Reckoners RP: What Happened In Buffalo

[Aeternum]

“That’s one question answered, then. Do you have any jobs available for me?” Plastique seems very insistent on this point. Fish doesn’t have a job for her right now. In fact, isn’t she supposed to be off doing something for him? He can’t quite remember after all the other things that have happened today.

“How about you go kill Ignis or do something more useful for me with your pathetic miserable sparking life, instead of just standing here annoying me?” After everything that’s happened today, Fish is about one second from slamming the door in her face. He probably wouldn’t, because Plastique is competent, unlike everyone else. Perhaps now she’ll even kill Ignis for him and knock down one of the other big factions that have been trying to take over his city.

@Lunamor

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How dare you call Fish dimwitted?! 

 

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“It's fine, I wasn't paying attention either. Sorry if I caused you any trouble. You seem new here, be careful who you walk into,” The person doesn’t seem too upset, which Parry is glad of. 

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” Parry ducks his head. “Would you mind pointing me in the direction where the ruling Epic here lives?” That would help him find someone who could hopefully protect him. In the last couple cities he visited, telling other Epics about his power had proved to not be a great idea. The power-hungry Epics in charge that either saw him as a threat or wanted to use him to take down their rivals, but Parry just wanted somewhere safe to stay where he could be protected from groups like the Reckoners. He hopes the Epics here will be nicer.
@Lord Spirit

[Lord Spirit he/him]

48 minutes ago, Aeternum said:

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” Parry ducks his head. “Would you mind pointing me in the direction where the ruling Epic here lives?” That would help him find someone who could hopefully protect him. In the last couple cities he visited, telling other Epics about his power had proved to not be a great idea. The power-hungry Epics in charge that either saw him as a threat or wanted to use him to take down their rivals, but Parry just wanted somewhere safe to stay where he could be protected from groups like the Reckoners. He hopes the Epics here will be nicer.

“Fish rules from the lake. You should stay away. There’s a storm brewing. You shouldn’t get involved. Fish isn’t too kind to those who get in his way.” Philip replies. 
If this guy thinks he can walk up to fish and get a job, he’s in for a surprise. Shakespeare is no longer concerned about this epic being a threat. Now to get back to Sundew. 
“anyways, I have places to be. See you later.”

Edited March 7, 2024 by Lord Spirit

[Lunamor she/her]

25 minutes ago, Aeternum said:

“That’s one question answered, then. Do you have any jobs available for me?” Plastique seems very insistent on this point. Fish doesn’t have a job for her right now. In fact, isn’t she supposed to be off doing something for him? He can’t quite remember after all the other things that have happened today.

“How about you go kill Ignis or do something more useful for me with your pathetic miserable sparking life, instead of just standing here annoying me?” After everything that’s happened today, Fish is about one second from slamming the door in her face. He probably wouldn’t, because Plastique is competent, unlike everyone else. Perhaps now she’ll even kill Ignis for him and knock down one of the other big factions that have been trying to take over his city.
@Lord Spirit

Plastique’s nostrils flared. Fish was angry at her for bothering him, yet had given her no other options! He really was stupid.

“How was I supposed to know tha-“

He’s not worth it, he’s not worth it, he’s not worth it…

It took all she had not to blow up. Plastique took a deep breath. She put on her best fake smile and uncrossed her arms. As much as she despised the man sometimes, he was arguably the most powerful epic in the city. She needed him on her side if she hoped to get anything done. Ideally, that wasn’t going to be the case for much longer.

”I apologize for the outburst. Your secretary was rather rude to me and that’s spoiled my mood today. I will go after Ignis if that is what you wish.”

She’d always hated that woman, with her beady little eyes and constant protests against Plastique’s decisions to enter the office. She still seethed when remembering that pitiful attempt at making her use a sign-in sheet. Maybe Fish would swing some of his frustration with Plastique her way instead.

Edited March 7, 2024 by Lunamor
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[TheFrugalWizard he/him]

1 hour ago, Lord Spirit said:

"reconnaissance time? I'll get started on finding where she is and why she's here." John says. He grabs his rifle and jacket and heads towards the door. "anything else you want me to do?"

"Stop! Where do you think you're going? We have to plan and prepare! If you rush in like some fool, you'll get all of us killed."

[Lord Spirit he/him]

21 minutes ago, TheFrugalWizard said:

"Stop! Where do you think you're going? We have to plan and prepare! If you rush in like some fool, you'll get all of us killed."

“We can’t plan without information. I’ve got everything I need to find her. I know what I’m doing.”

[TheFrugalWizard he/him]

42 minutes ago, Lord Spirit said:

“We can’t plan without information. I’ve got everything I need to find her. I know what I’m doing.”

"Fine. Just don't get yourself killed."

[Lord Spirit he/him]

5 minutes ago, TheFrugalWizard said:

"Fine. Just don't get yourself killed."

