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25 Years
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"Ishtar"
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Post by Sonya Chernova on Jun 27, 2020 3:40:07 GMT -4
There are several entrances into the ASTA Corporate headquarters, yet all of them were occupied with just a little more security than usual that night. Every guest was brought in through one entrance or another; all of them transported in vehicles designed to disguise their passengers and seem largely unassuming on the main streets of Tokyo. By the end, though, all the vehicles arrived at the same point. A sub-level garage that was one level beneath the main garage that housed most of the cars that the employees of ASTA Corporation used. This level had several high-end vehicles, expensive, fashionable, and extravagant. Yet it was the set of doors at the end that caught the most attention. They were pearl white and gleamed even in the off-grey of the concrete walls around the guests. A swipe of a security pass from their escort allowed the gathered women to enter before they were sent by the VIP elevator all the way to the one hundred and first floor of ASTA Corporate Headquarters. It was here that they were greeted by quite a sight the main landing of the penthouse they entered was a wide-open space with a large couch set into the floor around a table in front of a massive television. The white-carpeted floor stretched out toward the far wall where screens simulated the outside world in such detail one might mistake them for windows. A minibar to the far left was stocked full of drinks against the wall. But it was the figure that stood in front of the door that caught the most attention. Sonya Chernova, AKA Ishtar, a villain of some repute, stood in nothing more than casual pajama shorts, a long tank top, and her hair pulled up into a ponytail. She had her pale semi-glowing hands on her tiny hips and she tilted her head to the right, glowing pink eyes swirling. "Look what we have here!" She called, trying to draw the attention of the youths she called her 'children'. "Guests for the night!" She cried delightedly and clapped her hands together. "Welcome, dearies, to my home. I'm sure you have already figured it out..." She bowed and held her hand to her chest. "I am Ishtar."She looked up and stood, gesturing to the wider room. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable, I've got snacks coming up soon along with some tasty treats in the kitchen. I had the pool readied so if any of you need a swimsuit, let me know," She clapped her hands together, "Anyway, enough lecturing... you're here to finally let your hair down for the first time in forever." She stepped aside and smiled at them. "Let's get this party started~" She crooned. | TAG WORDS NOTES
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13 Years
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Jun 27, 2020 10:15:43 GMT -4
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Byeol-Su Mae was not a stranger to large, luxurious apartments in high-rise buildings. Her current residence was quite large, but even it was only one floor even if the ceilings were very high. She had chauffeurs from time to time but they were hired hosts rather than a person solely designated to drive her around. Finally, the outside wall of their place was entirely made of glass, giving them a lovely view of Tokyo from high above.
All of these facts should have said that she wouldn't be surprised by Ishtar's own abode...if it were that same level of wealth that she was used to. But as it turns out there was a big difference between the money he earned and was allotted to them for comfort, and a woman who had all the money in the world to spare on her own comforts and luxuries. The entire ride up the elevator had Byeol-Su jumping up and down (literally--she made little splat noises every time she fell) with excitement. Everything was so pristine! So shiny! So technological! And they were still climbing higher and higher.
When the door finally opened she leaped out (again, literally, splat) and landed in the wide open space of the main landing. It was even bigger and prettier! Were those windows?? The view was right but she could have sworn it was cloudier tonight than it was clear and starry and picturesque. Maybe she was imagining things. Or maybe they were so high up they were above the clouds??? No wait that wasn't how that worked. Duh.
Byeol-Su was so taken in by the sight of everything in the main room alone that it took Ishtar speaking up to get her to focus on her an--
Oh. Oh my god. Oh my GOD!!
Her hands flew up to her mouth. What. What in the--
"You are as small as I am!" Byeol-Su squeaked between her fingers. That was probably not the best first thing to say to her host--as in house host, not her usual manner of host, which was kind of funny--but she couldn't help it. Ishtar was so tiny! Byeol-Su came up to her jaw! That--what--how could an adult be so little?? A moment of dread seized her at the thought that some people just stayed this short forever, and that maybe that was why she had yet to grow any taller, but it passed as quickly as it came.
He'd told her to at least start out polite, and she'd already blown it. Maybe Ishtar wouldn't mind her giving it a second shot. Lowering her hands she put them at her sides and gave a little bow. Her long loose hair dropped out on either side of her head, almost completely hiding her face. It was like this that it was very, very clear that Byeol-Su's hair was not normal hair, but rather a solid mass of the same "flesh" that made up the rest of her body.
She wasn't dripping at least. The car ride over and elevator up and now, she'd been kept nice and cool by whatever air-cooling machinery Ishtar had. Which was good, because with how the summer was already going, she would have otherwise needed to be brought up the elevator in a bucket.
"Thank you for having me! I am ParaSyte! It is nice to meet you!" Her words came out stiff and a bit shrill, but she was too excited to act the part of a polite little villain. She hadn't been in the mood to play that role at all lately, actually. He usually could get her to behave quite easily, but as of late, his little reminders and tips and directions were starting to feel more like he was nagging her than anything else. She wasn't a little kid anymore, she was going to act how she wanted to, even if it got her a scolding.
(Ahh, teenage rebellion. God have mercy on Iseul.)
She lifted up from the bow and looked at Ishtar's state of dress, then her own. Oh. She was just in her usual red dress. She should change that. With a minimal amount of effort, the appearance of her clothing began to change, going from a solid red, knee-length, day-wear dress into an ankle-length and pale purple nightie. The sleeves shifted in length from her shoulders to her wrists, and at the edges of both the dress and sleeves a pattern of white lacy bits sprung out. White it certainly looked more together than her "skin" and "hair" did, her "clothing" was still entirely made of her "body". She was a single solid mass through and through.
Byeol-Su fiddled with the little pack she'd brought, and behind her, in the hands of whatever driver-chaperone-whatever Ishtar had sent to escort her, there was a decently sized cloth travel "crate", inside which a little Boston Terrier was fast asleep, already exhausted from the travel. Skoll was only a puppy still after all. Byeol-Su, from her pack, withdrew a white square box with a black ribbon tied around it. He'd said it was custom for guests to bring a gift for their host in Japan. One favor deserved another. That was always how it went. "Here! This is for you, Ishtar. I promise its not bad."
Ishtar felt like the woman who had everything. So what did you get that sort of person for a gift? The only things too expensive for her to buy on her own would be even more ridiculously to them. And Byeol-Su was bad at making anything herself--the nature of her hands got all manner of small implements stuck in them, from pencils to scissors to sticks of glue.
