Taya flicked through the rack at random. Something classic, like Evangelion or Sailor Moon? Something more contemporary? Hoemstuck? Adventure Time? Madoka? Perhaps she could even crossplay and further confuse her online friend. As a girl Taya didn't have much to bind, if anything she often had to sculpt and... but she was digressing into the nitty gritty there. She then noticed a huge contraption sticking out at an odd angle from the back of the clothes rack. Fluttershy's wings. How could she have forgotten that one? As she pulled out the oversized prop- which had been quite the nuisance to others during Radio City's last convention- she giggled at the thought of going out into public with wings. The rest of the costume was hanging along with the associated wig, it was a simple but pretty little affair. Her only mistake had been the omission of the cutie mark, which was actually a pretty big deal, but Taya had looked way too good in it to just not use it. She nodded, this would be perfect. Not to mention annoying to the denizens of Radio City, which was always a plus. She just had to dig out the needed make-up, get her wig cap ready... Her computer bleeped in the background. Oh, she had almost forgotten Melodious Mistress! Uh, whoops. I got caught up in something. The cafe's Le Restaurant de Dijon, I think. And the more costumes the merrier, girl!
edited 10th Aug '12 10:34:05 PM by Bassetete
"Damn," said Lutecia, "run into a cat burglar just when I overexerted myself. Damn."
"We'd better get home, Elder Sister," said 1138-a. "You're still hurt."
She was right; Lutecia's chest was heaving, and she staggered again. So 1138-a put Lutecia's arm around her back and let her lean on her; that way they once again began to make their way toward Lutecia's tea shop and house.
"It's fine, Miss Pretty Dress, Mister Jet," said Tia. "I'm OK, really. If anyone bad will come I'll beat them up."
She twisted her face, concentrating. For a few seconds, nothing happened, then the palm of her hand changed, melted together, and flowed into the form of a 40-centimetre-long blade. It was very sharp.
edited 11th Aug '12 4:56:35 AM by desdendelle
"It's OK, Mister Jet, my clothes don't tear," she said. She looked down to her bladed hand and transformed it back to its normal shape. She put her finger to her lips again. She thought for a bit.
"I don't like cars, Mister Jet," she said at length. "They're scary. But you can come with me back home. You too, Miss Pretty Dress. I'm sure Mr. Teilhaber won't mind, he's really nice to me."
At the mention of the hospital Rosette stiffened a little, and held on a bit tighter to the man who held her "N-No... no hospitals... I can't go to a hospital... please"
She led them to a small, three-storey-high building. She opened the door — it was unlocked — and climbed to the first floor. She stood before a door — the plaque on it read 'Teilhaber' — and concentrated. It took her some time, but at length she formed her pinky finger into the likeness of a key; she inserted it to the keyhole, twisted it, and opened the door. She changed her pinky back to normal and went in.
"I'm home, Mr. Teilhaber! Those two people want to talk to you!" she said.
A shuffling noise could be heard, and after a few seconds a man appeared in the hallway. He seemed fit and strong, his arms well muscled, face long and taut, and body lithe. His hair was grey with age, but his eyes were blue and sharp. The shuffling came from his leg — an obvious prosthesis.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, his accent slightly German. "Please, come. There is no need to stand in the hallway, and there's a kettle of tea and cookies and in the salon."
He crouched with effort and stroked Tia's hair. "Welcome home, little one."
edited 12th Aug '12 7:57:35 AM by nman
edited 12th Aug '12 12:56:13 PM by HouraiRabbit
Sit right down while I give you a dose of reality, uh huh
Some cheap-ass spirit comes down into my hood
And I'm not gonna sit back thinkin' 'It's all good'
I'm your senior by a longshot, old as a rock
So I ain't gonna stand by and take this crock! He started to float in the air, his baggy pants billowing as a magical barrier enveloped him. As they were trained, his ghouls started to throw miscellaneous gang signs at his adversary.
edited 12th Aug '12 2:00:09 PM by wikkit
"Ah, sorry about this..." James started picking up whatever wasn't ruined and put them in the grocery bags, Doll helping with him. "I probably should reimburse you, I guess... would ten dollars be enough?" "We'll help you carry them back home," Doll told Jordan.
Sheathe held her breath and followed shortly behind Stalwart, ignoring the slight stinging of her eyes from all the smoke. "How high can you jump and how good is your vision?" she asked. "She can't have gone far and a higher vantage point might make her easier to spot."
Before Gum-Girl could stomp back down on the mobster's stomach, he rolled out of the way and fired a shot of burning black ooze at her feet while she dropped, and another at the gum shot meant to stick him to the ground. For good measure, he fired a third shot at the gun that he dropped, burning it against the concrete so that while it was probably unusable now, at least the little superheroine wouldn't get any ideas about it.