“Great” John grins and steps out the door, slipping away into the city. 

[Aeternum]

2 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Plastique’s nostrils flared. Fish was angry at her for bothering him, yet had given her no other options! He really was stupid.

“How was I supposed to know tha-“

He’s not worth it, he’s not worth it, he’s not worth it…

It took all she had not to blow up. Plastique took a deep breath. She put on her best fake smile and uncrossed her arms. As much as she despised the man sometimes, he was arguably the most powerful epic in the city. She needed him on her side if she hoped to get anything done. Ideally, that wasn’t going to be the case for much longer.

”I apologize for the outburst. Your secretary was rather rude to me and that’s spoiled my mood today. I will go after Ignis if that is what you wish.”

She’d always hated that woman, with her beady little eyes and constant protests against Plastique’s decisions to enter the office. She still seethed when remembering that pitiful attempt at making her use a sign-in sheet. Maybe Fish would swing some of his frustration with Plastique her way instead.

“Hm,” is all Fish says. It’s amusing how angry Plastique looked for a moment, until she clearly remembered that Fish is the strongest Epic in this city. It’s good to remind her of that now, before she causes any problems again.

Now on the topic of that secretary. They had been quite inefficient recently. Fish considers for a moment before saying, “I don’t care what you do to the secretary. I’ll get a new one. You’re coming with me to meet with Sundew, for now.”

Fish reasons that any backup is better than none, even if the backup is Plastique.

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“Fish rules from the lake. You should stay away. There’s a storm brewing. You shouldn’t get involved. Fish isn’t too kind to those who get in his way.” The person says. Parry hasn’t heard of Fish before, but they don’t sound that scary by the way the person is talking.

He thanks the person and continues walking. Ruling from the lake? How does that work?

He guesses that he will find out soon enough. A couple turns later, Parry finds himself looking straight out at the lake, and at what appears to be a floating city.

How’d that get there? He wonders to himself. As he gets closer to the shoreline, he notices a couple docks swarming with security guards.

It’ll be hard to get to Fish, Parry determines. I’ll see if anyone else is around here first.

He turns away from the docks and keeps walking deeper into the mainland part of the city.

[Lunamor she/her]

1 minute ago, Aeternum said:

“Hm,” is all Fish says. It’s amusing how angry Plastique looked for a moment, until she clearly remembered that Fish is the strongest Epic in this city. It’s good to remind her of that now, before she causes any problems again.

Now on the topic of that secretary. They had been quite inefficient recently. Fish considers for a moment before saying, “I don’t care what you do to the secretary. I’ll get a new one. You’re coming with me to meet with Sundew, for now.”

Fish reasons that any backup is better than none, even if the backup is Plastique.

Plastique nodded, grinning widely. It was a pity the secretary had already left. She’d have to deal with them later. She would need to decide if she would do it quickly or creatively. Now was not the time for such distractions, however.

She was thrilled to be accompanying Fish on a meetup with Sundew. Sundew was an extremely powerful epic, the only one in the city who could rival Fish in power. Most of what the general public knew about her was from rumors spoken in hushed whispers. Her growth abilities made her a formidable opponent. To put it simply, Sundew was a big deal.

Plastique would finally meet the woman she had heard so much about. The one who knew precisely how to cultivate the perfect public image. A persona that people respected and feared. Maybe she could pick up a thing or two from her.

[Aeoryi she/her]

It wasn't until the plants brought the delivery when Sundew was worried.

It was a package, meant to be delivered to some place in central Buffalo. She had intercepted it luckily, but it didn't do anything to make her less worried.

The Reckoners were back in Buffalo.

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An old man walks through the outskirts of Buffalo. The city, when it was moved to its position in the great lake, included parts that weren't really the city. And although many edges of the floating landmass had been developed into ports, some still remained.

The old man's name was lost to time, but to the citizens of Buffalo, he was known as "Old Tom" due to his age.

He had been around for a while, and was generally publicly respected. People smiled and waved at him when he passed by, and some would ask about his day. He was a secret legend among the townsfolk of Buffalo

While Fish's leadership tended to squash the noisy ones who were respected in the city, but Old Tom was an exception. The water epic never really had a real reason to kill him, and there were reasons to keep him around for later.

But none of Fishes reasons mattered. As soon as he was out of eyesight from the streets of the city, a root started to tunnel in from the ground. Verdant growth blossomed and grasped his ankle. The Old Tom noticed, but by then it was already too late.

A dark figure had already slit the throat of the man, and was steadily advancing towards the edge of the water, out of sight. The vine shriveled and decayed, becoming little less than fertilizer for future plants. It was an assassination assisted by plants. The plant took the body with it, dragging it into the deep soil. The only evidence of the murder that remained was the pools of crimson blood, already drying in the sun and frigid winds. Despite the cryptic clues, the intention was clear: this death was to set an example.