So hopefully she'd find their choice--a silver eight-pointed star, meant to be hung in a window and catch the light--would be appreciated for its relation to her villain name rather than seen as cliche. It had been his idea but she was still the one who knew Ishtar, so it was okay, right? And it was pretty.
Byeol-Su got close enough to give her the box, a little unsure where the line was for touching people right now. She liked physical contact, and Ishtar was small enough that she kind of want to hug her. But some people were weird about touching her squishy, cold "flesh", let alone being hugged by it. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2020 10:52:56 GMT -4
 Okay, so a girls' night hangover at the place of one of the richest ladies around. Who wouldn't be excited for that? Well as it turns out, Miyami was not as hyped up about the thing as some others would be. Not because she did not think it would be fun. On the contrary, the girl believed that is was more than plausible that she would have a good time here. No, the problem was two-fold. First, Miyami had never been invited to any form of social gathering. She had no idea how to even dress. What if she overdressed? What if she underdressed? She had never really had many friends, nor ever had the chance to learn about these things. I'm going to probably just embarrass myself, aren't I?And of course, the second and far more severe problem could be summed up in one simple name. San'en. Naturally, Miyami never had any form of control over her quirk. The tall and menacing blind, mute, and deaf skeleton could show up at any time, and there was nothing Miyami could do to stop it from appearing. Of course, once it did come out, it was only a matter of running fast enough to escape San'en's rather limited range before it could grab her and rob her senses and energy. But it was not herself Miyami was concerned about. It was the others. She did not want her own uncontrollable summon causing problems and ruining the fun for everyone else. That was precisely why Miyami initially declined the offer. Of course, she could not exactly reveal in a chat full of villains that she had no control over her quirk. She would be laughed at and ridiculed at best. However, Miyami ultimately proved to be too easily swayed by the thought of ice cream. When the hell was the last time I even got to eat ice cream for myself? Back when mom and dad were... Oh. Wow, that was so fucking long ago!And so, Miyami found herself being driven to this super fancy place. Not knowing how to dress, Miyami settled for a black hoodie (though the hood was down at the moment), with a simple dark blue dress underneath, and sneakers that definitely looked like they had seen better days. She was probably going to be laughed at with how odd she looked, but what could she do? If it wasn't getting bullied throughout her school years or her asshole stepdad driving away any potential to make friends, then it was her unpredictable and uncontrollable summon that would ensure that no one had been able to stick around for Miyami. Wow this place is fancy. That was putting it quite lightly, to say the least. Having been on the poorer side of things even before she became a runaway, Miyami was of course astonished to be allowed to step foot inside such a beautiful-looking place. Most of the time, the girl would only be in fancy houses like this if she were planning on committing a robbery. She certainly felt like she was sticking out like a sore thumb. Anyway, it would be rude to not greet the guest, so Miyami went to do just that. Wait, this is Ishtar? She looked nothing like how Miyami was imagining her. Just goes to show that books should never be judged by their covers. Miyami felt rather nervous, not even being able to look the woman in the eye, or anyone else here for that matter. "Er, hi. Silent Shadow here." She just stared down on the floor as she spoke. "Thanks for letting me come. I uh- I'll try my best not to ruin the mood."And after a small bow (yes, even someone as typically rude as Miyami had her moments of respect), she headed on inside. And unless someone wanted to talk to her, Miyami would just pick a corner of the room to stay in all by herself. Of course, she was willing to give a chance for anyone who actually did want to talk to a nobody like her to approach her without being turned away. Though Miyami had her doubts about being here, she was not exactly opposed to the idea of at least trying to have fun. I just hope San'en doesn't show up. The last thing I need is to fuck everything up like I usually do. ~ WC 736 ~ |
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21 Years
Female
"Army of Bones"
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jun 27, 2020 11:20:15 GMT -4
Why was it so hard to breathe? Every attempt to grab air felt like a battle. Her hand clutched over her shirt as she pulled the fabric. She was losing a grip on reality. She was losing her grip on herself. She was losing a grip on everything. . . Her attire was as expected of her. The same satin black suit with white stripes to match the moonlight. A lifeless gray shirt and an ebony tie. Black gloves hugged her hands and fingertips. A mask of bone over her face, exposing only her jaw, of which was always widened or narrowed depending on the occasion. It was those little inconsistencies that gave her piece of mind. Those moments that made her hard to forget, but hard to remember. Just enough to distort reality. Her reality. Her hair pulled back and tied in a neat bun. A few decorative bones to hold it all in place. Long black horns curved backwards upon her head, comparable to that of a ram of sorts. Kasey had fought the formalities, but even so, could only avoid it for so long. Having being brought by her own vehicles, she had found herself at the checkpoint to be taken by ASTA's own cars. The contrast of her night sky colored cars compared to the pearls of ASTA was that to take note of. Perhaps a sign, a warning, or a symbol of yin and yang. As she would be retrieved, it would be from either of her hands that the creatures would be formed. Two dogs of similar likeness crawling from her finger tips to her sides. The small needles weaving past the small openings in the fabric. The creatures standing larger than the average dog, but smaller than most other beasts. Upon the sight of the landing, one would speak, and the other would finish. "It is unreal. . . As in, none of it is." Setsuna spoke, his own consciousness extended to two creatures who would not stray from each other, or Kasey's side. As she stepped forward, one would advance, while another stepped behind. As she remained still, they would circle her slowly, looking and taking in the sight to see. "A simulation? . . . It is much stranger than home."Kasey would spot the woman, and upon the sight, would lift her hand to shield herself from the vision before her. "I think... I missed the memo." She would say. "If it was a sleepover, I would have brought a change of clothes." Her mind lingered on the sight of her without a mask, the small suspicion confirmed when she could see her for what she was. It was disarming. All Kasey had done to protect herself. All little Sato had done, and it seemed almost no effort by Ishtar to define the line between her personas. Was she mad? Daft? Perhaps foolish? It was hard to say. But there was certainly more than Kasey could grasp at the moment. Her heart would tense up, but... The sight of others put her at ease, especially when both of them were people she had met before. She would find herself a seat, away from the others for now, while she gathered her thoughts. Not that far from Miyami, but far enough that either would have to move to talk above a normal inside voice."I think we're past formalities..." she would muse to herself. "But in case others have forgotten, this is Skeleton King." A point with both fingers as her back rested on the wall. Each hand directing to the two creatures with her. It was going to be interesting. ~ Word Count: 604 ~ |
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Post by Kado Nisshoku on Jun 27, 2020 11:36:09 GMT -4
A night out spent with Lady Ishtar, the currently held Number One villain in Japan, and orchestrator of several high end plots... First impressions were an absolute must, and so Kado elected to pull out a long deep red strapless dress with a leg slit down the left hand side. It was almost reminiscent of that Jennifer Hare character from those old cartoons, minus the sparkles of course.
