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| [Incomplete]Price of Beauty [H Rank Mission]; Flame Ingot | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 27 2017, 04:43 PM (407 Views) | |
| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | May 27 2017, 04:43 PM Post #1 |
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“YOU THERE.” An ornate finger pointed at Flame. The fashion diva removed her expensive sunglasses and breathed dramatically, “I must have you. You have the perfect look.” Fredrico, the head personal assistant eyed the incredible man Daphne wanted. Her taste was mysterious at times, but time and time again she proved herself to be at the very forefront of beauty. Fredrico trusted her implicitly. Stepping back, he touched his earpiece and ordered in a low voice. “Tall man in white. Bring the car around and notify The Lab.” From where he stood on the balcony overlooking the street, Fredrico marveled at Daphne’s vision. Daphne would do something simply amazing with that one, just like she always did. It was such a privilege to work so closely with a genius like that. On the lavish café’s east side, the customized limo began to ease its way out onto the bustling Yorkshin street and deep underground, a cell phone buzzed with an incoming message. “ME?” A middle-aged man to Flame’s right grinned up at the renowned celebrity. He was attractive in his own way, hints of gray hair accented his edgy hairstyle and minimalistic clothes clinging to his chiseled physique in an erotic way. His joy was evident at having been chosen by Daphne LaFosse herself. Hundreds of models and fashion hopefuls walked past the diva’s balcony every day; waiting and wishing to be discovered. “Not you.” The old woman waved her jewelry laden hand in irritation. “YOU. Darling that SUIT. That SKIN. I won’t accept no for an answer!” All around Flame onlookers began to applaud as the famed limo pulled up next to the Chimera. Fredrico glanced at Claudia and nodded. Time to move. Daphne was having an inspired moment and time was precious. The assistant gathered up Daphne’s essentials and placed them in the day’s handbag before standing to lift the diva’s lengthy cape scarf. With queen-like nobility, Daphne stood and raised her arm gracefully; her hand held out to her chosen one below. The limo’s driver stood holding the door open and waiting with a cheerful and dignified air. |
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| Flame Ingot | May 27 2017, 05:51 PM Post #2 |
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Glued to his smartphone, Flame shoved his way through a crowd of paused humans. The crowd was annoying and in the way, so Flame had to stop gawking at his smartphone to get a better look at the imbeciles in his way. However, before Flame could cuss everyone out of existence, Flame noticed a majority were looking up, as if looking towards heaven itself. An odd sight until Flame looked up, too. Who the fuck is that? Why's it look like she's pointin' at me? An oddly lavishly dressed human seemed to be the center of attention for the crowd around Flame, especially the handsome human male right next to Flame. The slightly gray-haired male seemed to believe he was being chosen for something greater than himself! Unfortunately for this hopefully gentleman, Flame was being chosen as verbally indicated by the balcony diva. "Hrn? Me? The fuck?" Before Flame had time to ask a legitimate question, the crowd cheered for the flamingo chimera ant's success! An odd situation for Flame, he was never cheered for until now; mixed feelings welled up inside Flame, promoting a nice, hard snarl on his face. Flame looked about to burst until a fancy looking limo pulled up behind him. Flame turned around abruptly and attempted to snarl harder in confusion and disapproval, but the sight of the limo was too much for Flame to simply snarl at. This lady must be RICH! Does she wanna give me money!? FUCK YEAH! Today's my lucky day! Flame had heard about 'lotteries' in which humans compete to win free money and this situation felt very much like a victorious lotto draw. Flame's snarl looked cheeky now, a little happy even. His cold demeanor started to melt away at the thought of having won free money. Without further hesitation, Flame put his smartphone in his right pocket and strode into the limo! A cheeky grin crossed Flame's face as he entered the limo followed by a grunt of approval. "Hrn." Stats
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | May 28 2017, 02:29 PM Post #3 |
