeared that his class got out earlier, so he waited for his sister by the trees inside and closest to the gates that were connected to the walls of the compound that was this elementary school. Right, there was one final soda can - flung at the gates, it was caught in between two bars. That was easy enough. Outside, he could see the client already, that woman who was now decked out in a flowing sundress with a wide-brimmed hat and a pastel pink handbag of titanic proportions, standing there outside of the gates waving at him. With a conviction, he decided that she was way too into the mother thing. Like hell was he going to walk to her first. She looked half an ounce of restraint away from running to him. "Sis, are you out yet, sis? We're almost done!" He shouted, more because he preferred not to return to that woman alone first. School was already out, so with the hubbub of the children talking and laughing and fooling around with their friends, it was loud enough that he didn't have to whisper anything. |
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| Levvins | Nov 15 2014, 09:21 AM Post #23 |
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It was common practice for the girls however, to not all get the fuck out of there as soon as possible like rabid convicts from a rioting and compromised prison, because for one, girls don't live by the rules of 24, and they are the furthest people from being Jack Bauer. I mean, they're first-graders, they wear skirts and don't have a loose hanging thing down there. Kathryn wasn't so happy about that, though. Elementary school, especially first grade, was goddamn hell for her more sophisticated and grown-up brain. She was, unbeknownst to her amnesiac brain, an ex-teacher of Fourier analysis. She could still be a Music teacher. And she was probably at an education level that was way higher than the idiots in charge of teaching the younger idiots in this cesspool of idiocy. Unfortunately it would appear to us all that 司 Calligrapher might not have read the mission details with greater detail, perhaps forgetting that there were two entrances. No matter - Kathryn wouldn't have guessed that her mission partner would cover the other entrance, plus she still had one more can to get rid of. The main entrance was the only one people really paid attention to and used on a regular basis, and only a very small number of people actually passed through the other gate. As such she made her way towards the other gate, which was only around 100m away from the gate that her mission partner was waiting at, unbeknownst to her. Nevertheless she silently dropped her last can near the hinge of the gate, behind where the gate would pivot, and behind the unused guard post. Of course, since the other gate wasn't used by like, 99% of the people in the school, guards weren't needed there. As the clock ticked down on her Melanie disguise, her normal personality would return and regain dominance over time. And her perspective that shitstain schools like this shouldn't even be allowed to run made her feel close to no guilt that they were eventually gonna blow shit up. She went through the gates, and walked over to where she would guess she would find her mission partner. There he was, shouting like an idiot. "Yeah, yeah." |
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| Calligrapher | Nov 15 2014, 07:25 PM Post #24 |
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1st to be Banned by Fumus
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Ah, so there she was; and not a moment too late, as it appeared that the client was on the verge of running over to them herself. Even with merely walking out the main gates, the client was already onto them, staring straight at them with a smile that, in all honesty, could burn through metal - here was a person who was not accustomed to smiling. Thankfully, that quickly vanished off her face, or else the nearby children would have been frightened out of their wits. "So kids, how was your day?" She asked them, walking back towards that same building where they first gathered. The client took them on another path this time, one that was usually less-trodden and used the streets behind several business complexes, a road that virtually no one took. "Done, done, done!" Ethan merrily chimed, skipping alongside the lady in the floral dress. Judging by the way she was simultaneously walking and grimacing, maybe she shouldn't have chosen to wear high heels. "Alright then, let's get back home, and you two can get changed and tell me about your day!" She responded, though the clacking sound of her heels was irritating. "If you're good, I might even let you use the remote control!" The client sounded way too happy for this, and Ethan/Monkey wasn't even interested in blowing up the elementary school - he just wanted the money from this job. The rent was too damn high, yo. Fast-forward a bit, and the lot of them were now at that office building again, where Oami could already feel the effects of the pill wearing off. The client pointed him towards the restrooms, and he skipped towards the bathroom stalls, entering as a little schoolboy and exiting as a masked man, with a backpack of miscellaneous things to return to the client. "No, you can have the pleasure of detonating them, unless she wants to-?" |