She paired it off with a set of white opera gloves and even got her hair done for the occasion, deciding to wear it in a long braid that was draped over her left shoulder. In the braid she secreted several flowers, and even wore a corsage on her left wrist. The outfit was finished with a pair of pink heels.
When the car arrived, she was admittedly quite nervous about the whole affair but got in all the same. She tried to keep track of how many turns and stops they made during the trip, but the drivers were clearly professionals and soon enough Kado lost track of where she might even be. The best guess she had was that they were in central Tokyo somewhere...
The underground carpark that she stepped out into definitely gave some hint as to how much influence and power Ishtar wielded, if the extravagant amount of expensive cars was any indication. The pearly white elevator doors was another such notion, particularly with the usual exhaust fumes from cars... Someone wasn't afraid to flaunt their wealth even at the subtlest of levels it seemed.
As she ascended in the elevator, Kado used the reflective glass to make sure that everything was where it was supposed to be and nothing was out of place. This was her first time meeting with Ishtar after all, and she wanted this to go well. The fact that she had even been invited meant that the "number one" villain was aware of her activities at the least as well as her location given the escort.
As the lift reached its destination, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves and stepped through, and it was quite a sight indeed. One hundred and one floors up in the air, all of Tokyo laid bare to their view amidst quite the opulent and yet simple decorated room...
Although its owner who was there to greet them was quite stirring in more ways than one. First of all, Kado knew that face. That was the face of Sonya Chernova, CEO of ASTA Corporation... in pajamas. She was looking at Ishtar, secret identity revealed and everything... in her pajamas.
Kado looked down at her dress then back to the other girls who had arrived as well for this event. "Well... I certainly feel just a little over-dressed." she said with a soft chuckle, before giving a bow to their host for the evening.
"Thurisaz is how the heroes know me, you'll be more familiar with the name of Verdure from the chat though." she said by way of introduction. "I'd introduce you to Thorn as well, but I don't think I'd appreciate the repair bill for summoning him." she said with a chuckle as she went to take a proper look out the window. The view was indeed quite stunning, both of the city and their host. Well it wasn't often that one got to see the cities most respected and sought after CEO in her night wear...
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Post by Cordycep on Jun 27, 2020 12:45:51 GMT -4
GIRL'S NIGHT AYAME AND SUZUME'S BEDROOM IN Sonya’s mansion was by far the nicest room in which they had ever been kept. High ceilings, private bathroom, walk-in closet, king-sized bed, and enough excess space to seem… well, excessive. Although a maid stood just outside their door, the twins had quickly learned that her purpose was not to keep them inside the room (as Thunders’ helpers had) but rather, to tend to them.
The task of getting dressed, however, the twins had taken upon themselves entirely. The pair stood in the sparsely-populated walk-in closet, surveying their options. They had never been to a “girls’ night”, nor heard tell of it prior to the conversation in the villain chat. All they had to work off of was the explanations in chat, and Sonya’s own, verbal explanation that a girls’ night outfit was “cute but comfortable”. What was “cute” anyways? ParaSyte had described her dog as “cute”, but that was about it. The twins had no dog-pelts.
Ultimately, the twins selected a pair of oversized flannel shirts, so large that they went halfway down their thighs. Garbed only in this, and their underwear, the two disembarked…
Only to be wrangled by a frantic maid, who insisted that while in polite company, the girls needed to be in pants too. The maids were wily. Even if Suzume snapped at an unsuspecting hand, their reflexes were fast enough to get out of the way. Begrudgingly, the pair returned to their bedroom, and added a pair of black leggings to each of their ensembles.
As an afterthought, they tucked their knives into the back waistbands of their leggings, which would be invisible beneath the curtain of their shirts. They felt naked without them. The two set-out.
Finally, the maid was appeased, and the pair were allowed to leave their bedroom and follow the sounds of people gathering in the common area downstairs.
The twins silently entered into the living area, heralded by a honeyed scent. The scent always hung about them—too sweet to be a perfume—but in a room as spacious as this, it mostly lingered towards the floor. Only people in their immediate vicinity—or connected by a cordycep—would be susceptible to their telepathy.
First, the twins found Sonya—although she was a head shorter than most of the people in attendance, her starlight-white hair made her easy to find. Suzume reached for the woman’s hand and, should her attempt prove successful, she would lightly tug at Sonya’s hand in greeting, pressing her forehead to the woman’s shoulder. Ayame would nod, considerably more reserved.
It was their way of saying, “Hello, we are here,” without saying anything at all.
Their gazes flitted about the room, periodic wisps of thought drifting across their minds. A dark-haired woman worrying about someone named San’en. A woman in a suit with the most peculiar dogs—the twins wondered, briefly, if these tasted like dogs or, upon surveying the tail, fish. Another overdressed woman, without dogs. And then—
Then, a familiar mind blipped on their radar—a younger voice, entertaining whether or not it was right to be touching people in this context. The twins straightened, heads swiveling, seeking the source of the sound. Finally, they spied the goopy teen, and they quickly left Sonya’s side.
While still a little timid when it came to Sonya and giving her affections (they had only been with her for a week or so, now), their excitement over finding ParaSyte was much more tangible. Suzume and Ayame both grasped for the smaller girl’s hands, craning their open, green faces to glimpse at hers (perhaps closer than was typically polite.) And, if her reaction was anywhere close to warm, the twins would crack mirrored smiles. There was no malice behind the baring of their jagged, shark-like teeth. They were genuinely enthralled to see their friend.
Yes, ParaSyte was their friend—the only person they cared to see. Both girls took the opportunity to wrap their slender arms around their friend’s shoulders, and brush their cheeks against the crown of ParaSyte’s head. This friend was theirs, and they were happy to see her. If she wanted hugs, they were happy to oblige.
Having thoroughly greeted the girl, the two stepped away, no less delighted than when they’d first found her. Ayame was the first to pluck a Cordycep from the crown of her head and offer it to the goopy girl, the minuscule mushroom pinched between index finger and thumb. In their excitement, they’d left their whiteboard and markers upstairs, so any communication would need to be psychic or pantomime. Unfortunate, but the two couldn't bring themselves to care too awfully much, in that moment.
