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Airavuni is a highly-developed planet on the edge of the Zerstorendarian Imperium. It is a left-wing utopia where drug use and the endless search for pleasure for not only legal but encouraged, people can do what they like for their own ends, and most pointedly, can think, believe, or worship, whatever and whoever they like.
However, one of the numerous religions that have a following on the mostly-agnostic planet is the Cult of Clare. It was people associated with this cult that were responsible for the death of the last Kaiserlich, Marius, in a semi-successful and large scale terrorist attack carried out by a now-extinct people known as the Tsukasa’s. The survivors of the resulting genocide fled and formed the new Cult of Clare on Airavuni.
Zerstorendar allows other religious groups to worship unmolested as long as they don’t bother the Imperium or its people. The Cult of Clare, however, is diametrically opposed to any sort of worship of the Zerstorendarian diety, Tereza. The Cult is essentially based around polarization of the two religious groups, and even if not for their treasonous actions, the Cult of Clare would have been destroyed before long in Zerstorendar.
Once established on Airavuni, however, the Cult recommenced its anti-Zerstorendarian subversive activities. Violence against the few public Tereza worshippers, hate speeches, and even threats of attack were just a few of the tactics use by the cultists against the Imperium. Kaiserlich Kytus Draigan, having lost his father to this Cult, resolved to destroy them once more. This time, however, none of the cultists would escape.
Airavuni has a professional military that is not remotely threatening to the Zerstorendarian war machine. However, the planetary defences are formidable. The Sternsieglich, preoccupied with the current fleet-reorganization, minor commitments to the war against the UFP and major commitments to the Sornei Civil War, refused to dedicate ships if there was any alternative.
Despite savage resistance from the Sternkriegerlich and Zanekriegerlich, who both supported an immediate full-scale invasion, the Kaiserlich decided it would be prudent if the cult had no time to flee from their imminent doom. The Cult of Clare’s existence in the universe was an insult to him, and it was entirely possible that a full-scale planetary invasion would allow the Cult to eventually resurface. The planet itself could be made compliant shortly after.
Blitzmordlich Sindri, commander of the Special Operations and Intelligence section of the military, had a different proposition: investigation. He reasoned that he could achieve with three Spectres what would normally take a thousand Zerstorendarian soldiers: complete destruction of the cult and destabilization of the planet’s defence network.
The Sternkriegerlich, with no jurisdiction over a ground operation yet up in arms over the Airavunian’s support of anti-Tereza activists, satisfied himself by putting ten thousand Hellbringers on standby and allowing his compatriots to handle the rest. Zanekriegerlich Klaitus refused to believe the Spectres would collect all the necessary information for a future full-scale invasion, and had the Kaiserlich order Sindri to change his plans.
The three Spectres would be accompanied by a unit of fifty Ravagers, commanded by the experienced Lich (Sergeant) Dirk Fettel. Fettel was chosen for his intelligence and competence, but not necessarily his patience.
The three Spectres, under the designated command of Operative Indrick, would travel down to the planet accompanied by the fifty Ravagers. The fifty Ravagers would pose as a travelling bodybuilding troupe. Operative Indrick was displeased that Lich Fettel was to accompany the Spectres at all times as a Zanekrieger liaison, but resolved to keep Fettel on a short leash.
The mission description was simple: Land on the planet, avoid undue attention (Indrick planned to leave the Ravagers to their own devices throughout the mission), discover everything possible about the Cult of Clare, collect information relevant to future military annexation of the planet. In the almost-impossible situation that everything went completely wrong, Indrick resolved to use the Ravagers as cover for the escape of the three Spectres. Blitzmordlich Sindri had been clear: the Ravagers are expendable.
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OOC: This is a roleplay just for Zerstorendar and Xenonier. Everybody else just sit back and enjoy.
Vicarious
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Re: Vicarious
It was just another day. Birds chortled, bright-eyed civilians went along on their daily business, the sun was smiling radiantly. The populace of Airavuni was having a fantastic time of their lives. Operative Indrick wanted to break their necks. Or cut their spines? Perhaps cut off the bloodflow along their carotid arteries? Or shoot them, even.
Accompanied by Lich Fettel, commander of the Ravager detachment assigned to the mission, and his two fellow Spectres, Indrick was conducting a preliminary survey of the surrounding area. The whereabouts of the Cult of Clare was completely unknown, and it was their job to investigate. Zerstorendar would not tolerate their subversive actions, and Airavuni was unfortunate enough to house these criminals. The Kaiserlich had ordered that the Cult be destroyed, and the Airavunii unwillingness to comply with the Kaiserlich’s reasonable requests (have the Cult members executed) made them an enemy of the Imperium.
With the Sternsieg dedicating ships to two wars currently, the Sternsieglich was loathe to sacrifice ships to annihilate a single planet when there was an alternative: deploy Operatives of the Blitzmord (Zerstorendarian Special Operations) to gather intelligence. Three Spectres, as these agents were known, commanded by Operative Indrick, would be deployed. However, infighting among the more zealous military leaders resulted in 50 Ravagers, elite front-line soldiers, being attached to the mission.
When they landed on the planet, the fifty superhumans attracted a lot of undue attention. Indrick immediately distanced himself from the “travelling weightlifting troupe� members. All of them were currently ‘billeted’ in a cheap hotel, and Indrick imagined they were making life very difficult for the other occupants.
A more serious problem was the permanent attaché to their three-man unit: Lich (Sergeant) Dirk Fettel. A Ravager officer, Fettel may be more level-headed than some but was still quite volatile. And not even remotely competent in infiltration compared to the Spectres.
He was a problem indeed.
Fettel, for his part, couldn’t stand Operative Indrick and his two compatriots. They were humourless bastards, utterly unwilling to share anything with him unless he specifically asked. Fettel considered himself an open-minded soldier, but he found the thought of blending in with the enemy populace rather repulsive. These people were harbouring the same terrorists who had killed the last Kaiserlich! His Ravagers should be tearing them limb from limb, not terrifying the patrons of a cheap hotel!
Fettel decided he would closely follow the lead of the three Spectres. He was, he knew, way out of his league with those three (though he could not possibly know exactly how far out of his league). But he was paying close attention to his surroundings: if it came to it, he and his elite superhuman soldiers were going to annihilate this place, and they were going to do it properly.
But for the populace of Airavuni, it was just another day.
Accompanied by Lich Fettel, commander of the Ravager detachment assigned to the mission, and his two fellow Spectres, Indrick was conducting a preliminary survey of the surrounding area. The whereabouts of the Cult of Clare was completely unknown, and it was their job to investigate. Zerstorendar would not tolerate their subversive actions, and Airavuni was unfortunate enough to house these criminals. The Kaiserlich had ordered that the Cult be destroyed, and the Airavunii unwillingness to comply with the Kaiserlich’s reasonable requests (have the Cult members executed) made them an enemy of the Imperium.
