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Post by Narcissa King on Jun 14, 2020 11:05:53 GMT -4
They have separated again, though the body was probably leaking blood in the freezer. Narcissa didn't care, she was sure she could pay Giovanni simply and let him clean it in any way he wanted. She was sure he had people for that, but right now she was back at the front part of the little warehouse, every minute Dantalian would be able to show up at this little invisible place in Tokyo that Giovanni had given her to use. She had the dead man in the freezer that he probably used to normally store fresh ingredients for the restaurant or he would if he was going to make one here and Narcissa wondered if he was stalling it because of the issues that kept rolling down. She wondered how it would go for him and his little pro-hero. Things that she should not be bothered about or that she shouldn't know. She did not care for now. The whole organisation of this plan had gone well and she was actually surprised how she could have met such interesting people and she wondered as John might not agree with this idea what he would think of the impersonation of the minister and do what she asked from him.
She had written the little speech only for the most part and turned her attention back to it. It would be fine, she would call Tomio in a few minutes when the whole ordeal was done. This was going to be fun and she would hope that the young man would show up, well he had to when this conversation was going to be recorded, yes, everything was going exactly like planned, soon Tomio would be the minister of Defense. This would maybe change how people looked at the quirk tax, but than again, hm... maybe she could bring that forward as well. She smiled and wrote a little bit about that as well, maybe she could work a little more with that new major of what was the district again, well it did not matter. It would not be long before Dantalion was here and everything would be fixed.
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Post by John Doe on Jun 18, 2020 13:10:52 GMT -4
He would eventually arrive roughly right around the time he was expected, He was usually punctually when it came to dates and appointments. He preferred doing things meticulously and to the fine detail. The only reason for even the minor delay would be one disguise would soon be fading. Regardless of the professional and beneficial relationship this woman could provide his true face was one that must always remain something that can blend into a crowd from both friend or foe. He was an enigma of culinary murder and passionate prolonged hunting. As attractive in skills as fearsome and devious as well given his own odd world views as well as his passion in his work and things that truly captured his focus and attention.
He felt a cool sweat running down his forehead and the side of his head. The sensation to shed one husk of meat and reform into his original god given core. The only less enticing part of this deal was having to likely eat more the raw genetic material. It was like the meeting with the spider under world quirker. Many assumed he must feast like some barbarian. IT wasn't something he faulted them for simply detested the idea of it... Did they improperly cook rare refined steak? Over salt rare delicacies? But explaining it wouldn't yield enough to make it worth attempting in most times.
His clothing was rather plain but covered most his form. A surgical mask over his face even if for the moment it wasn't actually his own. The long dark coat and sweatshirt underneath and hat pulled low gave him that everyday working man look who might be walking about town. His ability to blend into the background had always been a valuable skill. In a line of passion and work like his it was best to not be noticed or known by most except those that needed too after all.
"I'm a bit surprised you actually pulled this off. Forgive me when saying, The villains that meet up and talk of business in those chats often aim for the stars when they can barely hope to lift off the ground." He spoke purely metaphorically of course. An his guess of all the proper things in place was even with cleaning and all precautions he may not have had super senses but like a refined chefs nose for spices. He recognized the protein fluid of crimson nearby even feint as it was. As if a fine wine had been uncorked somewhere across the room and faintly wafted its scent through the carrying breeze.
"It's good you don't disappoint, It speaks volumes to your abilities." He said in his lightly tired voice. That small overlaying exhaustion that always seemed to carry lightly in the undertone of his voice. His cold eyes watching her with that almost uninterested gaze that those that knew him... if anyone knew him... would know meant more curiosity ironically enough.
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Post by Narcissa King on Jun 19, 2020 8:31:51 GMT -4
She looked up and opened the door to the warehouse and smiled at Dantalion and let him in. She brushed her braid over her shoulder, "I don't like to disappoint or give up on my ideas." she said casually as she closed the door behind him after checking if there was no one else and walked further back into the warehouse. It looked really as empty as it felt but there were kitchen items and there was a big freezer where there was a chair with the dead man. But that wasn't the part of the discussion yet. "There are a few things we need to discuss before this last lose ends of this plan should be finished. I need to know if this works for you or that I have to find another way." She went to sit down back at the table where she had sat before and held up the paper she had written the little speech on. "There are a few things I depend on you for, your acting skill for that matter. I have the Minister of Defense in there, Chinen Yoshiaki." She said casually as if she just told Dantalian she had bought a big fridge for making lemonade. "The body at this point is yours, I don't care how much you need or how you disregard such a thing after, if you want, else I fix it myself but, I need you to give a short speech on the television, I will help you out with getting to that point and I wrote your speech. Next to that, I need you to go home and dispose of the wife."