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 27, 2020 12:46:00 GMT -4
Marcie hadn't been in the chat when this little get together had been arranged, but after some checking in it seemed she was very much welcome to attend so long as she agreed to some transport arrangements. Could be a trap, but she had some reassurances in mind should that potentially be the case. People ready to call the police on her behalf and potential alibis set up as to why she was in a room full of criminals, plus with her ability to make disguises on the fly it wasn't like she had much risk to put forth... She probably should try and minimize the risk even then however... She looked over herself in a full body mirror, using a temporary apartment in the building space above one of her cafes, looking over her body more generally admiring her choice of outfit for just a second, before raising a hand up towards her head, swirling her wrist about and generating her golden halo, the radiating circle of odd energy that hovered above her head. Dragging it down the length of her body, Marceline's hair flowed out just a little more wildly and took on a silver hue, fake feline ears peaking out of her hair and her eyes taking on a feline slit in their appearance, contacts implanted directly into her eyes, a briefly... 'eye watering' experience but one she'd learned to power through. She looked over the curvier figure before her before shaking her head. Cat wouldn't do today... with another motion of her halo, this time she took on a slimmer, perky appearance with slightly spikey blonde hair. Definitely had it's charms but... hmmmm... She shook her head and smiles warmly. As she used her halo of change once again she returned to her own appearance, green hair and amber eyes, with her usual lean, trim figure, wearing a Black tracksuit, white shirt, and a backwards fitted cap, it wasn't like it was advertised as a fancy event afterall and she liked to subvert the usual expectations that came from the numbers on her bank account.~ Her hair done up in a loose braid behind her, she stepped out of her cafe apartment and waited in a nearby alley for her transport. When arriving at the scene, it was becoming easier and easier to put the pieces together of who exactly Ishtar was, and as she moved to the VIP elevator she was happy with her decision to come here out of disguise. Everyone attending today was agreeing to mutually assured destruction by giving away their identities, Ishtar herself perhaps putting herself at the most risk of anyone in attendance. Why not show trust in her fellow villains by giving up her own chance to disguise herself? She did want to form some sense of comradery in coming her tonight afterall. When she arrived at the penthouse level, Marcie had to admit... she was impressed~ Stepping out into the spacious room in her lower end clothing she felt a little out of place but with the air to carry it off. But then again, that was her belief regardless of what she wore, and where she wore it too~ Her cool confidence tending to allow her to seem 'fashionable' whatever she did. "My my... I need to upgrade my own penthouse if I'm wanting to compete here...~" She looked back to 'Ishtar' as she gave the introductions, smiling warmly. "Oh we're sticking with the Villain names hm? Call me Mystrem then...~" She looked over Ishtar once again, brow rising. "Oh, and my apologies for not realizing it was a sleepover. Un moment~" With another flick of her wrist, Marcie's halo formed infront of everyone, not caring to hide her 'trick' tonight infront of the other girls. Tendrels of energy sparked from the halo as it flowed down her body, seeming to disintegrate the outfit she was wearing while simultaneously replacing it with just a Loose shirt and panties, resting a hand on her hip and cocking it to the side. "I also have a swimsuit in my repertoire if the mood... calls..." Her words drifted off, if only because she noticed the two women who's also arrived outside of the night's theme. With a smile, she generated her halo again, but reached out, the halo hovering in the air a few feet infront of her. "Can i interest either of you girls in a change of outfit?~ I have quite the collection.~" She looked to Kado, a sly smile forming across her lips as she admired the woman's classy choice of attire, winking at her not so subtly. "Though my all means I won't say no if you wish to continue blessing us all with such an extravegant view, Miss Verdure~" Her smile remained warm, hoping the woman wouldn't mind a casual bit of flirting.~ |
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"The Painter"
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jun 27, 2020 13:01:47 GMT -4
SweetPainter: oh shit....
SweetPainter: thanks for the ride
SweetPainter: but uh
SweetPainter: i prefer to run and shit ya know?
SweetPainter: ill definitely be there but uh
SweetPainter: no cars
SweetPainter has logged out.
From the window in her and Niso's little apartment, she could see the fuckin' limo that Ishtar had sent for her. A part of her wondered how she got their address, but considering how open Niso was and how much money she had, it really wasn't much of a surprise. What was a surprise was the ritzy accomodations she offered, and Luzia couldn't help but berate herself a little for not taking her up on it... but she couldn't; she didn't do cars, not anymore; she never could do cars, and now she knew why....
But, she shook her head, shaking those thoughts away. Now wasn't the time to have thoughts like that. She popped a couple of extra pills to keep those thoughts at bay, got dressed, and kissed her new fiance goodbye before taking a route that specifically avoided contact with the men down below. There was no particular reason she did that, she just kind of felt playful enough to leave them hanging, and if anything, she wanted to feel like she had a talent for doing that sort of thing; she grew up avoiding people like that.
Finding the ASTA corporation was easy; Luzia already made the connection that Ishtar was at least related to the company. She had one of their phones, after all, and things between that chat and the villain chat matched up in funny ways. She knew the city like the back of her hand, and a quick Boogle search told her the address of the newer building just to make sure she wasn't wrong.
Getting in was a problem, though. She kinda wanted to sneak in, see if she could, but security was tight; every single entrance and exit had at least two guards, and climbing the building wasn't an option when it was so smooth. She sat on an adjacent rooftop, staring down at them, trying to find a way in... but eventually, she sighed and gave up. There wasn't much of a point in trying to sneak inn; she was invited after all, trying to sneak in was a game, and it was a game she didn't really feel like playing anymore.
When Luzia finally approached, she was led inside, and confusingly, she was led down to a garage, and she was just as impressed as anyone else; she wasn't the biggest fan of cars, but she could see that there were plenty, and some of them really were pretty for cars. There were a lot, too... were they all Ishtar's, or were they employee cars? Either way, between that and the VIP elevator, Luzia was definitely impressed... everything was so shiny and new, she could see herself in the reflection of the elevator! She double-checked herself in the mirror, fixing a strap on her camisole, making sure everything was right.
She getting more and more excited with every second, soon enough starting to bounce. Her meds were kicking in, making her even more excited, grinning up at the stone-faced bodyguard. "Ya know, you should smile more, it'd be waaaaay more welcoming... though..." She reached over, gently touching one of her arms, winking up at her. "Seeing a pretty face like your's is pretty welcoming already~." She suddenly squealed, breaking her contact and giggling. "Oh, what am I doing?! I'm flirting and I'm getting married~! I'm so sorry, I can't help it, it's a force of habit~!" She giggled more, looking back to the door, grinning more. "Ya know, I really need this. Shit's been going down lately. Like, I straight up just fuckin' found out that my birthday isn't my birthday... ya get why that'd fuck ya up, right?" For a moment, Luzia's smile faded, and she narrowed her eyes, her mood starting to sink.