With the Sternsieg dedicating ships to two wars currently, the Sternsieglich was loathe to sacrifice ships to annihilate a single planet when there was an alternative: deploy Operatives of the Blitzmord (Zerstorendarian Special Operations) to gather intelligence. Three Spectres, as these agents were known, commanded by Operative Indrick, would be deployed. However, infighting among the more zealous military leaders resulted in 50 Ravagers, elite front-line soldiers, being attached to the mission.
When they landed on the planet, the fifty superhumans attracted a lot of undue attention. Indrick immediately distanced himself from the “travelling weightlifting troupe� members. All of them were currently ‘billeted’ in a cheap hotel, and Indrick imagined they were making life very difficult for the other occupants.
A more serious problem was the permanent attaché to their three-man unit: Lich (Sergeant) Dirk Fettel. A Ravager officer, Fettel may be more level-headed than some but was still quite volatile. And not even remotely competent in infiltration compared to the Spectres.
He was a problem indeed.
Fettel, for his part, couldn’t stand Operative Indrick and his two compatriots. They were humourless bastards, utterly unwilling to share anything with him unless he specifically asked. Fettel considered himself an open-minded soldier, but he found the thought of blending in with the enemy populace rather repulsive. These people were harbouring the same terrorists who had killed the last Kaiserlich! His Ravagers should be tearing them limb from limb, not terrifying the patrons of a cheap hotel!
Fettel decided he would closely follow the lead of the three Spectres. He was, he knew, way out of his league with those three (though he could not possibly know exactly how far out of his league). But he was paying close attention to his surroundings: if it came to it, he and his elite superhuman soldiers were going to annihilate this place, and they were going to do it properly.
But for the populace of Airavuni, it was just another day.
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Re: Vicarious
Operative Indrick decided the first priority was to gather information regarding the Cult’s base of support. Is it common knowledge, and do people support it as a legitimate organisation? The answers to these questions could be obtained only one (easy) way: asking the locals.
As such, Indrick was currently leading the group toward a local tavern known as The Nile. It was, apparently, where the shadier and more dangerous characters of the area gathered, including members of groups that are legal but not socially accepted. It sounded like as good a place as any to start. Indrick turned to Fettel to do something he did not do often: talk to him.
“I would appreciate it, Lich, if you did not start any trouble with the natives here. Our mission is not draw attention, but to blend in and simply ask questions. Leave that to us.� Fettel sniffed and turned away.
“I’ll try not to get in the way of your slinking, Indrick.�
Shortly after, they arrived at The Nile. It looked small and reasonably clean from the outside, but as they stepped inside, their initial expectations were shattered.
The tavern was quite large, dark, and while of modern construction, looked like the patrons had more say in the décor than the owners. Which was probably true. There were many shadows where hidden, hunched figures could keep to themselves, no doubt how many patrons liked it.
Fettel, true to his word, wandered over the bar and asked for a drink. The bartender stared at him coldly:
“What, exactly, do you want?�, the man droned with obvious displeasure.
Fettel’s hands gripped the bar tightly, cracking the white fibreglass that it was constructed out of.
“Something strong.�
“Right. That’ll be five.� Fettel handed over a coin that represented five monetary units of the local currency, and it was snatched out of his hand. The bartender then poured a glass of a reasonable-looking liquor. Fettel tasted it, and was pleasantly surprised. Five glasses of this would probably kill a man. One glass just put Fettel in a slightly better mood. Until, of course, the bartender talked to him again:
“Another, foreigner?�
“Why not.�
“Fork over, then�. Fettel forked over, but twisted his metal stool out of shape as he crushed it with his other hand. He swapped it for another stool.
Something about this place really made him want to crush someone. A Ravager would never get this sort of treatment in Zerstorendar…
Meanwhile, Indrick and his fellow Operatives had split up and assumed completely separate identities, accents, and personalties. Indrick himself changed little from what was considered the norm for a Spectre: succinct, dry, and calculated. He was currently conversing in a bored tone with what looked like some sort of barbarian, a man with long, unkempt, black hair and a studded jacket.
“Anything interesting around this joint?� inquired Indrick.
“Som’ good drugs around, I ‘spose.�
“Eh, I’m more into adventure with weird people myself. Cults ‘n stuff?�
“Cults? No idea what you mean.� Indrick hid his annoyance. His enchanced powers of perception detected nothing to be gained from this man, and covert signals from his fellow Spectres told the same story.
They might as well just kidnap a few patrons and mindrip them. The Spectre let his gaze wander to Fettel, who sat at the bar, barely concealing his frustration with his surroundings, and drinking what was no doubt the strongest beverage available. Useless…
Another person caught Indrick’s eye, his enchanced vision picking out red hair in absolute darkness. He excused himself from the long-haired cretin he was talking to and covertly watched a small figure seated alone at the back of the tavern. His finely-honed senses told him to call his fellows over to discuss their next move: Indrick sensed that this individual would be what he was looking for.
With a twitch of a finger, Indrick called the other two Operatives over to his side and sat at a table away from the majority of the patrons where they could observe the small, unmoving person. Fettel saw the three of them together, and wandered over. If he sat there with just that bartender for company, he would eventually kill someone. Or keep breaking things. Operative Indrick sighed inwardly.
“That person interests me�, said Indrick with barely a whisper.
“I detect interesting abnormalities in their being, yes.� answered another Spectre.
“Let’s go talk to them then�, stated Fettel blatantly. Indrick allowed himself to frown.
“Not yet. For now we watch. You, however, just keep drinking.�
As such, Indrick was currently leading the group toward a local tavern known as The Nile. It was, apparently, where the shadier and more dangerous characters of the area gathered, including members of groups that are legal but not socially accepted. It sounded like as good a place as any to start. Indrick turned to Fettel to do something he did not do often: talk to him.
“I would appreciate it, Lich, if you did not start any trouble with the natives here. Our mission is not draw attention, but to blend in and simply ask questions. Leave that to us.� Fettel sniffed and turned away.
“I’ll try not to get in the way of your slinking, Indrick.�
Shortly after, they arrived at The Nile. It looked small and reasonably clean from the outside, but as they stepped inside, their initial expectations were shattered.
The tavern was quite large, dark, and while of modern construction, looked like the patrons had more say in the décor than the owners. Which was probably true. There were many shadows where hidden, hunched figures could keep to themselves, no doubt how many patrons liked it.
Fettel, true to his word, wandered over the bar and asked for a drink. The bartender stared at him coldly:
“What, exactly, do you want?�, the man droned with obvious displeasure.