She crossed her arms and turned her head a little to look at John. "Would that be decent for the money I will pay you or are there things you rather not do, because I would like to discuss that now." He could of course not keep the face of the minister too long, considering the man would leave to live on, eh she had to check her notes, well at his vacation home and retire. She smirked, this was such a more interesting plan and a better adventure to see if her avoiding someone's murder would work. She also took Chinen's phone from her bag. "We also have to make a new voicemail message." This man was going to disappear from the world but she was going to do it well. God she looked forward to being so much better at this than she was at this point.
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Post by John Doe on Jun 25, 2020 3:37:51 GMT -4
He tilted his head listening curiously to the plans the woman spoke about. Her language patterns as well as her behaviors seemed to give him a idea there were meticulous details planned here. Any information she chose to share with him from papers or just verbal explanation he'd listen carefully as if a mute statue for a time. His tired devil eyes peering over the small face mask that covered his mouth and pulled down cap shadowing his eyes as well.
"Should be simple enough to play the part. He wasn't a eccentric man at least in his energy from what I saw. I can keep some bits of material with me to keep the look extended a bit if needed. A speech should be easier enough... I'm not a professional actor or anything but playing a temporary part in life like this in someone else's skin is something I have some mileage in experience in." He'd say occasionally looking over his shoulder. His keen ear strongly listening just encase anyone was watching or listening. His paranoia could be eccentric at times but it always kept him mostly protected as well.
"Is the wife supposed to disappear or is it supposed to look like he killed her? We can put it into action quickly after the speech. Its best to move while the material I ingest is still fresh for optimal effect and less chance for complications." He seemed a bit curious as well given her last part. "Explain more about the voicemail part as well. When all is understood I'll assume my change..." He'd in his average almost exhausted gravely tone. It was truly as if this was nothing more then a game or a days work as if he was about to clock in like any other average joe to their place of work.
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Post by Narcissa King on Jun 27, 2020 14:11:22 GMT -4
Narcissa nodded, no indeed Chinen was rather a boring and dull man so that was easy to copy. "Don't worry, I am sure you can do this if you could maybe fake an I am done attitude or a panicky one, that would be more perfect but even Chinen never showed much of that, so you are perfect, don't worry." She moved her hands to make quotation marks around the I-am-done-attitude and panicky-one. But she was sure John would pull it off fine, she just wanted this all to be done and done well, maybe she should buy him home acting classes, so he could practice but this wasn't the time and place to discuss such a matter. But it was temporary acting and most people reacted differently in such a moment and she was sure it would be fine enough, not much was known about Chinen anyway, she was going to play it by the ear of the information they got, of course, she had sent out the boys to confirm this was all true. "It is indeed only a speech to resign, it should be fine, the only thing is timing, I don't know how long your shape so to say, lasts, but I need to call the secretary the man has and have to get the camera crew here of course." She looked with a curious look at John because this was essential to know.
With the following questions Dantalion asked, it was time to inform him about the whole plan and the speech. She nodded, though he got the idea of the time frame. She held up the paper she had in front of her, "Here is the thing, the rumours I spread are that Chinen Yoshiaki or as most people know him the minister of Defense is the one that made the Quirk tax. A lot of people are against him and no one believes him that he didn't do it nor that he doesn't want to increase it. It has been even in the newspaper. So what happens to a minister that has no trust of the people anymore, he is going to resign." She grinned at John, "He only doesn't know he doesn't do so himself. You will be the one in his skin that will call in his resignation and tell everyone in a little speech that I wrote for you that you as Chinen will resign and move with your wife to your vacation home in India. God may know why he has a place there but he does. I will give you the whole speech later but then we move to his house, you as Chinen himself, we murder his wife, but I let it clean up quickly, it will look like they left and put their house on the market. Which might be something you have to point out to Tomio, that he takes over for Chinen. The two of them are of course dead but to let it wait as long as possible, I have set up everything that it literally looks as that he fled the country. That is why I also need you to make a voicemail message. In a few weeks, I will change his voicemail to that he has a new phone and does no longer wish to bothered on this one and if you are important to him, yo will have the new number soon. I have his phone and I will change it when I think it is a good time. It is all this to make sure no one is seeing that it is plain murder." She smirked, hoped that John kept up with her whole story, what was she lucky to have bumped into their partnership.