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The limo’s interior was state of the art; with luxurious seats and every amenity imaginable tastefully arranged. Ambient, uplifting music played softly and two attractive young women began taking notes on their tablets where they sat across from Flame. “Welcome Sir. Can I offer you something to drink? My name is Rose and this is Sun. We are your personal assistants for the duration of your time with Ms. LaFosse.” She spoke in professional and friendly tone, her smile was full of possibilities. The blonde next to her seemed to have the same expression. “You have been chosen to be a part of LIGHT, Ms. LaFosse’s newest line. Do you have any questions?” The women were dressed in light, attractive outfits with themed accessories and dramatic makeup. They both wore their hair in tight long pony tails and their eyes seemed to glow faintly. Daphne’s private experimental aircraft had already landed atop building 509, and she disembarked quicker than usual. “Everything alright hon?” Frederico asked in a low voice as they stood in the turbo lift. “Yes darling. I’m just a bit more excited than usual. It’s this man’s SKIN. I think it’s time to use the cream.” The diva’s assistant calmly said nothing. Soon the doors opened to the floor well below Yorkshin’s busy streets and a very short, radically deformed man bowed politely. “I received the message. We’re due for another arrival?” The sickening flaps of skin hanging from his face interfered with the pronunciation of his words, giving the Hunter a noticeable lisp. “Yes darling.” Daphne extended a folded up fan to touch the small man’s shoulder. “He’s the one I think we’ve been waiting for.” The other’s mismatched eyes lit up. |
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| Flame Ingot | May 28 2017, 05:36 PM Post #4 |
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The inside of the limo was amazing, especially to someone with Flame's origin; the colony wasn't very luxurious, the opposite of Flame's long term goal. As long as Flame had the Jenni, he'd be able to live whatever life of luxury came to his mind! Granted, the balcony lady was taking his sweet time getting the Jenni to Flame, but beggar can't be choosers. Then again, Flame considered himself a chooser, not a beggar! If the money didn't show itself soon, Flame would start swearing a storm to get some straight answers! Anyway, Flame waited almost patiently in the limo for his free Jenni, somewhat ignoring the two women also sitting in the limo. They looked just about as flamboyant as the balcony female but younger in appearance...maybe. Their faces looked masked by something Flame had only sparingly seen on other human females. 'Make-up' is what the internet called the caked layers of powder and earthy chemicals, but other than a definition, Flame didn't care. Still glad I left the colony! Wouldn't get near as much luxury with a queen in charge! Phahaha! I've even found myself some free dough! Though, this is a weird way to give someone free stuff. The women then started explain something that passed right over Flame's ignorant head. This talk of LIGHT and Ms. LaFosse, probably the balcony human, didn't quite connect with Flame's current knowledge of the human world. Especially the word 'line' being used in such a strange context. Flame tried to ignore the words altogether, but confusion molded into curiosity as Flame attempted to ask a good enough question to cover his bases. As Flame asked his question, a snarl of disapproval crossed his naturally white face followed by a grunt of confusion. "What about the free money, hrn?" |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | May 29 2017, 02:35 PM Post #5 |
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“Your affiliated pay will begin as soon as the merchandise sells.” Answered Rose. “There are some forms we’ve prepared for you.” Added Sun, and the pretty blonde turned her tablet and held it for the pale giant to see. “All you need to do is place your thumb on the screen and all waivers and documents will be taken care of.” The screen featured a gently pulsing dark blue box. “Most of Daphne’s clients purchase within hours of release.” Rose explained in a friendly and confidential tone. “It’s common for talent such as yourself to see numbers in as little as 24 hours.” “Sometimes less.” Sun had adopted her counterpart’s intimate tone and leaned forward so that the tablet was closer to Flame’s hand. “If this goes well, it will be the final testing phase!” Dr. Gunter hoped that the beautiful woman would touch him with her fan again, but she did not. “Simply wonderful darling.” She cooed distractedly while looking over some items Frederico was scrolling for her on his tablet. “He ought to be arriving any minute. You’ll just love him.” Sure enough, the limo had pulled up the building 509 in the shabby Essex district. Two children looked up from their play and exchanged looks. They’d seen that fancy car hundreds of times. Always someone going into the condemned building, and never coming out again. |
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| Flame Ingot | May 29 2017, 03:47 PM Post #6 |