Fettel’s hands gripped the bar tightly, cracking the white fibreglass that it was constructed out of.
“Something strong.�
“Right. That’ll be five.� Fettel handed over a coin that represented five monetary units of the local currency, and it was snatched out of his hand. The bartender then poured a glass of a reasonable-looking liquor. Fettel tasted it, and was pleasantly surprised. Five glasses of this would probably kill a man. One glass just put Fettel in a slightly better mood. Until, of course, the bartender talked to him again:
“Another, foreigner?�
“Why not.�
“Fork over, then�. Fettel forked over, but twisted his metal stool out of shape as he crushed it with his other hand. He swapped it for another stool.
Something about this place really made him want to crush someone. A Ravager would never get this sort of treatment in Zerstorendar…
Meanwhile, Indrick and his fellow Operatives had split up and assumed completely separate identities, accents, and personalties. Indrick himself changed little from what was considered the norm for a Spectre: succinct, dry, and calculated. He was currently conversing in a bored tone with what looked like some sort of barbarian, a man with long, unkempt, black hair and a studded jacket.
“Anything interesting around this joint?� inquired Indrick.
“Som’ good drugs around, I ‘spose.�
“Eh, I’m more into adventure with weird people myself. Cults ‘n stuff?�
“Cults? No idea what you mean.� Indrick hid his annoyance. His enchanced powers of perception detected nothing to be gained from this man, and covert signals from his fellow Spectres told the same story.
They might as well just kidnap a few patrons and mindrip them. The Spectre let his gaze wander to Fettel, who sat at the bar, barely concealing his frustration with his surroundings, and drinking what was no doubt the strongest beverage available. Useless…
Another person caught Indrick’s eye, his enchanced vision picking out red hair in absolute darkness. He excused himself from the long-haired cretin he was talking to and covertly watched a small figure seated alone at the back of the tavern. His finely-honed senses told him to call his fellows over to discuss their next move: Indrick sensed that this individual would be what he was looking for.
With a twitch of a finger, Indrick called the other two Operatives over to his side and sat at a table away from the majority of the patrons where they could observe the small, unmoving person. Fettel saw the three of them together, and wandered over. If he sat there with just that bartender for company, he would eventually kill someone. Or keep breaking things. Operative Indrick sighed inwardly.
“That person interests me�, said Indrick with barely a whisper.
“I detect interesting abnormalities in their being, yes.� answered another Spectre.
“Let’s go talk to them then�, stated Fettel blatantly. Indrick allowed himself to frown.
“Not yet. For now we watch. You, however, just keep drinking.�
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Re: Vicarious
While it is fairly common knowledge that many would be adventurers, and virtually all dramatic licence that has ever existed demanded that people wishing not to be found inhabit the darker recesses of the local Tavern, Xenonians (and Certain Situations all the more) do love their irony. Dark wit, perverse humour and a healthy respect for irony in all forms are pervasive throughout the territories of the Irregularity, which eventually gave rise to their name. The particular little spot in the tavern had earnt the occupant more than her fair share of undiluted hatred and drunken bar brawls, which justified sitting there all the more. While you couldn't call it the center of attention, to the more observant (and thus, dangerous) types of people, it was exactly the place you'd seek out the more knowledgeable and underhanded elements of the populace.
This naturally raises the question of why someone from CS, which is supposedly the Xenonian intelligence gathering organisation would be occupying such an obvious position in the local hierarchy, seemingly inviting attention from unsavoury types. One could naturally connect this question to a larger one, that being of why on earth a Xenonian would even find themselves on Zestorendarian space when there was nothing to be gained. The answers to these questions however, were remarkably simple (well, as simple as anything dealing with Xenonians could afford to be). Firstly, since the extreme left-wing nature of the planet made avoiding their eye relatively easy given the ponderous and self-stifling nature of the bureaucracy ensured she could always escape, precautions weren't entirely necessary. The second major motivating factor was that all information on the planet suggested there was no significant threat to her (although that could have changed with the entrance of the unknowns). However, the only truly significant factor behind her lax behaviour was the simplest of all.
She wanted to be here. Entirely on a whim would be her answer, should you have interviewed her. It was a pleasant, left-wing utopia about to be locked in a cataclysmic war with a major military power that would probably completely alter the hopes and aspirations of everyone here, and/or lock it into a spiral (be it positive or negative) from which they would never recover. Fascinating stuff to be a spectator over. Any suggestion that Xenonier might actually have a card to play would have absolutely nothing to do with it. Absolutely. Totally.
The above concerns would explain why Syukata was bopping her petite little head to Kryzystof 'Devin' Townsend's Terriarium, instead of paying any attention to the patrons whatsoever. She hadn't even acknowledged the watching eyes, or checked for any signs. Thus it was that when she did notice the Zestorendarians, three thought processes ran through her little head. Those were "definitely not from Central Fachuggeria" "Oh hey, the Angry guy is kind of cute, in an overtly pretentious way
" and "asdf, they're watching me ;_;" respectively. Music Appreciation time was over, serious business was afoot and despite all reports suggesting there was nothing to be overtly concerned about, that never satisfied her curiosity. It did however, suggest a possible course of action. Twirling her way over the barkeeper, she hoisted herself onto the bar stool (the size differential seemingly presenting no obstacle) and intoned one good moment of conversation.
"Hello Mister Schnur. Hand me one tankard of that special little treat you just keep for me. You know the one, with the low-cut tensile carbon and the refraction field to stop it eating through the thermos. Tutut, there's a good boy."
The resultant hurrying from Schnur indicated far more fear towards her diminutive, red haired shape than she wanted to let onto the would-be observers, but it was ultimately irrelevant now. Besides, it wasn't as if Syukata had ever had to resort to violence for intimidation evels necessary to import the stuff anyway. Taking the offered beverage and it's overlarge container, she set off again over to the angry looking fellow's table (presumably from Zestorendar, but she would find that out in a few minutes). Although it took a little stretching of the legs in order to actually reach the raised table, she nevertheless managed to push the 'tankard' into an acceptable field of vision. Despite the other three seeming to be far more adapted to the 'game' of intelligence, she believed there was far more amusement, as well as character-analysis to be found in this one. His demanour was more akin to a Shock Trooper than the cultured professionalism of the other three anyway. Although her senses calibrated this had a 0.507% of getting her face smashed in, the lovely sense of irony demanded her next response.
"Would you like fries with that? A Radish? You want a Radish? Radishes are fantastic, despite my brief experience with them. I encountered Radishes when I went with a good friend of mine to steal the golden goose from the local casino. Your lack of response indicates you really do harbour a Radish Fetish, what a shame! Heroin and Combat Drugs do that to you".