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Post by John Doe on Jul 7, 2020 2:28:54 GMT -4
He listened carefully as she spoke with that dull expression in the current disguises eyes. A droll tired expression as if this was simply any other job and he was a employee that had been been at work for as long as one could remember. His expression, attitude, body language, always had this average if not dull tired expression to it that made it easy to overlook him in a crowd or forget he even exists when he is even close by. These were tools that he used and had at this point become so naturally ingrained in his normal behavior it was as secondhand as breathing for him. "I can do an attitude like that sure, Sounds simple enough. As for the form I can held it for quite some time. But it would probably be best to hold off on it until at least and hour before they arrive. But if it shouldn't take much time at all I can get started now if its better. I'll need to dispose of some organic material residue after as well. Proper cleaning and all that." He referred to sheded material that would be left behind each time he changed shapes. Old flesh, teeth, hair, all the things of one form falling asunder to make way for the new form that would soon be taking its place as the body would crack and shift when the time would come.
"Sounds simple enough, I can tell when I am simply a piece to a puzzle and you are the grand creator of the art it makes when brought to completion. I'll read your speech and voicemail. It wouldn't be the first time I've made someone make themselves disappear so to speak. The wife shouldn't be a problem either. I've been through enough of similar scenarios to know how to handle that clean enough. She's not a game for me so I'll be able to keep the mess highly minimal." He spoke as they talked of the womans plan and how to put it into action. He let out a low sigh as he slowly put together all he'd need to remember and put into action in a proper sequence in his mind and thoughts.
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Post by Narcissa King on Jul 9, 2020 10:59:35 GMT -4
Narcissa did of course not know how John worked but she had learned that his expression said nothing about what he really found interesting and that's why she ignored it and just kept on talking, not taking it as an indication that he found it dull, stupid or boring and thus she would explain to him what was all necessary, it was a small process over time, puzzle pieces. She was glad to hear that he could do that, even if John wasn't an actor, seriously maybe she would give him home classes for that, she was sure he could pull off this easy thing, be tired, irritated everything about the whole situation would push people to do strange things. Therefore she nodded when he agreed with it. Alright, good to know he could hold it on for quite a while, she nodded and she thought about it and wondered how long it would take Tomio to be here, or well at the park because obviously this was going to be a big plan and the sooner it be finished the better. "Well I think the first person could arrive in about an hour, so let me know when I should make the first phone call."
She would let John do his work without interrupting so she would see what he would do with it, so she explained quickly that the puzzle worked with a little speech and a voicemail. He could tell them all that he wrote down his thoughts and read her little speech out loud when the media was there. She could not wait though and smiled at the idea and she nodded, she liked how John thought, she had already noticed that the first time but still that same feeling was here. "Good to hear, it's really a pleasant timework that we have Dantalion, I really hope you don't mind me asking you to do this." She was glad to hear about the mess keeping to a minimal, after all, she had to pay people to clear it up and say nothing.
"We can go over it a little when you are ready, we have a bit before everyone arrives after all and we had to go there." But going outside this building meant the acting part already had to have started but she was sure John knew what to do. So she would let him go and do his business in the freezer and she would wait and finish the message for the voicemail that they could do before leaving and she would make sure her little speech was readable.
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Post by John Doe on Jul 18, 2020 19:57:40 GMT -4
He would briefly make and exit to do what would need doing privately. There wasn't really the time for the preparation of the of the ingesting material as he normally preferred so he worked quickly in a more raw state of materials. It wasn't the first time a sense of urgency had removed the ability to truly enjoy fine delectable's. He would be secluded still in the walk in freezer for a time as well. Changing both mind and form in a secluded environment to keep as much of it secretive as possible. Flesh and bone would twist and crack in infernal and demonic ways. Teeth, flesh, all parts down to the bone would conform and take shape into a form as if a new life being born into the world from the womb of the fleshy husk of the prior. A transforming sequence so vile and dark it was no wonder why he kept it a secret to the outside world. A fleshy pulp of skin and genetic material left behind upon the ground. The cool air of the cooler as well quickly refreshing him as he adjusted his clothing as well before exiting the cooler as a cool cold air mist forth when the door opened up.
He would emerge from the freezer buttoning the last of his buttons and straightening the tie in a tired professional like demeanor. The image of the man he was meant to appear as looking like a tired politician which in many ways played well to the part he was about to be playing. "Very well, Make your call and I believe we're ready to begin my fair ally." He said with a light nod taking in a long deep breath. The man appearing as the old lightly husky leader as if risen from the grave.