Twelve men. Two escaped, one with three of my guns. One is contending with a super right now. Two are incapacitated. And seven are dead. In some unknown hideaway in the city, the Thespian had changed out of his tuxedo, the business suit he was now wearing not quite as showy as what he wore before. Gum Girl. Madarch. Multiplayer. A child who thinks of herself the gritty heroine, an insane mushroom with no sense of subtlety, and an egotistical copy machine. Slipping off his mask with gloved hands, the Thespian placed his disguise in a thick trunk, tossing the gloves on top before locking it tight. How annoying. Well, I suppose my men are just extras, after all. There was no one near the alleyway and the streets by the building were sparse. The location was nondescript. He was neither followed nor were there any tracking devices on his vehicle. Not even a single of his mobsters knew of this place. It takes one supporting character to deal with another. Now who can I count on to get the job done... He took a seat and took out his special phone. Untraceable and untappable, it distorted his voice just like his mask - along with protecting his identity online via various means. From there, he typed out a simple message: This is the Thespian. There are people I want dead. Price negotiable. And sent it to Dr. Holocaust and Taya.
edited 13th Aug '12 2:00:53 AM by Starbound2
Jeff grabbed his phone when it vibrated, checked the message. Nice, a job opened up. Thespian may have screwed him in the past, but given that he probably needed the money to pay for fuel, housing bills... food... he flipped the phone open to the keyboard. You're in. Payment? How bout something to stop this flying bitch with fire powers. Prolly know who I'm talking about.
edited 12th Aug '12 6:13:26 PM by Taco
Looking good. No creeping intended. Night, MM. Katella has logged off. Taya stretched in place. MM was certainly the looker, in fact she seemed almost famili- Wait, that had been the girl Taya had hired to build her nearly untappable phone. Nearly having been the operative word involved in the transaction. Well, that was interesting. To think that the two would cross paths again. Taya now thought that MM maybe had a point when she had mentioned the extreme odds against the both of them being in the same city. Now they had even met before? Taya shrugged it off. What happened tomorrow happened tomorrow. Even if Taya were to die because of what she had just done, she wouldn't care... Speaking of death... The Thespian and Taya had possibly worked together before, Taya couldn't really remember the details as jobs often blurred into one another, since all of them ran along the same lines of killing people with explosives. But the man himself was of course one of the more infamous criminals of Radio City. Not that she really cared, but it at least meant two things: Taya would be payed well if she succeeded and would be in all kinds of trouble if she failed. But again, death was an empty concept for the younger Sommelier sister. Taya only wished Thespian had sent the details through the phone. The Internet was a far easier place to have her cover blown. Not that she wasn't afraid of dying, but she would also rather live as long as possible. She hadn't even completed her life-long goal of cosplaying every Touhou character ever yet. Regardless, it wouldn't do well to keep the criminal mastermind waiting. Taya shut off her computer and grabbed her car keys and mobile phone, heading out the door. What will you need from me, exactly? Besides the obvious answer of 'explosions', I mean. Taya didn't wait for a response before she jumped into her car, one of those cube shaped ones from Japan. It was a pretty funny sight on the streets, which is why she had chosen it. The key in the ignition, she headed off. Her house was in a poorer area of town, and looked the part despite the inside being full of expensive yet culturally void stuff. She needed to be close to her 'business centers' after all. The closest one was a short drive away.
There were two sofas in the room, rather comfortable, and an armchair stood before an empty fireplace. In the room’s middle stood four ornate chairs arranged around a low, round table. Its legs were made of wrought iron in the likeness of lions’ paws. On it there was a platter with a kettle, a set of porcelain cups and saucers, and a plate of cookies.
Mr. Teilhaber led his guests and Tia to the salon, and sat down. Tia sat in the armchair, picked the book that was lying on its armrest up, and began to read. Mr. Teilhaber poured tea.
“Do not worry, Detective Kane,” he said. “Tia is very capable and I don’t think there are many who can harm her.”
He coughed a little, dabbed his lips with a handkerchief he produced from a breast pocket, and sipped from his tea.
“Let me introduce myself properly,” said Mr. Teilhaber. “My name is Felix Teilhaber, and I am a retired Army captain. Perhaps I should tell you why Tia is living here.”
He sipped some more tea and ate a cookie. “A few months ago I was visiting an old friend in an unsavoury part of town. Some poor fool decided that — I think because of my age and apparent infirmity — I was a suitable target for a mugging. I had my hand behind my back, drawing my gun, when Tia walked up to us. She looked at us and asked, ‘Have you seen my mommy?’
“I began to say that no, I haven’t, when the mugger told her to fuck off. In retrospect it wasn’t the smartest idea. Tia looked at him and told him that her mommy said that you should be polite to other people. Then she transformed her hand into a blade, sneaked behind him, and hamstrung him.”
“He was a mean person, Mr. Teilhaber,” said Tia, not lifting her head from her book. “I beat him up.”
“Obviously she was trained to use her abilities,” continued Felix. “We stayed till the police came, then I offered her tea and cookies. She accepted, and came home with me. I talked a bit with her and heard her story. When she told me she had no home, I offered to let her stay here. This apartment is empty; my son left the house years ago and my wife is dead. I am not her legal guardian — I doubt she has one — merely someone who was kind to her. Obviously, her parents are missing if she is searching for her mother.”
edited 13th Aug '12 1:32:50 PM by desdendelle
"Heading out, 'Muse'?" The barkeep gave Aria a friendly smile as she came through the backdoor. "Yeah. Business has been crap lately, so I'm calling it a early night." She sighed. "Heh. Don't worry, things'll pick up; there's always some wannabe hero who needs new gear." "Very true~ Have a good night, Tom. And keep the alcohol away from the electronics!" "Yeah, tell the patrons that, not me!"
Darktail was mysteriously nowhere in the nearby city streets, the alleyways or the rooftops. The only trace was an open sewer passage and its removed manhole.