This naturally raises the question of why someone from CS, which is supposedly the Xenonian intelligence gathering organisation would be occupying such an obvious position in the local hierarchy, seemingly inviting attention from unsavoury types. One could naturally connect this question to a larger one, that being of why on earth a Xenonian would even find themselves on Zestorendarian space when there was nothing to be gained. The answers to these questions however, were remarkably simple (well, as simple as anything dealing with Xenonians could afford to be). Firstly, since the extreme left-wing nature of the planet made avoiding their eye relatively easy given the ponderous and self-stifling nature of the bureaucracy ensured she could always escape, precautions weren't entirely necessary. The second major motivating factor was that all information on the planet suggested there was no significant threat to her (although that could have changed with the entrance of the unknowns). However, the only truly significant factor behind her lax behaviour was the simplest of all.
She wanted to be here. Entirely on a whim would be her answer, should you have interviewed her. It was a pleasant, left-wing utopia about to be locked in a cataclysmic war with a major military power that would probably completely alter the hopes and aspirations of everyone here, and/or lock it into a spiral (be it positive or negative) from which they would never recover. Fascinating stuff to be a spectator over. Any suggestion that Xenonier might actually have a card to play would have absolutely nothing to do with it. Absolutely. Totally.
The above concerns would explain why Syukata was bopping her petite little head to Kryzystof 'Devin' Townsend's Terriarium, instead of paying any attention to the patrons whatsoever. She hadn't even acknowledged the watching eyes, or checked for any signs. Thus it was that when she did notice the Zestorendarians, three thought processes ran through her little head. Those were "definitely not from Central Fachuggeria" "Oh hey, the Angry guy is kind of cute, in an overtly pretentious way
" and "asdf, they're watching me ;_;" respectively. Music Appreciation time was over, serious business was afoot and despite all reports suggesting there was nothing to be overtly concerned about, that never satisfied her curiosity. It did however, suggest a possible course of action. Twirling her way over the barkeeper, she hoisted herself onto the bar stool (the size differential seemingly presenting no obstacle) and intoned one good moment of conversation."Hello Mister Schnur. Hand me one tankard of that special little treat you just keep for me. You know the one, with the low-cut tensile carbon and the refraction field to stop it eating through the thermos. Tutut, there's a good boy."
The resultant hurrying from Schnur indicated far more fear towards her diminutive, red haired shape than she wanted to let onto the would-be observers, but it was ultimately irrelevant now. Besides, it wasn't as if Syukata had ever had to resort to violence for intimidation evels necessary to import the stuff anyway. Taking the offered beverage and it's overlarge container, she set off again over to the angry looking fellow's table (presumably from Zestorendar, but she would find that out in a few minutes). Although it took a little stretching of the legs in order to actually reach the raised table, she nevertheless managed to push the 'tankard' into an acceptable field of vision. Despite the other three seeming to be far more adapted to the 'game' of intelligence, she believed there was far more amusement, as well as character-analysis to be found in this one. His demanour was more akin to a Shock Trooper than the cultured professionalism of the other three anyway. Although her senses calibrated this had a 0.507% of getting her face smashed in, the lovely sense of irony demanded her next response.
"Would you like fries with that? A Radish? You want a Radish? Radishes are fantastic, despite my brief experience with them. I encountered Radishes when I went with a good friend of mine to steal the golden goose from the local casino. Your lack of response indicates you really do harbour a Radish Fetish, what a shame! Heroin and Combat Drugs do that to you".
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Indrick and his fellow spectres said nothing. Did nothing. Betrayed no emotion, response, or even interest in the situation whatsoever. They were watching, listening, analysing. Who was this small girl? She was obviously not what she seemed. What was this drink? What was her purpose? Why would she approach them? Why had she singled out Fettel?
Fettel, on the other hand, was torn between apoplectic rage and mute confusion. He responded the only way he knew how.
“I-I didn’t order any drink, fuck off.�
Syukata kept smiling sweetly at him, as if he was the father of an admiring young girl. Indrick could not help but admire her manipulation of Fettel, who was growing more agitated by the second.
“Radishes? Heroin? By Tereza, are you braindead? Do you even know what I could do to you? I’ve punished men for raping underage girls that looked older than you, so what the FUCK makes you think we are any of your business!?�
She kept smiling. Indrick felt the vague memory of an emotion called amusement. Fettel was obviously not responding well to the girl’s games. If she was doing this out of amusement, there must be more to her than there seems. No girl with such obvious intelligence would put herself in such a potentially dangerous situation. Were she an adult man, Indrick had no doubt that Fettel would have already broken his face.
“Wh..Hu..Who the fuck…� Fettel was falling for it, the brazen nature of the surreal young girl, his natural disposition and slightly impaired discretion combining to force him into a powerful rage. Indrick sampled the alcoholic elements of Fettel’s breath and concluded that he had already drunk enough to leave the average human in a comatose state. They should have left him with his men…
But for now, Indrick and his compatriots continued to watch the unfolding drama.
Fettel seemed to make a visible effort to calm down. He seemed to be fighting the rage that welled up inside of him, and surprisingly, was forcing it down. Perhaps he COULD control himself.
Syukata tilted her head and smiled even more widely, sickeningly sweetly. She edged the beverage she had brought to the table slightly closer to the Ravager. Fettel narrowed his eyes. He looked to Indrick, who did not respond. He grasped the tankard and pulled it closer to himself. He looked inside of it, seeing a substance that looked more suitable for melting adamantinum than drinking. The girl was trying to poison him!
Fettel’s face flushed, and his anger returned tenfold. He kicked his chair back, reached over the table, and grabbed the girl by her collar, lifting the diminutive figure into the air one handed and holding her suspended over the table. He leaned in closely to her face, and said quite forcefully:
“Stop fucking SMILING!�
Fettel, on the other hand, was torn between apoplectic rage and mute confusion. He responded the only way he knew how.
“I-I didn’t order any drink, fuck off.�
Syukata kept smiling sweetly at him, as if he was the father of an admiring young girl. Indrick could not help but admire her manipulation of Fettel, who was growing more agitated by the second.
“Radishes? Heroin? By Tereza, are you braindead? Do you even know what I could do to you? I’ve punished men for raping underage girls that looked older than you, so what the FUCK makes you think we are any of your business!?�
She kept smiling. Indrick felt the vague memory of an emotion called amusement. Fettel was obviously not responding well to the girl’s games. If she was doing this out of amusement, there must be more to her than there seems. No girl with such obvious intelligence would put herself in such a potentially dangerous situation. Were she an adult man, Indrick had no doubt that Fettel would have already broken his face.