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Post by Narcissa King on Aug 12, 2020 12:57:56 GMT -4
A shiver ran down her spine when Chinen walked out of the fridge. She knew he was dead but look at what Dantalion was able to do. He looked more tired than usual but that was probably the acting of his own that would help with their goal. She heard his voice and it was almost tempting to look back in the fridge to see if something changed or not but she knew, she knew well enough not to do so and she smiled. "Absolutely perfect." She was absolutely thrilled by this and she would usher him to go outside, hide his face for now so she could walk with him when locking up everything. First the fridge, then the door. She would give him the paper with the information of the voicemail and let him record that. She wouldn't have to switch it on yet and she put his phone back in her pocket. Just for now, the display would be well. She had set everything up and gave a quick rundown of the plan to John. When Tomio would come, he would have to tell his assistant, his secretary that he was going to stop and that he needed the public to know immediately that he was tired of being lashed at and looked at as a criminal because of the quirk tax and while all he did was in the name of the greater good of Japan.
She was sure he would remember and she as the silly ambassador would try to follow him to make him feel okay and she was sure she could convince Tomio of that attitude. She let John walk and she would follow quickly in her own personality that would stress about his safety and she called Tomio because Chinen was talking in a bad way and she did not know what to do. She would send him their location and they did not have to wait long before the secretary of state would show up. "What's going on?" He asked, looking from one to another, and Narcissa tried to look as pale as she could as worried and tired. "Yoshiaki-sama doesn't seem well, he looks so tired and he didn't want to stop, he started talking about resigning, oh I didn't know what to do but to call you." She pointed at the fake minister, looking worried and acted her part, oh how hard it was to not smile at John about it all. She would watch and see what Dantalion would tell Tomio now and if she would have to film it already, either she would drop it on the internet herself or he would demand for a news crew now already.
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Post by John Doe on Aug 20, 2020 3:13:35 GMT -4
It was a little strange when doing jobs like this being so close to someone while using his ability and theme aware of it. It wasn't the first time and his work to make ends meet and live in financial safety had brought him into such a situation. But it would always make him slightly unnerved on a mild level deep within himself. But even still the little nervous sensation that whispered softly to him from time to time. While it had never let him down as well he had learned to use it as a tool to keep and edge when needed from situation to situation. The man giving her a small briefly mild grin to her seeing how his image had taken so well. IT was to be expected for his power but he was still momentarily pleased to hear it. A small pet to his abilities ego one might even say.
"I aim to please," He said in brief answering the compliment. The voice still much like the main he was meant to mimic only with a tired twinge that gave him that worn down. He would follow her along as well not far behind her when it came time to address the others. Things moved quickly but not in a way that felt awkward. Narcissa had a way of handling things like a well oiled machine. Pure business perhaps with a sense of style that seemed to bleed into almost everything she does at least in the observation John had taken sight of.
He seemed silent looking somewhat downtrodden only occasionally looking over the crowd but seemingly allowing Narcissa to hold the lead. The look in his eyes down to his slumped shoulders and his suit a little rumpled here and there as if to give the appearance of a defeated man. Aiming to play his part for what was to come.
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Post by Narcissa King on Aug 27, 2020 16:22:18 GMT -4
She had set everything in motion. With her real cellphone, she called Tomio, send him a text message to come to her as she was trying to make sure Chinen was doing alright and so on. As if this was just her daily job, that she accidentally bumped into him and all was a very perfect way of making this work, but with her burner phone, the one for Daffodil, she called the press anonymously. How fun that they would arrive just a bit later when she just explained to Tomio what was going on. It might look as if Chinen had called the press himself and Narcissa would just be there for John to recite what he wanted to say. It was all too perfect to be true, she could not wait for this moment, this was everything she needed and wanted, goodbye Chinen, you did nothing wrong but you were just the weakest link. It was so honest to god great what she was doing, that she managed to get this power because she got the best people that seemed to want to join her and be interesting in her jobs. Truly she could not trust them, they knew who killed Chinen or why and she did not want to share that but for now, this was simply what she would do with it.