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Affiliated pay? Merchandise? Documents!? WAIVERS!? Do have to become their slave or somethin' for the free money!? That's not free! FUCK! Flame wanted to get out of this mess right here right now. The process by which this 'free' money would be 'given' to the flamingo chimera ant was extremely sketchy. Flame didn't understand half the things being verbally thrown his way, but he could tell things weren't going as he wanted. Granted, the lavish females did say earlier there was going to be a duration to this shtick. From what Flame could gather, if he could just hold out long enough, then the money would fall right into his lap. Hrn. Maybe bein' a temporary slave ain't so bad. I was technically a slave back in the colony...hrn...fuck. "Hrn." Flame grunted in disapproval, but he stretched out his pale thumb and gently pressed against the extra large smartphone. Upon pressing his thumb against the tablet, Flame got a flash of memory about what a 'tablet' was. An advanced clipboard rather than a large smartphone. Regardless, Flame thumbed the tablet, keeping a dense snarl on his face, as usual. After all, the range of emotions Flame felt could only ever be properly expressed with a snarl of some kind. "There, but I have another question; how long am I gonna be doin' this LIGHT business?" |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | May 31 2017, 08:01 AM Post #7 |
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As Flame’s pale thumb pressed onto the screen, the women grinned. It was no ordinary smile, but a feral and sinister one. It lasted only a moment however, Sun sat back with her tablet and tapped it a few times to confirm and validate the contracts as the door to Flame’s left opened. “We’ve arrived Mr. Ingot.” Rose gestured for the chimera ant to exit. His unique thumbprint had given them every shred of available data and it was especially delightful. The fact that Flame Ingot wasn’t human meant they had fewer obstacles and more possibilities. The towering ant would notice caution tape and rubble as he was escorted towards the neglected edifice that seemed to be set apart from everything around it. Building 509 stood in the center of what used to be a thriving block of offices, all of which were now demolished. Only the one structure remained, giving it a strange importance. The windows were boarded up, and the steps badly damaged but Flame’s two assistants simply smiled and led him to the door as if it were an upscale locale. “Right this way Mr. Ingot.” Once inside, the chimera would notice a drastic difference. The interior was spacious, clean, and lit in a tasteful, artistic way with images of models adorning the walls. Seamless curved walls surrounded the trio as they walked further in, and a nearly invisible glass elevator flickered into sight as delicate blue lights glowed along its edges. More soft pulsing music played in the ambient space that had no other furnishings or people. The elevator had just enough room for Flame and his new personal assistants. They stood on either side and pressed close to him. Whether it was subtle flirting or simply the lack of space was unclear, but the descent was a smooth and relatively quiet one. |
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| Flame Ingot | May 31 2017, 03:20 PM Post #8 |
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After Flame's thumbprint was received and coded into the tablet, the woman with the tablet said Flame's last name, Ingot. The tablet must be more than just a tablet by the looks of this situation. Flame had a welling feeling in his gut the tablet was related to Nen. To get his unregistered name by just a thumbprint was a scary feat, even for a Hatsu ability. Shit and fuck, what did I get myself into? Unfortunately for Flame, he felt as though his situation was too deep to turn tail and run now. Several nagging feelings arose just from the tablet and women in the limo, not to mention the location the limo dropped off Flame and said women. The flamingo chimera ant's instincts told him to run, but whatever was going on here also interested Flame. Perhaps the chance his life was in danger thrilled him or maybe the mystery surrounding this LIGHT project or Ms. LaFosse herself. So many mysteries connected to Flame right now, so why not try to explore and get answers? Not like I've got anything better to do today, hrn. "Hrn." A strange grunt of approval and disapproval left Flame's vocal chords as the inside of the seemingly dilapidated building came into view. A challenge of thrill and mystery awaited Flame in this facade of a building. However, Flame simply disapproved of the size of the transparent elevator; getting close to anyone, physically or emotionally, was not something Flame wanted to do. Hands in his pockets and continuous snarl on his face, Flame grunted once more before the cramped elevator ominously descended. "Hrn." |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Jun 3 2017, 09:58 AM Post #9 |