“Wh..Hu..Who the fuck…� Fettel was falling for it, the brazen nature of the surreal young girl, his natural disposition and slightly impaired discretion combining to force him into a powerful rage. Indrick sampled the alcoholic elements of Fettel’s breath and concluded that he had already drunk enough to leave the average human in a comatose state. They should have left him with his men…
But for now, Indrick and his compatriots continued to watch the unfolding drama.
Fettel seemed to make a visible effort to calm down. He seemed to be fighting the rage that welled up inside of him, and surprisingly, was forcing it down. Perhaps he COULD control himself.
Syukata tilted her head and smiled even more widely, sickeningly sweetly. She edged the beverage she had brought to the table slightly closer to the Ravager. Fettel narrowed his eyes. He looked to Indrick, who did not respond. He grasped the tankard and pulled it closer to himself. He looked inside of it, seeing a substance that looked more suitable for melting adamantinum than drinking. The girl was trying to poison him!
Fettel’s face flushed, and his anger returned tenfold. He kicked his chair back, reached over the table, and grabbed the girl by her collar, lifting the diminutive figure into the air one handed and holding her suspended over the table. He leaned in closely to her face, and said quite forcefully:
“Stop fucking SMILING!�
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Xenonier
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Re: Vicarious
Despite being shaken, Syukata was able to maintain the perfect level of composure that she calculated the situation required. Taking a brief moment to assess nobody was introducing a plasma cannon or similarly destructive equivalent to the tavern to pre-empt a melee, she continued to smile. Her initial guess had been correct, this one was boosted and boosted for the intent of front-line battle duty. He wouldn't have been able to completely ignore her slightly larger mass for the expected size of a small girl unless enough strength was possessed to divorce oneself somewhat with a realistic perspective.
Adjusting her vocal chords to emit just the right frequency she would expect not only her assailant's enhanced form as well as the other three observers, she went over the motions of communication. As it stood, she had to say something to indicate the lack of an immediate threat on her person, as well as some sort of capability that justified further investigation. As a result, her smile changed from a happier, carefree expression to a slightly more serious expression of emotion. Taking care to appear to mumble under her breath (so as to mislead everyone else watching on), she started.
"Since this body really isn't configured for exhaustive analysis, I'll guess your biological age is within 26-27 years, with a 3 x 10 ^-99999% error rating as well as implied error analysis created by a lack of understanding of the processes they used to create you. Muscle boosting, enhanced fibres and significant reaction time improvements. Of course, I'm sure you're not actually in the late twenties, because you're far too authoritative and possess an innate measure of grace only the older develop. A professional soldier with a long shelf life, both before our meeting and in times of war ahead, I presume. You really, really hate being posted here, don't you?. Mind you, those two could be overcome with good technology, but you hold your liquor well enough to confirm my theory on a basic level. However ... I'm afraid I just don't have the tools at hand to work out what nanotech they used in your little growth period. You're a Big Bear of a man, can I call you Big Bear? Big Bear, excellent. Big Bear, Knight of the Radish!"
Buying herself scant moments of a second with those initial statements, Syukata had time to resort to another means of assessing the situation. It was time to play not only to this one's inherent disgust, but also to reinforce the amusement factor of the situation to suppress any violence from other patrons. These four would tear them apart, she knew that. Even if the Alcohol had slightly deadened the first one's senses, she was certain the other three were at least as a deadly as the 'Big Bear' sober. As much as this place was an annoying hive of perverts and criminals, it was a good source of amusement, which crushed bodies would provide less of.
"As it is, you've managed to probably jeopardize your status as an unknown in this little place with this display. Because you're obviously here for a reason, you're Rendari and thus an ally, and because you're cute, I am going to cover for you. If you don't play along, my only hope is your companions are strong enough to hold you down." was the message the four heard, while the rest of the tavern managed to single out a
"Asdf damnit, stop holding me like a ritual sacrifice to the gravitational forces of this planet already. "
Syukata had in the meantime, licked the fingers of the assailant's hand, formed a face of '>_<' in seeming revulsion and, in a seemingly useless fit of pique, had started waving her arms in windmills at Fettel's face, ineffectually trying to slap him. She managed one last cry, however.
"Just because we're related doesn't mean you can get away with this, oni-chaaaaaaaaaaaan!"
Adjusting her vocal chords to emit just the right frequency she would expect not only her assailant's enhanced form as well as the other three observers, she went over the motions of communication. As it stood, she had to say something to indicate the lack of an immediate threat on her person, as well as some sort of capability that justified further investigation. As a result, her smile changed from a happier, carefree expression to a slightly more serious expression of emotion. Taking care to appear to mumble under her breath (so as to mislead everyone else watching on), she started.
"Since this body really isn't configured for exhaustive analysis, I'll guess your biological age is within 26-27 years, with a 3 x 10 ^-99999% error rating as well as implied error analysis created by a lack of understanding of the processes they used to create you. Muscle boosting, enhanced fibres and significant reaction time improvements. Of course, I'm sure you're not actually in the late twenties, because you're far too authoritative and possess an innate measure of grace only the older develop. A professional soldier with a long shelf life, both before our meeting and in times of war ahead, I presume. You really, really hate being posted here, don't you?. Mind you, those two could be overcome with good technology, but you hold your liquor well enough to confirm my theory on a basic level. However ... I'm afraid I just don't have the tools at hand to work out what nanotech they used in your little growth period. You're a Big Bear of a man, can I call you Big Bear? Big Bear, excellent. Big Bear, Knight of the Radish!"
Buying herself scant moments of a second with those initial statements, Syukata had time to resort to another means of assessing the situation. It was time to play not only to this one's inherent disgust, but also to reinforce the amusement factor of the situation to suppress any violence from other patrons. These four would tear them apart, she knew that. Even if the Alcohol had slightly deadened the first one's senses, she was certain the other three were at least as a deadly as the 'Big Bear' sober. As much as this place was an annoying hive of perverts and criminals, it was a good source of amusement, which crushed bodies would provide less of.
"As it is, you've managed to probably jeopardize your status as an unknown in this little place with this display. Because you're obviously here for a reason, you're Rendari and thus an ally, and because you're cute, I am going to cover for you. If you don't play along, my only hope is your companions are strong enough to hold you down." was the message the four heard, while the rest of the tavern managed to single out a
"Asdf damnit, stop holding me like a ritual sacrifice to the gravitational forces of this planet already. "
Syukata had in the meantime, licked the fingers of the assailant's hand, formed a face of '>_<' in seeming revulsion and, in a seemingly useless fit of pique, had started waving her arms in windmills at Fettel's face, ineffectually trying to slap him. She managed one last cry, however.
"Just because we're related doesn't mean you can get away with this, oni-chaaaaaaaaaaaan!"
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Zerstorendar
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Re: Vicarious
Fettel held the flailing girl out as if she was a vicious Rapierfang lion cub. She had licked him, and then…
“Wha-Hu…� Fettel was confused. Everyone in the tavern was not watching the, and the girl he had been threatening was now trying to help them…after trying to poison him?