Before it could go too low, though, the doors opened, and Luzia grinned again, instantly forgetting what she had just said, running out with another squeal. "ISHTAR-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, practically flying out of the doors as she did a spun on her heel, kicking off her shoes so she could be barefoot, grinning widely as she took her purse off and held it out. "For the party~!"
Inside, of course, were things that Luzia couldn't imagine a party without; very, very illegal substances, and some slightly less illegal. It wasn't too hard to get a supply for a whole party, at least, not for her with her contacts, though getting out of that did take a pretty penny out of her savings. Still, it was worth it, when she could be nice for a lovely host like Ishtar!
...Who was... huh...
Luzia tilted her head, blinking. "You know, I expected you to be taller. Like, 178 centimers or something. You seem like the tall, leggy sort of girl... but you're my height instead! That's weird, but cool!" Without warning, Luzia jumped forward, hugging Sonya tightly and practically squeezing the life out of her before letting go, whirling around slowly as she took everything in. "Your place is amazing! Well, what are we waiting for, let's get this party sta-"
Luzia froze, blinking for a moment, when she saw a particular girl, a goopy mess of a girl, her hands slowly lowering to her sides. "You're ParaSyte, huh?" Luzia's voice was calm and cool, or really, unsure of what to say. Here was ParaSyte, the person that expoloded Niso for fun; she honestlly didn't expect to meet her... she was way weirder looking than she had imagined. Without another word, Luzia looked away, blinking softly as she spotted Marcie. "What the heck?! You're here?!"
Before she could go further than that, the corner of her eye caught two familiar, less welcome faces, two green-skinned, mushroom-haired kids, and Luzia suddenly glared, light flowing around her fingers threateningly, flowing from pink to red and a few shades in between.
"YOU!"
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Post by Narcissa King on Jun 27, 2020 13:52:28 GMT -4
She had no plans to come. Her mood had not approved much in the last couple of days, she felt ignored by some of her partners and it was just going slower than she had expected to be led into the new job. But fine, maybe it was exactly what she needed, to calm down, to have something distracting. The strange text of Sonya had surprised her but she had not denied it. She had been okay in the Philipines so she was going to see how this was going. Though she refused to wear a pyjama and just meet up everyone without a mask or something on. She managed to pin her hair that it was shorter and just reached above her shoulders and she would see about the rest. Her mask was white, with a flower pattern over the left side of her face, leaving her mouth open, covered her nose and kept an eye hole open for her right eye, it only covered the right side of her face and the left was kept open. Stil the patterns walked over it, but if it was a party, and knowing Sonya that included food and drinks so she would keep it that she could talk, sip a drink and go on, but keep a little more mystery around her. The flowers represented daffodils.
Her dress, which was nicely picked to not be overly dressed was a little cream coloured dress that reached above her knees and had see-through sleeves and shoulders. She felt like she dressed up more for a Great Gatsby Party than a sleepover, but she had no intention to stay over. Her patience was running thin with some information that she was waiting on and well just Antonio's behaviour but it did not matter for now. She had not accepted the ride from Sonya, she wanted to be able to move in case it was necessary and although dresses were impractical to drive a motorcycle, she had worn a pair of jeans that she had dropped with the helmet in the trunk of the motor and parked it in Sonya's garage. This was the first time she was going to see her house though, she had seen her at many other civilian meetings but than again the government was practically a fan as well. She changed her helmet for the mask and that's when she made her way to the room and entrance of Sonya's apartment, far more luxurious than her own penthouse. She did not really care, hers was fine and now with the flowers on the balcony even better. She brushed her short hair aside, obviously not used to it and looked around at the faces that she did not know and looked with her brown eyes to her friend a little away from her and first just gave an acknowledging nod to Sonya and her eyes wandered around over all the other faces. That was ParaSyte, she should talk to her for Antonio sake but he was an asshole anyway, so maybe not today. She noticed Miyami was here as well and wondered if she should go to her student or see if she could sneak up on her but she wasn't into that either.
The rest she did not recognize, but she remained in a bit of a corner, looking around and not carrying much about not talking to others. She could learn, that was what she liked to do after all and would just see if someone would approach her or if she should go and leave early again. She could hang around a bit.
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Post by Juana Fernández on Jun 27, 2020 16:31:37 GMT -4
Juana was interested in this little meetup. What were the chances that the new Number 1 Most Wanted Villain would organize a get together inviting practically everyone. Juana did not want to miss this opportunity to mingle with the villains. Upon arriving to her destination, it was clear Ishtar was creme de la creme. The spanish villainess entered an elevator and awaited for it to reach the proper floor. After a bit she arrived and saw a whole slew of villains
It was clear everyone didnt know how to really dress for this. That is until Ishtar herself arrived and introduced herself... in her pajamas. Then there was a child of goop who introduced herself as ParaSyte. Noted. The 3rd one to introduce themselves was Silent Shadow, a seemingly young villainess, maybe a bit insecure? The 4th one to speak was Skeleton King... even though she was female. Skeleton King. Not Queen? There is probably a story Juana didnt wanna know. Still, an eerie feeling coming from Skeleton King. Thurisaz was the next to introduce themself. And that name was gonna be hard to pronounce to Juana. She said she had a summon called Thorne, but is unable to summon her created. Very well, noted. There were some mushroom twins, but... Juana didnt pay much attention to them. It looks like they were eithers mutes or entertainment. So the next villain to speak was Mystrem, then came one who either was buddy buddy with Ishtar or was a fangirl. Who though Juana had no idea. The last one also didnt introduce herself.
Juana sighed and crossed her arms, she was still at the entrance of the room they were all in. She didnt quite mingle with anyone yet "Hola. You may know me as Ladrona. But that just means Thief. If we go by Villain names, then my name is Juana the Mad" she said. Her villain name came from a real historic queen. And well, Juana herself can go a bit mad herself. But that was a story for another time. She wanted to see if she can use this gathering to get information regarding the one she tracks. As well as the entire situation in Japan.
She then asked "Is Daffodil here?"