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Far below building 509 Flame’s elevator descended; it’s transparent walls allowing him to notice each passing floor. Some were brightly lit with photography equipment and backdrops hanging from various places, while others were dim and mysterious with sophisticated machines working in sterile silence. Finally, Flame’s ride slowed to a stop. Before him stood the old woman from the balcony, a very small and misshapen man in a lab coat, and a fashionable man in his thirties. “Darling. Your destiny awaits.” Daphne held a wrinkled hand out to Flame as Frederico looked on. He was feeling a bit uneasy about the chimera ant’s behavior towards his mistress. According to his brief cybernet search, Chimera Ants were man-eating, power crazed monsters. The fact that Sun and Rose were still alive was comforting. Perhaps this creature wasn’t like the ones depicted. All Frederico knew was that he felt more protective of Daphne. “I am Doctor Gunter…” The small disfigured man garbled warmly. A polite bow. “I’m sure you have questions, sir. Let me asslure …assfu…ASSURE you….” He seemed to have trouble pronouncing a word due to the strange way his own skin kept flapping into his mouth. “…that everything will be settled in time. Come this way.” Daphne had already turned and taken her head assistant’s arm to lead the way. Dr. Gunter followed a few paces behind. He grinned up at Flame while cheerfully explaining, “As you can see, this is a state-of-the-art facility. Many do not realize the science behind Miss Daphne’s beauty products. Over there you can see some of our finest creations.” To Flame’s left was a glass wall with several beautiful women on the other side. Each of them had incredibly long and thick hair that seemed to defy gravity. As Flame looked on, the lights dimmed and a subtle glow could be noticed radiating from their clothes. “You will be a part of the latest project. It will change everything! The price of beauty will have to be completely reinvented. You sir, are the key.” Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Jun 3 2017, 10:59 AM.
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| Flame Ingot | Jun 3 2017, 06:16 PM Post #10 |
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The transparent elevator took Flame and and 'his' two assistants through many floors filled with laboratories and various beauty related areas. This experience wasn't getting any less nerve wracking for Flame; getting his thumbprint taken, his identity easily revealed, taken to a facade of a building, and witnessing strange machines doing what the hell ever! Nothing was comforting Flame other than the prospect of getting money out of this experience. Seeing as this place was related to beauty, he may also get his looks enhanced, something he wouldn't be against. The view from this elevator is surprisin'ly transparent. Are they not worried about what I'm seein'? I can't understand anythin' I'm seein', but what if I was a fashion guru? Fuckin' uncomfortable in more ways than one...wish these two humans weren't so close to me...hrn. The elevator inevitably stopped, revealing the balcony human who's finger selected Flame from a crowd of loiterers. She looked different up close and personal; obviously shorter, older, a little more fashionable, but definetly uglier. Not only that, but the walrus-looking scientist with an ironically short stature look way worse. Granted, the wrinkly man's speech pattern was amusing. The final gentleman to be revealed to Flame upon leaving the elevator was much easier on Flame's eyes, but this specific gentleman was the first in this situation to give Flame a familiar look. Flame looked back at the butler-like human and gave a snarl of rebellion. This fucker's got a problem with me cause of my heritage. Typical, narrow-minded human. At least the ironically small walrus man and old hag don't look at me with those eyes. "Hrn." Flame didn't speak, only grunt, so as not to incur the ire of any of these strangers. In a public street or situation in which Flame felt superior, Flame would mouth off like a buffoon. This means Flame felt neither safe nor superior while being surrounded by these odd looking humans. Upon looking around, his safety felt even more compromised; the female-ish humans behind the glass didn't look any different than lifeless puppets. Their radiant clothing didn't help mask their soulless looks. This brisk walk ain't makin' me feel anymore relaxed. Wish they'd get right to the point and tell me what this LIGHT shit is...hrn, might not hurt to ask, but just in case... Hands still in his pockets, Flame conjured his Castanet of Feathers in his right hand, just in case something went wrong when asking, "What the hell is this LIGHT business I'm gonna be a part of and what exactly is my role?" Flame's snarl indicated more rebellion than when he snarled at the well dress gentleman. The flamingo chimera ant wanted to make his disapproval of this shady situation clear enough for a straight answer. So far, Flame's important questions weren't answered, so he had his doubts, hence his Hatsu. |
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