With absolutely no idea how to respond, Fettel simply put the girl down. The three Spectres had not moved the entire time, acting as if nothing untoward had happened. And Fettel sat down, leaving the girl standing on top of the table. Momentarily, however, he recovered from his confusion.
“Who in Tereza’s fucking name-“ Fettel shook his head as if remembering something.
“Big Bear, Knight of the Radish? What the fuck?�
A pair of patrons, rough looking types who seemed to be very interested in the girl, Syukata, came over to the table as Fettel was still gathering his bearings.
“Oi, this girl your sister? She dun look like it?�
Indrick saw the flash of anger on Fettel’s face. The Ravager obviously saw an opportunity to release his frustration in a way he HAD been trained. Observing the sudden shift in Fettel’s centre of gravity, Indrick put a hand on Fettel’s lap, stopping him from completing the sub-movement that formed a part of the greater motion of standing up. The mission was enough of a failure already without the local authorities after them for murder. Indrick smiled at the two men, exercising both his natural and unnatural methods of persuasion, and spoke in a friendly manner:
“A brother and sister can fight, can they not? Don’t worry, this is nothing abnormal� Indrick completed the effect with a wink. The two men, completely unaware of the levels of manipulation they were experiencing, wandered off.
Fettel gritted his teeth. He needed an outlet. He couldn’t kill patrons, he couldn’t bring himself to kill the girl, his physiology precluded him from engaging in brawls with normal humans. He decided he might as well drink some more.
He grabbed the closest thing at hand, and took a deep drink. Syukata giggled, and Indrick just kept watching.
“BY FUCKING TEREZA…dis…strong stuff...Big Bear...�. Hopelessly inebriated, Fettel picked Syukata up off the table, kissed her strongly on the lips, dropped her, and collapsed.
For the first time in the day, Indrick made his thoughts plain. He threw his head forward into his waiting palm.
“Wha-Hu…� Fettel was confused. Everyone in the tavern was not watching the, and the girl he had been threatening was now trying to help them…after trying to poison him?
With absolutely no idea how to respond, Fettel simply put the girl down. The three Spectres had not moved the entire time, acting as if nothing untoward had happened. And Fettel sat down, leaving the girl standing on top of the table. Momentarily, however, he recovered from his confusion.
“Who in Tereza’s fucking name-“ Fettel shook his head as if remembering something.
“Big Bear, Knight of the Radish? What the fuck?�
A pair of patrons, rough looking types who seemed to be very interested in the girl, Syukata, came over to the table as Fettel was still gathering his bearings.
“Oi, this girl your sister? She dun look like it?�
Indrick saw the flash of anger on Fettel’s face. The Ravager obviously saw an opportunity to release his frustration in a way he HAD been trained. Observing the sudden shift in Fettel’s centre of gravity, Indrick put a hand on Fettel’s lap, stopping him from completing the sub-movement that formed a part of the greater motion of standing up. The mission was enough of a failure already without the local authorities after them for murder. Indrick smiled at the two men, exercising both his natural and unnatural methods of persuasion, and spoke in a friendly manner:
“A brother and sister can fight, can they not? Don’t worry, this is nothing abnormal� Indrick completed the effect with a wink. The two men, completely unaware of the levels of manipulation they were experiencing, wandered off.
Fettel gritted his teeth. He needed an outlet. He couldn’t kill patrons, he couldn’t bring himself to kill the girl, his physiology precluded him from engaging in brawls with normal humans. He decided he might as well drink some more.
He grabbed the closest thing at hand, and took a deep drink. Syukata giggled, and Indrick just kept watching.
“BY FUCKING TEREZA…dis…strong stuff...Big Bear...�. Hopelessly inebriated, Fettel picked Syukata up off the table, kissed her strongly on the lips, dropped her, and collapsed.
For the first time in the day, Indrick made his thoughts plain. He threw his head forward into his waiting palm.
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Xenonier
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Re: Vicarious
The slumping form what Syukata was now absolutely certain to be a Rendari posed several problems for both herself and the fragile current state of affairs to the Patrons. In the eyes of the crowd, this little exchange had revealed a sense of weakness about 'Kata herself, a willingness to use something other than intimidation or a concealed disruption pistol to achieve her aims. A second concern of course, was that despite one antagonist being subdued, there remained three clearly powerful characters who could choose any number of responses to this new development. Finally, there was always the notion that despite prior checking, someone could be a really sneaky bastard and still manage to draw a concealed plasma weapon. That sort of problem was of sufficient severity to demand an immediate fix, even if the implications of the actions just observed was something she found absolutely hilarious. Slowly tilting her head towards the Rendari, she intoned what might be considered a warning in between pretending to mumble a series of happy younger-sister gurgles, all performed while absent-mindedly brushing her cheek. The final action was performed with all the irreverence of the stereotypical effervescent schoolgirl.
"Three things. Firstly, while that Drink was never going to kill him, It's probably worth noting that his little moment of amorous business has brought him into contact with a neutralisation agent for the alcohol, which means he'll be up in a minute or two. Second on my list, I have absolutely no idea if this will effect you chums, so I suggest you look away for about three seconds. Thirdly, I would just like to note that I am not pleased I won't be able to use this line when I'm about to die."
At that moment, a passerby gazing through the windows would have chanced upon a response of "Hey everybody, watch this!", seen 'Kata drop a spherical object and would then have walked along blissfully along the Pathway. They would have been found uncaring of the fact almost everyone in the tavern had slumped to the ground in varying states of unconsciousness. When they awoke, they would have had memories of this 'Fettel' losing to his 'sister' at Go, breaking the table and drinking a veritable ton of alcohol in various forms (to the exasperation of his three tightarse friends). Far from being an overtly happy night, it contained just enough violence to pass for a minor problem, balanced with enough supposed restraint to avoid prompting anyone's sense that there was something much larger going on here.
And so it was that with the excitement for one day resolved, Syukata half crawled and half-shuffled her way over the bar, scaling it so as to grab her guitar from where she had let Scnhur keep it for the day. One note to test the acoustics, one tweak to the control mechanism to ensure the auxiliary cells were still functioning and then she was strutting out of there. The small device that had caused (or arguably prevented) mayhem assumed the maniacal beeping of a attentive pet, rolling along the ground to snuggle it's way back into a pocket on her attire. Both guitar and odd spherical ... thing were layered under a veritable carpet of writing, highly stylised Graffiti which typified the spirit of 'art' you might see in advanced urban decay on the streets of some Slum housing the poorer types. Despite the irregular size and organisation of this text, a keen eye could make out her name displayed in reasonably organised block letters.