One noticable thing was her accent that was still heavy. It was clear she was not in Japan that long. She then glanced over to Ishtar who was still in her PJs. Well.... if she wants PJs, Juana can compromise. But she wasnt sure if the others were ready for that. It didnt look like anyone was gonna be having a .... pajama party
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Post by Mami Noriko on Jun 28, 2020 13:51:35 GMT -4
It was more of a occasion to see how the allied competition lived and see some of the other goons that wondered about bragging with big talk in the underling chat and all its criminal bravado. Things like this weren't really her thing. Not the type of party or relaxing she was used to and normally enjoyed when it called to letting off steam and letting ones hair down so to speak. She wasn't armed in the sense of outward weaponry but her body was a built weapon in its own right as well. So its not like she was ever truly unarmed. It didn't take her long after coming in to take a more comfortable adjustment into her sleepwear. She was going to be comfortable for sure even at this strange party. It was a interesting thing to break the usual and enough to get her curiosity tingling. Curious what she might see or learn being around so many special interests in such a closed in space. She almost wished it would be some sort of explosion waiting to happen and almost disappointed to see things for the most part seeming to go along normally. Or at least as normally as such a gathering of women could be. ~sleepwear~ She pulled one of her cigar from her normal clothes stashed off to the side as she sauntered over to one of those fine expensive couches in the sitting area the woman with the big bucks had. Flicking her thumb as a built in lighter in her hand ignited a small flame briefly causing embers and ash to ignite at the end of it as she drew in a couple quick deep breaths. Reclining quickly and somewhat silently off in her own corner as she sat relaxed. Her slippers hanging off her feet as she sat relaxed and the eyes on her arms looking around the room at various angles while like normal her cold dark eyes stared off into the distance directly ahead of her at nothing. " Well this is... something." Was all she thought to say to her self as her metallic teeth clipped hard into her cigar slicing lightly into the tobacco wrapping holding it secure into place that allowed her to speak and smoke easily without ever having to remove the cigar from her lips. Her look a bit odd as under her slippers and socks were still her... boots. The prosthetic did make such casual wear look a bit odd on someone like her if one looked too close. She'd quickly rise to fix herself a drink though, A strong thing that even burned the nose from just smelling it and quickly took half of it down with little more the a gulp as it went down as easy as water for her. There was nothing a good smoke and glug of alcohol couldn't aid in after all. She would have tried something harder but didn't want to bring anything like that encase Ishtar proved not for such party favors. |
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Post by Sonya Chernova on Jun 29, 2020 3:48:03 GMT -4
Ishtar stood just in front of the door as the numbers rose; she stood in nothing more than her blue bootie shorts and tank top, her look as casual as it can possibly be. She'd picked it for a reason. It was disarming, for one, but more importantly it showed that this was not intended to be about business or the work of undermining hero society. This was about getting to know the most powerful and deadly women in the city, the women who she would be working with very closely through the future. She'd attained a throne, of sorts, now it was time to use it. The thought left her mind as she felt something small and gentle reach for her hand. She glance down to see Suzume's hand clasp hers and give it a gentle tug, her forhead to her shoulder. Ayame maintained a reverent distance, inclining her head. Ishtar gave them both a smile and even offered Suzume a little stroke on the head. She was about to reach for Ayame when the gentle 'ding' of the elevator ushered in the first of their guests. She placed her hands on her hips and gave her greeting only to be impacted with the sudden tackle of a squealing girl. The girl's body felt off, as if her clothes and flesh were one and the same, fascinating, her body seemed to be nearly fluid but not in a grotesque way. It took Ishtar a heartbeat to catch herself enough to look down and respond to the hug in kind. She gave ParaSyte a squeeze, a delighted smile cracking across her features as the girl stepped back and introduced herself with a stiff and shrill voice. Excited, very excited, that was good. Then came the unexpected pleasure, a small gift from the girl. She took it and held it to her chest once before reaching out and patting ParaSyte on the head; "Thank you so much dearie," She opened up her arms, "It's okay," She invited another hug. The next one to arrive was a dreary looking girl with pallid skin, not pale like Ishtar's own pearly white, but more of an off-grey. Ishtar's lip quirked a little when the girl stopped to take her in. "Not what you expected, hm?" She laughed and tilted her head, trying to catch the girls evasive gaze. She released ParaSyte to greet the twins so she could stride forward and tapped the girl once on the chin to urge her face up, she smiled; "Don't look away. I want to see you," She said simply, her glowing pink eyes swirling again before the elevator opened once more. Bones arrived next and she was accompanied by creatures; a part of her quirk no doubt. Her lip quirked, it was surprising to see the doctor here, the invitation had been extended to all the women of the villain chat but there were a few she had doubted would come. Army of Bones was one of them. She laughed though when she admitted that she had not brought the correct set of clothes. "I'm sure we can figure something out, thank you for coming, Bones," She said, extending a hand and offering a shake since the woman seemed to be adverse to physical contact. Verdure was next, another overdressed for the occasion. Ishtar couldn't help but let out another laugh, "Clearly we needed tonight, some dispelling of preconceptions is in order, I think!"She laughed and turned, glancing at the far wall where a figure was standing, the figure hadn't moved an inch but seemed to just appear out of nowhere. Red hair, yellow eyes, and a smile somewhere between mischief, thoughtfulness, and cruelty. She wore a suit and silently approached without so much of an order. She drew one hand up to her heart and bowed to Ishtar. "I have prepared changes of clothing for all guests in case of emergency. If a solution isn't provided, we have options," She said smoothly, her voice a little on the sensual side. Ishtar nodded, delighted. "Thank you, Atalanta," The supervillain said with a croon. She turned to the others; "This is Atalanta, my Butler, if you need anything, please ask her. She's devilishly clever," She winks; "She might even have it ready before you ask."Mystrem strode in next, she was... gorgeous. Ishtar stopped a moment and had to let out a small breath through her nostrils and a raised eyebrow before she reigned in her usual instincts. She could flirt later. For now she-the girl used her quirk to change, right then and there, she even offered the rest of the girls an attire change. What an incredible quirk! Ishtar chuckled as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. Atalanta handed her a handkercheif and Ishtar gave her a sour look; "I have more self-control than that," She hissed, dabbing the small droplet of silver that glinted in her nose before passing the cloth back, Atalanta gave her a smug look and bowed again, walking to the side of the room to stay out of her mistress' way. The next guest was a theatrically delightful woman who practically threw herself in Ishtar's direction. The excitement in her voice brought Ishtar's smile back. She gushed, so very quickly, Ishtar could barely keep up. She raised her hands a little and gave a nervous laugh; "T-thank you dearie!" She let Luzia move to see who else was here just as Narcissa stepped in. Ishtar greeted her delicately but did not press the issue, she seemed to be looking for a little space at the moment despite coming out. Ishtar respected it. Instead she greeted the next young beauty to step through her door. Juana the Mad or Ladrona. She had a thick accent, which was