Dantalion was her strongest assets and she hoped she would never lose him, though she needed to set up other plans, so as not to make the man (she believed he was) believe that she kept using him for her own good or to overwhelm him. Obviously the money paid him well enough for this day. She gave him a look, one they had shortly practised before now that the cameras were on him and someone asked him, "Yoshiaki-sama, what's going on?" Yes, what was going on? And she would wait, trying her utmost best to keep a stoic and pale face while inside she was squirming and smiling. This was John's moment to give a speech while they would go to the live feed of the minister. And with John's speech done, the cameras were lowered, Japan had no idea what to think and Tomio looked as if he could faint any given moment. She would catch the secretary and made sure to wave a little bit of air towards him to try and make sure she looked like a worried young woman for his sake, and for the sake of a potential camera. "Tomio-san, hang on." John would now know he would have to go to his home and if he wanted, he could get rid of his wife if he could do it as clear and strict as possible, no one should know, everything was well done and fixed, no one would know someone died, the only way someone would figure out is when they would see the flight tickets... after all, no one left the state. But Narcissa would make sure that everything was done and arranged while she was here and then she would show up at the backdoor of Chinen's house.
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Post by John Doe on Aug 30, 2020 18:50:52 GMT -4
The call and all tools for it had been put in place... The action of preparing to be another person as simply as slipping on a new suit when it was in fact their skin seemed almost natural for him. It was as if he had no remorse or second guessed feelings for such acts as horrid as they may have been seen by others if he'd shared or they'd ever become aware of the things like this he'd done at present or in the long past of his many strange and darkened endeavors. Some for work and many others for pleasure as well. But the call and message to the pressing being in a tired defeated voice that would be almost indistinguishable from the true voice of the now passed man.
"There is always a time of coming and a time of going. I have learned in the last couple of months that I am no longer welcome. Where my goal was there to do and make better for Japan, it seems that not everyone agrees with my methods. That means it is maybe time for someone else to come, someone younger or with another mindset to make this better. Yes, I suggested the quirk tax and I think it has its efficiency when it comes to a lot of things but the world and Japan does not agree with me. I am tired of this and I am tired of the job that I put my heart and soul into, therefore I have decided the last couple of weeks to retire. My wife and I will move out of the country and we will consider coming back when I feel more harmonious with myself. I would like you all to know that Tomio, my assistant, my secretary and your new minister, is a capable young man of taking the better decisions that the country is waiting for. Therefore, I will say this with all my heart but thank you Japan for having me and I will never forget the honour I have had to do this job, but I see now that the time of going is up to me and therefore I have to say, goodbye." He would state in a professional bit tired voice that gave all the impression of a defeated if not nearly broken man perhaps as well. The kind of tone that could almost even make the people he was speaking to feel tired perhaps as well in reaction and reflection of the words.
Of course the work wouldn't end there as he'd quickly be on the move there after needing to wrap up various other details. He would prepare his tools and be on his way. An like a true professional in his work by the time his assistant in this crime had shown up to the house only like a ghost would the man answer the door calmly. AS the house briefly smelled like fresh cleaning products and he was still finishing wrapping up some meat for the freezer and to move via a few coolers he'd brought with him and some bags to dispose of the unwanted pieces. If she wasn't who she was it would have been perhaps impossible to guess what may have happened. "Hello, Making sure things are tip top before I... retire?" He'd say almost feeling himself snicker a bit as he gave a curved grin towards the woman.
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Post by Narcissa King on Sept 1, 2020 13:12:29 GMT -4
There was so much power in hearing the words you wrote and watching them tumble over the lips of a man that she had just killed. The puppet strings were not visible as the man who would speak them now was not in her control but still her ally. This was the best feeling in the world and she wondered for a few seconds while her face remained neutral; why she had never done this before? Screw heroism where nothing goes right and every blame falls unto you. It was your job as a villain to make the world or Japan or Tokyo do far worse and look at her doing that job so well... She did internally smile but her own face was that of a poker face. She would just worry about Tomio, look to Chinen from time to time and just watch. This feeling, this moment of euphoria was what she wanted to keep, there was nothing compared to that feeling. She had been so grumpy lately and this was the best she could do. She would look at Dantalion and hold on to Tomio, clean up the mess that was made and usher her so-called friend to call whenever he needed but she needed to call her father, and wonder if he had some advice for her as ambassador. Bullshit, she had not called the man ever since she left the country. She was also sure that her number was blocked and so on, she had swapped phones but that did not change that he was surely not going to pick up if he knew it was her. She wasn't going to call him anyway, she was going to the house where the last murder would happen and she would make sure that John had enough time to fix it and she would just make sure that no one would follow or see her slip to the house and watch her enter.
