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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:01 pm
Hah! 'More female' indeed. She wondered idly, how would he react if she'd acted as 'feminine' as the squealing fangirls? ... Probably not favourably. Better to avoid that course of action, then. But anyway. On to business.
She strode up with all her items bundled in hand, responding to his question with a snort as she went by on the way to the other washroom. "Perhaps. You never know when someone will stumble upon what you're doing. Ever played a video game? Random encounters pop up when you don't want them and avoid you like the plague when you're spoiling for a fight. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've some work to do on this... mission."
She slung the curtain-bundle over her shoulder and paused, as another thought crossed her mind, "Unless you've something to add or ask about what I intend to be doing with these things?" She was quite eager to get on with the job, but if she was going to curry some favour, she may as well ask his input. Preferably before she went into the female washroom to dye some of her fur and McGuyver together some 'clothing'.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 11:08 pm
"A... 'video game'?" He asked, curious. He knew he had a relation to one of those. Wasn't it... Terminal Tale? Determative Daydream? No, you idiot, Final Fantasy. Seven, and Advent Children to be exact. Ah, that was it. One one level he was just an Audio, and yet on the other... there was that presence of something darker, more serious. And that side was at his back, his impatient snarl bleeding into his own growl.
Zephiroth stilled himself, ceasing his growl. Bipolar? Schizophrenic? He prayed he wasn't. Back to the present, please. "No," he admitted, flicking his ears back. "When you are hounded by fans, there is little time for leisure." He looked over her critically, and shrugged. "Do what you will. You have your plan, so go ahead and do it."
Besides, he figured, if she didn't look the part... He could always pass her off onto a staff as an Audio slipping into the part of the store she wasn't supposed to be, and make off with Masamune while she served as the distraction.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 12:53 am
"Very well," she drawled, having missed the growl in his response. "I'll get to work, then."
She swung the ladies' room door open casually and got to work inside. Instructions, slathering dye... Soon enough much of her was jet black, though in some places it seemed as though either she missed a spot or a bit of her green fur showed through. Ugh. Small wonder this stuff is temporary, it can't colour my fur worth crap. If it was permanent I'd break some jaws.
She inspected herself in the mirror as she waited for the dye to set. The stench was foul; perhaps she shouldn't bother rinsing it out at all. But no... she was going to leave a mess, not pawprints that pointed straight to her. She was soon rather bored with waiting for the colour to set in, so she started on the other portion of her 'plan'; why she had two bottles of the stuff. By the time she was done, she'd had about enough of the smell and happily rinsed away the residue. The curtain was pinned roughly in place with the paperclips, bent into makeshift seams, and she pulled her dripping now-black hair in front of her face. A look in the mirror told her she'd achieved the desired effect. Excellent. Her appearance had gone from Morgana... to Samara.
She crept from the room with a stumbling posture, dripping water from all over her fur. For kicks, she reached her hands out to Zephiroth in a creepy horror-movie fashion with an equally creepy grin and a raspy voice. "Opinion?"
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 1:04 am
At least that takes care of what I left in the male restroom, Zephiroth decided, wrinkling his nose as the dye's scent began to leak out of the ladies' room. With both places smelling equally bad, most would think that the janitor did a horrible job. Worst-case scenario... the staff may become more alert that two Audio used dye.
Hopefully the blame would be placed on those musicians. He's woken up from catnaps more than once due to their racket. And their hair...! Ah, if only he had one or two of their belongings to scatter in the restrooms. That would keep both himself and Morgana in the clear.
Speaking of... He raised an eyebrow at her appearance, taking a moment to absorb it. It was... unsettling, yes, but... "Halloween isn't until October," he replied, batting away one of her hands. "Unless the clock on the TV you crawled out of was set wrong. You'll do." He didn't dare make a comment in regards to his own "appearance." Compared to her, it was pretty obvious that he... Well, he looked like Sephiroth with a bad dye job.
Hold it. "Morgana, go back into there and look for a hair tie. Unlike you, I... Require more accessories in order to look more like one of those musical delinquents. Considering how many there are, fitting in shouldn't be too hard." As long as no one asks him to sing, that is.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 3:41 pm
The creepy grin was replaced with an amused smirk. "Wish I could crawl out of wells and through TV screens and stare people to death, that would be awesome."At his request, she crossed her arms and game him the I-told-you-so look. "See? A change of clothes would have been more effective. At least no one other than me has taken a close look at you," she retorted. "But if you're so adamant about not changing, I'll go see if I can find you an elastic band or something, I suppose."