Xenonian tech. Erasing memories, blinding and stunning people and taking names. Gotta love it.
"Three things. Firstly, while that Drink was never going to kill him, It's probably worth noting that his little moment of amorous business has brought him into contact with a neutralisation agent for the alcohol, which means he'll be up in a minute or two. Second on my list, I have absolutely no idea if this will effect you chums, so I suggest you look away for about three seconds. Thirdly, I would just like to note that I am not pleased I won't be able to use this line when I'm about to die."
At that moment, a passerby gazing through the windows would have chanced upon a response of "Hey everybody, watch this!", seen 'Kata drop a spherical object and would then have walked along blissfully along the Pathway. They would have been found uncaring of the fact almost everyone in the tavern had slumped to the ground in varying states of unconsciousness. When they awoke, they would have had memories of this 'Fettel' losing to his 'sister' at Go, breaking the table and drinking a veritable ton of alcohol in various forms (to the exasperation of his three tightarse friends). Far from being an overtly happy night, it contained just enough violence to pass for a minor problem, balanced with enough supposed restraint to avoid prompting anyone's sense that there was something much larger going on here.
And so it was that with the excitement for one day resolved, Syukata half crawled and half-shuffled her way over the bar, scaling it so as to grab her guitar from where she had let Scnhur keep it for the day. One note to test the acoustics, one tweak to the control mechanism to ensure the auxiliary cells were still functioning and then she was strutting out of there. The small device that had caused (or arguably prevented) mayhem assumed the maniacal beeping of a attentive pet, rolling along the ground to snuggle it's way back into a pocket on her attire. Both guitar and odd spherical ... thing were layered under a veritable carpet of writing, highly stylised Graffiti which typified the spirit of 'art' you might see in advanced urban decay on the streets of some Slum housing the poorer types. Despite the irregular size and organisation of this text, a keen eye could make out her name displayed in reasonably organised block letters.
Xenonian tech. Erasing memories, blinding and stunning people and taking names. Gotta love it.
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Zerstorendar
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Re: Vicarious
The three Spectres remained seated until the surreally cheerful red-headed girl waltzed out of the room, taking her interesting nullification device and musical instrument with her. Indrick could play any musical instrument in the known universe, but didn’t see the point. Obviously, the young girl was not what she seemed.
Indrick’s heavily enhanced mind processed the information he had gathered. Firstly, Fettel was worse than useless. Secondly, this girl was important. Her impressive intelligence and extremely methodical (only to the eyes of the Spectres) actions were all calculated to create a certain impression. Her carefree attitude was carefully cultivated, though Indrick detected genuine eccentricity in her. Her intimate knowledge of the drink she brought as well as knowledge of a neutralisation agent for the exact substance suggested she herself was capable of partaking the same substance. Therefore, she was not human.
So what was she. Her physicality was obviously enhanced, Indrick noticing that she had no trouble whatsoever lifting her own bodyweight or (genuine difficulty) clutching the tankard. However, her body was distinctly human. Indrick’s mind raced through the possibilities, and came to the most likely conclusion: the body was some sort of artifical creation.
Indrick stood, as did his fellow Spectres. The mission would have to proceed differently from planned. He spoke, no less quietly for the empty room or the fact his voice was inaudible to any human ear.
“Scatter. Gather information. Regroup at the hotel and oversee the Ravagers in seven hours. In character. Remain in contact.�
Without any indication that they had been listening to somebody dispense orders, the two Spectres calmly left the building, one walking with a stiff-backed swagger and the other with a clumsy gait.
Indrick knew that Fettel had to be left with him, but there was no reason their intelligence gathering had to be hampered by his presence: his fellow Spectres could operate perfectly alone. And with Indrick’s current objective, Fettel would hardly be a hinderance. He had already established some sort of relationship with the target.
The Spectre lifted the groggy Ravager off the ground. Neutralisation agent indeed. He expected the effects of whatever he drank would wear off completely in just over a minute, but in the meantime, Fettel was hungover.
“What happened…�
“You kissed a very underage girl.�
“Yeah but-WHAT?�
“We’re going to meet her. Follow�
Indrick left the tavern, heading off briskly in the direction the girl had gone, Fettel slightly behind. The Operative had a nagging suspicion that the girl would find them before they found her.
Indrick was at a loss in regards to whether or not that was a good thing.
Indrick’s heavily enhanced mind processed the information he had gathered. Firstly, Fettel was worse than useless. Secondly, this girl was important. Her impressive intelligence and extremely methodical (only to the eyes of the Spectres) actions were all calculated to create a certain impression. Her carefree attitude was carefully cultivated, though Indrick detected genuine eccentricity in her. Her intimate knowledge of the drink she brought as well as knowledge of a neutralisation agent for the exact substance suggested she herself was capable of partaking the same substance. Therefore, she was not human.
So what was she. Her physicality was obviously enhanced, Indrick noticing that she had no trouble whatsoever lifting her own bodyweight or (genuine difficulty) clutching the tankard. However, her body was distinctly human. Indrick’s mind raced through the possibilities, and came to the most likely conclusion: the body was some sort of artifical creation.
Indrick stood, as did his fellow Spectres. The mission would have to proceed differently from planned. He spoke, no less quietly for the empty room or the fact his voice was inaudible to any human ear.
“Scatter. Gather information. Regroup at the hotel and oversee the Ravagers in seven hours. In character. Remain in contact.�
Without any indication that they had been listening to somebody dispense orders, the two Spectres calmly left the building, one walking with a stiff-backed swagger and the other with a clumsy gait.
Indrick knew that Fettel had to be left with him, but there was no reason their intelligence gathering had to be hampered by his presence: his fellow Spectres could operate perfectly alone. And with Indrick’s current objective, Fettel would hardly be a hinderance. He had already established some sort of relationship with the target.
The Spectre lifted the groggy Ravager off the ground. Neutralisation agent indeed. He expected the effects of whatever he drank would wear off completely in just over a minute, but in the meantime, Fettel was hungover.
“What happened…�
“You kissed a very underage girl.�
“Yeah but-WHAT?�
“We’re going to meet her. Follow�
Indrick left the tavern, heading off briskly in the direction the girl had gone, Fettel slightly behind. The Operative had a nagging suspicion that the girl would find them before they found her.
Indrick was at a loss in regards to whether or not that was a good thing.
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Xenonier
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Re: Vicarious
Syukata had left the tavern reasonably certain that she would be followed by the Rendari, the expectation of that running through her mind even as she crossed the streets of this little left-wing utopia. For all the sheer oddity of her form, they were more than competent enough to recognise she was worth investigation as an asset and therefore, they would be searching the city (It is named Rabona, if you're curious) for her and depending on how they acted, that could be a terribly amusing, or exceedingly destructive course of action. With the previous meeting degenerating into hastily contrived attempts to hold their disparate indentities from the native audience, she was determined to ensure that this meeting was on better terms.