The smell of fresh lemon and other detergent hit her nose and she waved it away a little, it was that she was probably expecting it that it smelled so obvious and any other idiot wouldn't have known any better. "That's wonderful. Everything else is arranged, the house is already sold and the agency has no idea." Impersonating his personal assistant had been so easy, and no one would be the wiser. "They are leaving for the Philippines and just no one knows they don't, thank you so much my friend." His power was a gift, surely it was a gross job she assumed but damn she was surely convinced it was made with a reason, such as this one. For the greater good if she would allow herself to even think that. "Do you need anything else to be able to get out here?" The woman needed to be disposed of but she had other people for that as well if Dantalion did not want to do that, she had no if he did but she would let him. She would get the enveloppe with quite an amount of yen out of her purse and held it up for him. "I believe we made a deal about money right?"
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Post by John Doe on Sept 7, 2020 13:35:32 GMT -4
His behavior when they were alone was almost robotic, As if he had no emotions and he was some sort of sci fi clone that had taken the officials or ex official now's appearance. His voice seemed to carry that tired emotionless expression to it that could almost drag down the mood and spirit of those he spoke too. His mysterious shroud that masked who he really was gave a dark aura that he was dark and strange as they come. All he'd done horrific as it was seemed to have little to no effect on his speech or body language. It was as natural as any other deed he needed to get done it seemed in how it effected him.
He would seem to sleepily check his phone after a moment before answering her. Still packaging up some of the more cleanly wrapped meat packs. Round steak, and strips for a few recipes he'd been aching to try. Hamburger as well or at least something similar prepared. Once he saw the connection in his phone having made the connection he needed he'd give a simple nod as he checked his payment it seemed given what they were speaking about. "It seems we're all squared, As for their form I'll take on a new one before leaving here and my ingredients." He'd say tapping the side of his cooler with a weak palmed pat. "Don't worry though, I don't intend to use these for their forms. They will fade off as long as all your preparations go well. An no one should find anything in here. I know how to make sure people don't find traces... It's a craft I've had quite a bit of practice at after all." He said with a kind almost vaguely proud sentiment.
The smell of blood was feint in the air but it was lingering. Once the air had cycled lightly it would fade soon as the cleaning materials he'd used would eat away and remove all traces with time. It would take some professional forensics to find anything and the best crimes he handled were ones where people didn't ask questions or know what they were looking for most times given his methods. Unless something slipped up on her end or ahead of them. This was likely as sealed as a removal service could have gone. Highest power of someone he'd taken control of as well as far as political power had gone. He had to admit that type of power was hardly his rush though. He yearned for that more personal connection after all when he connected with a kill to create art.
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Post by Narcissa King on Sept 8, 2020 11:48:50 GMT -4
Every time she would take a bit more money, just tens or twenties, every little bit simply and only so it would be untraceable. She would know how to work her way around, save it everywhere, change and use everything with just the yen from her wallet, in envelopes and so on. Spendable and missing, cheques would only bring problems if she could not explain where she got it from. She walked around the house while listening to Dantalion. She nodded, everything was taken care off, the furniture, the tickets, all was booked to show the bank it was fine. She was getting good at it, but it was the planning that had taken so long. The talks with Sonya to get the ball rolling in what she needed to think about. Every little piece of the puzzle for today had been prior set and taped, and coloured and cut so it fitted perfectly where it was now. Narcissa made sure that she was doing fine, John had seen her face but she was sure it would be okay. "Thank you very much." She was sure he did not want to risk any mistakes either, glad he would shed the skin he was wearing soon. It was strange looking at the person who you knew was dead. It wouldn't be long before this was behind her and she would just pamper Tomio in the kindest way possible before she would be able to make her move and get that job.
Away from Barbados.
That was her goal, she would no longer depend on them or her father's kindness, no she would be wealthy on her own and she would be fine with it. "You can see that. You don't know half how much I appreciate your work, Dantalion." She turned to him and made sure everything was done, she just did not want to look at the smug smile on his face. She would not leave yet, she would make sure everything was clean and good, that the movers or so they would look, would be here tomorrow, everything packed and ready. Most of the normal stuff was already gone and a bonfire at the end of the year might be interesting, she just needed to be careful and be okay with who she could trust to store every single puzzle piece for her. With everything done she said her goodbye, she would be here tomorrow morning or maybe later tonight, depending on how much she felt iffy about the situation, how much her nerves could handle. Her first villainous act... it had been a big one.
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