... Waitaminute. She first took took at look at the table from which she had taken her paperclips. There were random office supplies lying around there, so a rubber band or something wouldn't be out of the ordinary. Aha. Avoided having to go back in there. She found one among the scattered things and shot it at Zephiroth, following it casually back to where he stood. "Satisfactory, sir?"
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:32 am
"I like this coat, and you have nothing to change out of," Zephiroth replied, "And I'd rather not run around naked. Both you and I would lose our hearing due to the fans, girls and boys alike." Here he made a face and turned away, a visible shudder running through him. It seems someone just dug up a memory they'd rather forget.
FFFF-TWANG!
Zephiroth raised his left hand and caught the rubber-band before it hit him. "This will do nicely." Without much pomp, he bound his hair back into a pony tail and attacked his bangs with his fingers, separating the long smooth bands into disorganized spikes. He shed his gloves next and crammed them into his pockets before shoving his sleeves up as far as they would go. Next... He looked down at himself and smirked. "Wait here," he ordered, disappearing into the men's bathroom.
A moment later, Zephiroth appeared again in a red coat styled very similar to his old, save for it had tighter sleeves and a black inner coat. A satisfied smirk was on his face as he approached Morgana. "Better now, miss paperclips?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 9:30 pm
"Much," came the reply, coupled with an amused chortle. Really, was it that hard to change? Morgana did wonder where he'd gotten that coat so quickly, but really, it made him sufficiently different. No one would recognize either of them at a glance. Perhaps with a closer look they might recognize her wings folded under the mop of scraggly dyed hair, or realize that he looked an awful lot like Zephiroth...
But really, how long would it take to get back there, grab the blade and get themselves out? Speaking of which... "So now that we've sufficiently changed our appearances, what's your plan of action? Sneaking the old-fashioned way? Causing mayhem for a distraction?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:11 am
Zephiroth smirked, looking down at himself before pulling off his gloves and stuffing them into an inner coat pocket. Admittedly, he felt... better. The disapproving cold presence that prompted him to act more and more like the dark SOLDIER he cosplayed as fading away. He stretched and rolled his shoulders back, giving Morgana a wide -- if unsettling -- grin. He hasn't felt this free since he was a pup!
"Tsk tsk," he chided, one hand rised to wiggle his finger at her. "And how would a distraction be pulled off looking like that?" He gestured with his chin at her outfit. "You're now... a cosplay. You need to think and act like your character, else both Audio and furless two-legger would begin to doubt and question." Ah, what a pity his voice remained the same! Pity he couldn't try speaking at a higher or lower tone right now -- Morgana was sure to look at him oddly and probably make a big fuss out of it. "If you want to cause a distraction, be my guest."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:47 pm
She waggled a finger at him herself, her smirk just visible behind the hair she'd pulled over her face. "You forget that I'm a 'cosplay' myself. An obscure abstract version, but I retain my own character. But if you'd rather," she slumped over and reassumed her previous creepy demeanor, "I can stumble about more like the disguise. But Samara doesn't run about causing mayhem, she crawls out of TV sets and stares people to death. Distractions aren't going to be my department."
She paused, considering the options. Well, either Zephiroth would have to cause a distraction and risk being recognized, or they would have to pull a stealth infiltration. Unless she was sufficiently creepy and stumbled into the back room and scared the crap out of anyone inside. But then again, a lot of people had seen the movie and weren't likely to be afraid of her... or would they?
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:50 am
Zephiroth quirked an eyebrow at her. "An obscure, abstract version," he repeated, emphasizing each word with the flick of his tail. "Which in turn means you know enough to be like the character." He nodded in approval at her change, then gestured to the TV that some audio were watching on the other side of the room, absorbed by the flickering bright lights of the music video. "There's one there. Go ahead and practice," he joked, the grin on his face looking quite out of place despite his change in wardrobe.
Zephiroth looked away from her and studied the corridor into the staff area. What was the best way to get in there? He used to have a nice cubbyhole back there where he could just stay and read without being disturbed... then he was kicked out, much to his disgust and the fangirl's delight.
But back to entering. Ventilation? No, I'm not one for sulking around, he decided, studying the hallway a bit more before turning to Morgana. "Are you ready?" He asked humorlessly, "We are going to walk in. No looking at the floor, no looking at the staff, nothing. We will walk quickly, and not stop for anything. Once we're in and we make it to a suitable place where there's little to no staff, we will search after taking care of any staffer that is still around."
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