something that Ishtar appreciated with a bit of a grin, though she held her temper this time. "Welcome, dearie, it's a pleasure to meet you in person," She said, gesturing to the rest. "Mingle while-"Last but not least, Mami Noriko, a chief agent of her dear ally Thunder Shock and prominent drug dealer. The woman was mostly prosthetics at this point and her expression was a bit curious as she stepped through the door. She started to ignite a cigar when Atalanta stepped forward and shook her head, offering a pleasant smile and an ashtray; "My lady would prefer that tobacco use be kept to a minimum in the main landing, there is plenty of places to smoke on the patios," The red-haired butler said, offering a wink and a coy smile before returning to their quiet- "YOU!" Ishtar turned, spotting the source of the disturbance. Luzia had taken one look at the Twins. A glow blossomed around her as she stared the two down, anger on her face. It was time to make a point. There was a small 'click' as something disengaged on Ishtar's person. In an instant the temperature in the room dropped nearly ten degrees. A chill washing through the room like a wave. Glass surfaces, metals, jewelry and clothes were all faintly glossed with a thin layer of frost. A tingling lingered in the air for a few heartbeats while a pale white glow, cold, deadly, all-encompassing, echoed through the room. Ishtar tilted her head, the glow of her pink eyes seeming sinister now even though she hadn't adjusted the light output level. Her smile was calm, but there was murder hiding behind it. "Ladies. Please consider my home neutral territory," She said with a warning tone, "You all are my guests, and are under my protection," She said simply before there was a click and the cold vanished in a sudden rush of temperature. She rubbed her wrist once and then broke into a smile. "So! Who want's a look around? You can leave luggage or what have you with the couch there~" She said delightedly as if she hadn't just reminded each and every one of them that while her intention was to bring camaraderie to the female villains, she wasn't above murdering someone who made a mess of her home. "Atalanta is going to be bringing out the rollers with ice cream in a minute, but I'm just dying to show you all around. You all are actually my first large group of guests!" She admitted, placing her hands together. "So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you all for joining me today. I know it seems strange, but I believe that we can enjoy one another's company in peace and even benefit from friendship as much as other people in our society do," She grinned. "So for tonight, let your hair down, ladies, we're going to party~."Even years after her wife passed and she dropped out of college, Sonya Chernova, the wild sorority girl. | TAG WORDS NOTES
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Post by Narcissa King on Jun 29, 2020 6:10:52 GMT -4
Sonya was one of her best partners, one she could trust at this point so her brown eyes had a focus on her and she knew it was fine. Sonya might piss her off because she was greater than Narcissa and her vanity and arrogance still could not handle it, but she did not see Sonya as a threat immediately, more like a very, very powerful friend. That is what she said last time they spoke about Narcissa's plans and well the results were there, she would tell Sonya another time. But there was a small amusing look on the dark woman's face. Oh dear, even when invited to a party people could not behave. She tried to see if she could catch a glimpse of Miyami again, her student should consider this a job even if she was here, there were too many people around, but for now, Narcissa would just calmly stand in her corner and watch. Kyoko wasn't here, such a shame would be nice to talk to someone she knew really well without feeling the need to educate, such as with Miyami, or to intimidate such as with all the people she did not know. She looked at the enthusiasm of ParaSyte and did not plan to bother the girl with something that was part of her plan. Besides... screw Antonio at this moment and his stupid questions and stupid expectations. She wasn't a delicate daisy, she was a Daffodil for god sake. She tiptoed a little to see who ParaSyte was talking to and noticed two other girls and she just looked at them in wonder, when she heard her name and turned with a slow movement and just an uninterested look on her face to whom called her out. Who really didn't notice the flower patterns on her mask to even ask for the name daffodil. "I am here." She told Juana, as that's how she introduced herself, god another Spaniard. That was the accent she recognized thanks to working together with Antonio and having heard him slip back into Spanish from time to time, it made her easily recognize the language's accent. She would not immediately move towards the girl that called her out, Ladrona, was that the name she had seen in the chat that wanted to talk to her, buy her a drink, well wasn't time efficient for her? She did not have to buy, she just used this. She turned her attention first back to Sonya as she invited to have like a tour through the house and to leave their belongings on the couch. Ha with two thieves here... who would be so stupid. She had not missed anything that happened right before, the calling of you, was to the Painter? Narcissa narrowed her eyes to see what happened, after all, everything was interesting. So this was neutral territory, still, there was no harm in what she would do in a few seconds. She would first see how Sonya would handle it... she made soft scolding sound, under her protection. Yeah right, well she knew Sonya meant well, it was just her own scepticism that did not help with the idea. "A moment." She told Ladrona because well obviously she wanted to talk to her and Narcissa would not want to miss the view of Sonya's house, even though her vanity told her to remain where she was, but she had to do something else. So she held up a hand to the Spaniard, took her phone from the pocket of her dress and quickly with her left hand typed a message to her little student. Terriotry might be neutral but you can learn. Open your eyes and ears little Shadow and tell me all about it later. x. ps. I obviously don't have to tell you but don't try to steal, not yet. She was not entirely sure if there would be another moment but she wasn't in the mood to go and defend Miyami against other people, maybe later tonight if people got more drunk. She put her phone away and looked up at Juana, "Right, as you were?" She tilted her head from looking down to up and away from Juana as if she looked down on the young girl, which wasn't exactly a lie but not exactly the truth either. She would invite Juana to walk with her, but she made it obvious that she would walk in the back. |
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Post by Kado Nisshoku on Jun 29, 2020 8:32:15 GMT -4
Well there was at least one other face here that Kado recognised, although she did raise an eyebrow at the sight of Luzia in basically naught but her lingerie. The bride-to-be must have been enjoying a little night with her betrothed before coming here, she surmised with a smirk and a nod to the pink-haired girl. As for the rest of the gathered guests of their host, she could only guess as to their identities.
The dark-skinned woman in the mask Kado figured must be Daffodil from the chatroom. The patterns on the mask suggested as such, but beyond that it was a guess. The young girl who was already mingling with a pair of twins she figured was ParaSyte, as they were the only child they could think of in their little group.
The twins for their part looked somewhat plant-like, but she couldn't sense any plants on them... Which meant they were more of a fungal type then. Cordyceps perhaps? Although the knowledge that Cordyceps was a pair of twins was definitely something to consider.
She had never heard of this Juana the Mad, not even by their other name of Ladrona. Must be relatively new to the scene perhaps... As for the mechanical looking girl in the bloomers trying to smoke the cigar, the smell of which caused her nose to wrinkle, that was another unknown one to her.
The green-haired woman, Mystrem she'd called herself, her offer of a change of attire through her Quirk was definitely an interesting one. Along with the flirting~ Kado smirked back and was about to reply when Luzia apparently recognised the twins with some sort of grievance between them.