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| Levvins | Nov 15 2014, 07:39 PM Post #25 |
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Kathryn could only barely justify her day with a slight shake of the head and a shrug. Holy hell was it torturous - probably getting a really smart convict and forcing them through this would replace waterboarding as the new best way to torture someone. Seriously though, Kathryn probably needed another dose of amnesia after this just to rid her mind of that shit. Holy crap. And as the client moved towards them like a fucking perverted little bitch Kathryn totally felt her personality bubbling back to the surface although she kept her mouth in check - another facet of her personality. She can think all the shit and have all the shit she wants on people, but she's too silent for her own good sometimes. "We got the job done." That was all, really, that needed to be said. Nothing more, nothing less. And of course, the client was perfectly inept at wearing heels. Not like Kathryn liked to wear heels or anything, but at least she knew how to wear them properly. Wrong weight placement, probably off in size as well, of course she was grimacing. What the hell, was she an idiot? Then again, perving on two children that are actually totally doing a job for her (no, child labour authorities, it's not what you think, fuck off) wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do either. Probably won't do another job for this woman nonetheless. And of course, the clacking of the heels only signalled that she didn't have the right size. If you get that clack even before you complete your step it just means your heels are loose. She might as well walk backwards that way. Would have been more convenient, would have saved her the trouble, and would have probably saved those shreds of sanity for Kathryn. The motherly and horribly immature way the client talked to them though was horribly irritating. Like her partner (but unbeknownst to Kathryn herself), she was only in it for the money. She didn't even like the city or the job enough. And as they finally made their way back to the office building Kathryn would make a beeline for the ladies' as the pills finally wore off. Retrieving her clothes from the bag she was back to her really good-looking self. Of course, once she retrieved the rest of her belongings from the bag she would fold up the clothing and store them, as well as whatever else the client had supplied, back into the bag, before returning them to the client. "Client's pleasure." |
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| Calligrapher | Nov 15 2014, 07:57 PM Post #26 |
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The client nodded; in the time it took for the two of them to change, she too had returned to her regular apparel, which made her look more like someone from the Glacial Flats than that mess of flowers and sunshine-y stuff that she had on a moment ago; frankly, this suited her better. Or at the very least, she no longer looked like she was in pain. "Well then, take these back to your guilds as proof of completion, I guess," the client said, her voice a dull mixture of disappointment and relief. "The two of you must have done wonderfully. I'll consider requesting the two of you again- what were your names, by the way, so I can have them for future reference?" Oh shi- Hopefully, that meant she didn't hear it clearly the first time. He'd said his name before, but if she was asking for it again, he was happy to, well, oblige. "Muggy!" Monkey quickly uttered, grabbing a nearby pen and writing down the first word sounding similar to "Monkey" that he could think of, along with the phone number for a pizza place that he knew of but would never go to again. "The name's Muggy- here, let me write it down for you along with my phone number, that way it'll be easier for you to contact me." Like hell was he going to do another job of this sort; this day had already disillusioned him from the education system, and he'd rather not have anything more ruined for him. "Oh, that would be nice." The client sounded like a completely different person, compared to when she was talking to the two of them when they were under the effects of that pill. "Here, here," Monkey said, as he folded up that post-it note neatly before handing it to the client. "Let us keep in touch in the future." That was some bullshi... Edited by Calligrapher, Nov 15 2014, 08:02 PM.