So it was that, once the Spectres had left she was able to stop halting her metabolism, and get out of her little hiding place. Lace, frills and plastic all fell to the shop floor as Syukata shook off both the clothes ... and the pieces of a clothing mannequin. Because, when someone's looking for a lolita-esque character, there's no better place to hide than a shop window that sells that kind of fashion. Furthermore, Syukata had guessed correctly that drawing a correlation between the style and her hiding in it, wasn't going to be immediately apparent to a group of people she'd just met, no matter how intelligent or fearsome they were. Pausing only to reach for the ever-present and guitar, Syukata needed now only to thank the shopkeeper for his involvement in this little scheme.
"Thankyou. I understand this was quite an unreasonable and unusual request of you to make. However, this little piggy is going to go and try and be a real girl now Gepetto! "
".... You make odd requests of me, an old man, and your tounge is as add as it's ever been. But my family has always enjoyed your company, just as the people of this city enjoy your music. Good day you, Syukata. "
After this little exchange, she was off again, toddling away into the streets a night. An astute observer would have noted her right eye had changed colour in the space of a few seconds, a significant development. The eye's change was a fairly unsubtle indication of a change not only in her intentions, but also her capabilities. Syukata briefly considered using the trace amounts of neutralisation agent that the Cute one might have left over to find him, but dismissed it. It just wouldn't be fun that way, and she'd feel like a spoilsport. Thus, the search would be conducted in a more orthodox fashion. As it stood after all, she'd been having nothing but a tirade of fun and games, at the expense of everyone else's respectability and all without getting killed, or horribly maimed. Why would that change for her now?
Besides, it gave her an excuse to act like a total idiot. Thusly, Syukata was able to merrily dance, hop, skip and generally twirl through the recesses of rabona, dodging in and out of far more respectable people, chanting absolute nonsense such as "Cake or Death? I choose Death ... no ... I mean Cake! But you said Death! I meant Cake! Oh ... allrighty" and "First wife shot into space, second wife made out of jam, third wife was an otaku ....", and of course, the line "And so there is your lover, the one you want to be with, standing there naked, intoning "I love you, I want to be with you", their shoulders shining in the moonlight ... AND THEN THE CAGE COMES DOWN"
As a result of a return to these somewhat less effective and far more indulgent approaches, it was to take Syukata several hours before she actually walked into the path of the Rendari. Only then, there was two, prompting a "... It's never as fun when everyone doesn't see you do it" thought to run through her head. Nevertheless, despite only noticing the bear and the particularly kipper Rendari, she eventually decided to go along with 'the plan'.
Gaining as much speed as her smaller frame would allow, she started sprinting in their direction, consciously averting her eyes from the gaze of either Rendari, yet still keeping a clear direction of heading towards them. Bypassing the first one, she immediately began to skid to a stop, the inertics of her clothes ensuring she stopped exactly where she wished to. Immediately, she pivoted to the side, looked straight into the bear's eyes, assumed an idiotic expression reinforced by glazed eyes and vacant-I'm-a-child-who-lead-my-parents-to-divorce-gaze and finally, extended a pointing finger.
She could have said any number of greetings, but chose a remarkably economical one. The Neuralinks of the entire Xenonian nation reported many found it an amusing choose too, which she beamed at (both inwardly and outwardly).
"You're tall. "
So it was that, once the Spectres had left she was able to stop halting her metabolism, and get out of her little hiding place. Lace, frills and plastic all fell to the shop floor as Syukata shook off both the clothes ... and the pieces of a clothing mannequin. Because, when someone's looking for a lolita-esque character, there's no better place to hide than a shop window that sells that kind of fashion. Furthermore, Syukata had guessed correctly that drawing a correlation between the style and her hiding in it, wasn't going to be immediately apparent to a group of people she'd just met, no matter how intelligent or fearsome they were. Pausing only to reach for the ever-present and guitar, Syukata needed now only to thank the shopkeeper for his involvement in this little scheme.
"Thankyou. I understand this was quite an unreasonable and unusual request of you to make. However, this little piggy is going to go and try and be a real girl now Gepetto! "
".... You make odd requests of me, an old man, and your tounge is as add as it's ever been. But my family has always enjoyed your company, just as the people of this city enjoy your music. Good day you, Syukata. "
After this little exchange, she was off again, toddling away into the streets a night. An astute observer would have noted her right eye had changed colour in the space of a few seconds, a significant development. The eye's change was a fairly unsubtle indication of a change not only in her intentions, but also her capabilities. Syukata briefly considered using the trace amounts of neutralisation agent that the Cute one might have left over to find him, but dismissed it. It just wouldn't be fun that way, and she'd feel like a spoilsport. Thus, the search would be conducted in a more orthodox fashion. As it stood after all, she'd been having nothing but a tirade of fun and games, at the expense of everyone else's respectability and all without getting killed, or horribly maimed. Why would that change for her now?
Besides, it gave her an excuse to act like a total idiot. Thusly, Syukata was able to merrily dance, hop, skip and generally twirl through the recesses of rabona, dodging in and out of far more respectable people, chanting absolute nonsense such as "Cake or Death? I choose Death ... no ... I mean Cake! But you said Death! I meant Cake! Oh ... allrighty" and "First wife shot into space, second wife made out of jam, third wife was an otaku ....", and of course, the line "And so there is your lover, the one you want to be with, standing there naked, intoning "I love you, I want to be with you", their shoulders shining in the moonlight ... AND THEN THE CAGE COMES DOWN"
As a result of a return to these somewhat less effective and far more indulgent approaches, it was to take Syukata several hours before she actually walked into the path of the Rendari. Only then, there was two, prompting a "... It's never as fun when everyone doesn't see you do it" thought to run through her head. Nevertheless, despite only noticing the bear and the particularly kipper Rendari, she eventually decided to go along with 'the plan'.
Gaining as much speed as her smaller frame would allow, she started sprinting in their direction, consciously averting her eyes from the gaze of either Rendari, yet still keeping a clear direction of heading towards them. Bypassing the first one, she immediately began to skid to a stop, the inertics of her clothes ensuring she stopped exactly where she wished to. Immediately, she pivoted to the side, looked straight into the bear's eyes, assumed an idiotic expression reinforced by glazed eyes and vacant-I'm-a-child-who-lead-my-parents-to-divorce-gaze and finally, extended a pointing finger.
She could have said any number of greetings, but chose a remarkably economical one. The Neuralinks of the entire Xenonian nation reported many found it an amusing choose too, which she beamed at (both inwardly and outwardly).
"You're tall. "
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