The red-head began to mutter her incantation under her breath, her flowers in her hair slowly starting to lose their petals one by one as she started the process of summoning her Quirk in order to forestall any conflict... When their host decided to handle it herself.
The room suddenly dropped in temperature as well as lighting, with Lady Ishtar herself making it clear in no uncertain terms that any and all grudges that anyone here held against the others were to be set aside whilst under her roof. Kado ceased her summoning, and the flowers returned to their original selves as they hadn't been sacrificed for Thorn's arrival. With that little disaster potentially avoided, the red-head returned her attention to the green-haired woman.
"Well, while the view is certainly a blessed one," she said, flirting back with a nod to Mystrem's own current attire, "I think it only fair that we adhere to our hosts desired dress code..." Kado mused, stepping closer to Mystrem. "If you're willing... feel free to surprise me, I'll admit to a little curiosity as to how your Quirk feels in action." the red-head said, before holding up a finger. "Just nothing too... provocative. We do have children in attendance after all." Kado said, gesturing towards ParaSyte and she guessed the twins. They were a little hard to gauge age-wise... And was maybe Shadow a child as well?
In either case, Kado braced herself for whatever Mystrem was going to set her up in whilst considering just exactly how this night was going to go. Ice cream, pools, and a desire for a party atmosphere... It almost seemed like Miss Sonya wanted to relive or experience some sort of college sorority movie scene. Which given the amount of beautiful women in attendance was seeming more and more likely to become a reality.
She was definitely going to have to watch how much she drank tonight it seemed. Assuming there was any alcohol in attendance. One thing popped into her head though. She leaned in close to try and whisper to Mystrem. "Would you prefer I strip for this, or will you be able to return me later on to this outfit? I'm quite fond of it myself, and don't get to dress up like this that often."
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 29, 2020 9:09:06 GMT -4
Idly glancing across to their gracious host, offering a change of wardrobe to anyone who wanted one, Marcie admired her preparedness for those who had gotten the wrong idea about tonight's gathering, and with a soft clear of her throat turned to offer the same. "Of course as I'm hopefully about to demonstrate I can offer you all the same without you having to leave to get changed. I should be able to generate most forms of attire so... simply tell me what you'd like to wear and I'll have you changed in seconds.~" She snapped her fingers to illustrate the sharp speed she could perform such a task with, glancing about to see if anyone was interested. Her halo still raised her eyes briefly turned back to their host for the night, smirking as she caught her dabbing under her nose with a small handkerchief and offering her just a subtle wink, clearly enough to let the woman know she'd caught what had just happened with her and the way her eyes lingered on Marceline herself... and of course hopefully delivering the impression that she by no means was minding the attention that was placed upon her by their beautiful host, even offering a less than subtle glance down and up her figure, before turning her eyes back to Kado. "Oh seems we have our first volunteer... don't worry, it's not a painful process or anything." She closed her hand, ready to draw the halo down the figure of the woman standing before her, pausing only when she asked if it would be best for her to strip, giggling softly and shaking her head. "Oh don't fret at all dear." She turned to tell everyone in turn. "If anyone wishes for me to use my quirk for them don't worry about your current attire, my halo scans anything it passes over, so simply ask again at the end of the night and I will be able to reform the clothes entirely, down to even a missing thread in it's design.~" She offered her warm smile out to everyone before returning her attention to Kado, her smile getting a slither of deviousness to it as the ring of gold started to flow down over Verdure. Her hair shifted a little, getting a little looser and more free like a sleepover atmosphere might call for, small sparks coming from the ring seeming to shift and alter the fibres in her hair with nothing more than the faintest tickle against her scalp. She hesitated as it passed over her neck, noticing something and... leaving the choker. It was a brief hesitation so not something most people might notice. The halo continued, a slither of a breeze touching the woman's skin where it passed over, her original outfit seeming to either entirely vanish in some places, or meld into the new fabric and colors of the outfit being generated, and as the halo reached the ground... Marcie burst out into giggles, Kado left standing in some.... ' conspicuous attire'. "Sorry dear.~ You were the first volunteer I couldn't resist~ Let me fix that right up for you~" With another motion of her hand the halo rose from the ground to the ceiling this time before dissapearing, the odd attire replaced by something more PJ like this time, Marcie cupping her chin with a hum as she admired her work, stepping over and lightly adjusting the top without much thought. "There we go, perfect for a sleepover I think..." She lowered her voice close to a hushed whisper, a little intimate almost as she offered for just Verdure to hear. "I hope you don't mind but I left the choker... I imagine you might have wanted to keep that hidden....~" She offered, hinting she'd seen a bit of what the choker was coveirng but wasn't about to make the woman feel uncomfortable by revealing that to everyone at the parky, giving her hip a gentle squeeze before easing off and away, twirling on her heel and looking to the rest. "Anyone else?~ I promise no tricks, I can just never resist the first time.~" She looked over the the skull faced woman sitting in her suit, swirling her wrist to generate a halo again above her hand. "Nice to see you again dear... perhaps you'd like some more cozy attire for the night?" She offered with a smirk, amused that several faces she'd seen in her civilian guise were turning out to be such 'heinous' criminals if the media was to be believed. Whether Kasey took the offer or not, another familiar voice would meet here ears, Marceline actually gasping in delight at seeing the beautiful young Luzia rocking up already in her 'party attire', clasping her hands together with a soft clap and offering a sweet smile. "Indeed I am! Congratulations on the engagement by the way. I hope my advice helped with your boy troubles...~" She giggled a little and added. "Well, given the results I can only assume they did...~"Still, Luzia's rage seemed focused elsewhere quickly and Marcie was glad to see miss Ishtar was eager to shut down any arguments and fights at tonights gathering. When she talked of them offering eachother friendship and comradery... Marcie had to say she definitely agreed. She was hardly a murderous type of villain herself and preferred to live peacefully with her crimes and money, but she liked to offer trust between herself and other villains, from the fellow girls to that Eduardo fellow she'd met... Perhaps she should find a chance to talk with Miss Ishtar on a more... 'business level' after tonight. It seemed they may be on a similar wavelength... She could have done without the woman's need to make a deadly threat of the matter and the sudden chill coming over her person, buuuuut they were dealing with deadly criminals here~ "And thank you for your hospitality Miss Ishtar.~" She spoke in turn, walking over and taking the woman's hand, showing an air of class as she bowed over, pecking the back of her hand. "Mystrem, if I may be so bold as to introduce myself again.... and if I may also be so bold, I certainly wouldn't mind a brief tour of your glorious home." Rising back to a stand she rested a hand over her chest with a smirk. "As the owner of a penthouse myself, even I must say I'm quite envious...~"
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