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| Levvins | Nov 15 2014, 08:12 PM Post #27 |
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So now the client looked less like a female sexual predator mom-ish looking thing, but more befitting of a person from a wintery place like my previous character totally was. Much, much better, considering it was something along the lines of 16 degrees C outside, and she was wearing a fucking sundress. And that goddamn wide-brimmed hat. What did she think this was, summer? Then again, if you did live in an area where it was sub-zero all year long, you'd probably think 16 degrees C is like summer. Anyway, it would much better fit the client now that she was wearing much more comfortable clothes. But a repeat customer? Her? Fuck no. Thankfully for Kathryn and probably her mission partner as well, she didn't get their names. At least, Kathryn didn't even mention her name to the client since the very beginning, while her mission partner was totally open about that shit. Monkey? Yeah, Monkey. He wasn't so careful for his own well-being, was he? He probably got off light there, otherwise Kathryn wouldn't fathom the amount of suffering he would have been put through at the hands of the client subsequently. Quickly thinking of a name, Kathryn would go with "Amanda," with a quick scribble of a completely fake number on a post-it, much like what her mission partner did. She would see to it that she would buy the fake number and end up diverting the client's calls over to the local police. Bullshit was in the air, today. And as the two emerged from the office building Kathryn would lead with a call for food. "Lunch at the restaurant 'round the corner?" |
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| Calligrapher | Nov 16 2014, 01:35 AM Post #28 |
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"As long as no one in there has a floral dress." Thank goodness, no one in there did. Monkey'd seen enough of floral dresses in one day, and in fact that little girl who was with that little boy on the rooftops at lunch was also in a floral dress. How did she do that? The school had uniforms! Thankfully, it was all behind him now. With an order of spaghetti alle vongole and, one quotes from Monkey's lips, "whatever you can give me to make me forget about the day", the masked man ate to reveal that the mask on his face was ethereal, because otherwise stabbing a forkful of spaghetti with clams onto an actual mask would have been just the worst idea of the day. "So," Monkey asked, " that was a thing, and I think it will be better for both of us to think the events of our morning never occurred. Anyways - I've never seen you before. Are you in Raven Tail- as well?" The restaurant had a few television sets on the walls- so it was nice to be able to see the local news. Especially after a sudden booming noise and a moment of rumbling overtook the restaurant, sending most of the people into a panic, but still functional. Like hell was the mustached man at the counter going to let people leave without paying their tabs. "...what kind of explosives did they use, that boom was huge." |
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| Levvins | Nov 16 2014, 02:14 AM Post #29 |
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Kathryn always had a fondness for fish and chips. Even after she lost her memories and whatnot, the lingering taste of the moderately-oily batter of fish and the starchy thickness of the fries/chips/whatever you call those strips of potato, always evoked some really good feelings from her. It's like when you can't explain why you're happy but you're so damn happy, and you're happy because you're happy, and being happy while eating the foods you like makes you damn happy as well. While my fatigued brain tries to re-examine whether I've worded that correctly, Kathryn ordered a cup of coffee with milk and sugar. Might not have been the best choice of beverage with fish and chips, but it was cold out nevertheless - better to down a warm beverage than to down a cold beverage in the heated restaurant, then head out and instantly become a goddamn popsicle. "That was a thing, alright." In response to her mission partner she would shake her head - no, she wasn't in Raven Tail. Turning her body to the right for a brief moment Kathryn would concentrate a little bit - a slight glow would permeate through the layers of clothing Kathryn was wearing from her left abdomen, in the faint outline of her guild symbol. "Kathryn Levierre, Tartaros," she would say, extending her hand out, expecting a handshake. "Was a pleasure working with you." And as the rumble resulting from the explosions swept through the city and through the restaurant, disorder, but not full-out anarchy, was rife within the confines of the restaurant. Kathryn, feigning a mix between rude shock and fear, would look around in mock panic. Nothing really suspicious or anything. Just natural. "Probably magical explosives. High-end. Enhanced by the positions we placed them in, I would guess." Although thinking back, Kathryn would consider the fact that the both of them totally essentially helped someone massacre an entire school of children. Hm. |
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| Calligrapher | Nov 16 2014, 02:46 AM Post #30 |
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"Ah, Tartaros," Monkey had said, warmly giving the handshake that Kathryn offered. "A pleasure making your acquaintance; unlike that lad...our client, I had no problem working with you." And that was true. Also, relief that she didn't seem like the type of person who would wear floral dresses. Of course, with the explosion, some people did end up hastily paying their tabs and leaving anyways - parents, possibly, or concerned onlookers, or people who just liked being where the action was to maybe dig someone out of the rubble and look to be heroes; who knew what kinds of people they were? Monkey, still in his seat, pretended to be staring at the television intensely, as the local news station was now broadcasting the recent occurrence live. "Huh, so they did work. Well, at least the kids won't have to worry about class tomorrow. " He preferred not to think about the casualties or aftereffects or such things; they were, after all, in Trillium. "What were these people thinking, letting their families stay in such a dangerous city? Don't they know there are dangerous gangs on the street?" Said the Raven Tail member. In any case- "Monkey, from Raven Tail- don't worry, that is actually what I go by, I assure you." With his masked face leaning upwards as if watching the screen, he continued to eat, noticing how there was definitely an increased number of people out on the streets now, half of them running towards or away from the school building. "Tsk, this city, I swear. Can't have a day go by without something interesting happening. Now wait and watch the mimics try to do stupid things and get arrested. They should arrest these bombers, whoever they were; well, was also the parent's faults for sending their kids to school in Trillium. Tsk, bad decisions, bad decisions..." |
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