Edited March 8, 2024 by Aeoryi

[Lord Spirit he/him]

Shakespeare was getting worried. Tom was not one to be late. He was one of Shakespeare’s best informants, and it had been an hour. Since he was suppose to arrive at their meeting place. Nothing suspicious, just two old men talking at a restaurant. Something was wrong. He decided to investigate  

It wasn’t long before he found the pool of blood. 

[Aeternum]

2 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Plastique nodded, grinning widely. It was a pity the secretary had already left. She’d have to deal with them later. She would need to decide if she would do it quickly or creatively. Now was not the time for such distractions, however.

She was thrilled to be accompanying Fish on a meetup with Sundew. Sundew was an extremely powerful epic, the only one in the city who could rival Fish in power. Most of what the general public knew about her was from rumors spoken in hushed whispers. Her growth abilities made her a formidable opponent. To put it simply, Sundew was a big deal.

Plastique would finally meet the woman she had heard so much about. The one who knew precisely how to cultivate the perfect public image. A persona that people respected and feared. Maybe she could pick up a thing or two from her.

She’s way too happy to meet with Sundew. Fish will have to be careful, just in case Plastique tries to defect to Sundew. He doubts that Sundew would accept anyone, but he doesn’t need more headaches today. If Plastique and Sundew were to try to attack him together, Fish isn’t sure that he would win.

“Happy?” Fish asks, raising an eyebrow even though it’s impossible for her to see that due to how incorporeal he is. “We leave in three hours. Meet me at Dock 1.”

He turns away and heads back to his desk.

[Lunamor she/her]

1 minute ago, Aeternum said:

She’s way too happy to meet with Sundew. Fish will have to be careful, just in case Plastique tries to defect to Sundew. He doubts that Sundew would accept anyone, but he doesn’t need more headaches today. If Plastique and Sundew were to try to attack him together, Fish isn’t sure that he would win.

“Happy?” Fish asks, raising an eyebrow even though it’s impossible for her to see that due to how incorporeal he is. “We leave in three hours. Meet me at Dock 1.”

He turns away and heads back to his desk.

Plastique stifled her grin, attempting to present a calm, cool, and collected front. Fish had to see her as the competent, professional person that she was.

”Happy.”

She strode out of Fish’s office. As soon as she was out of his sight, she shivered with disgust. She had apologized. She felt gross. There was a dreadfully bad taste in her mouth. It felt like she needed to take a shower.

Plastique focused on her impending meeting with Sundew to distract herself. It was going to be a wonderful opportunity, one she couldn’t afford to waste. She needed to compare the woman herself versus what people knew her as. See what she changed to improve her reputation.

Unfortunately, she didn’t spot the secretary on her way out. Ah, well. She’d visit a few minutes earlier tomorrow. Plastique had more time to plan how she would dispose of the pest, now.

She exited the Aquarium and started off towards her home. After a few blocks, she heard a soft squeaking. She glanced around her. The street was devoid of people. Plastique walked carefully over to the source of the noise. It was coming from a little rat eating some discarded food. As soon as it saw her, it dashed into a nearby hole in the wall.

”Wait!”

Pulling out a small baggy from her purse, she emptied some of its contents onto her hand. She squatted down, holding the granola in front of the hole. After a few moments, a tiny nose emerged, sniffing at the offering. Soon, the head peeked out and began nibbling at the granola. Plastique smiled softly.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

13 hours ago, TwinSouls said:

As Phalanx walks through the city, he notices a fortress of a building made of large black stone bricks. It appears to have survived some kind of fire. I suppose I should get a job. Phalanx thinks. 

He heads over to the building. 

“Oy!” Phalanx shouts, adopting an air befitting of an Epic, “Open Up! I want to talk to whoever owns the building!”

Then he creates a shield, breaking the doors open, and heads inside.

@RoyalBeeMage

"i own the building!" ignis says walking up with trails of fire behind him

[xariori]

17 hours ago, TheFrugalWizard said:

Andrew Vinyl sat in the dark cellar of an old building in Buffalo. He waited patiently, tapping his pencil on the wooden tabletop. Tap tap. Tap tap. He waited for another hour or so before starting to worry. He tapped the pencil, which had made quite a mark on the table by now, a little faster. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. He stood up after sitting there for another ten minutes, waiting. 

His hand was on the door handle when it flew open. Andrew stumbled back, surprised. John stood there, a proud look on his face and - was that a corpse? He threw the corpse - for that was what it was - on the table. An exhausted looking Kira walked in behind him, slumping down in a chair.

"Calamity, John! What on earth is that?"

@Lord Spirit

Kira answered him. "Well, we were on our way back from Diamond's when John here spotted this guy."

"Please tell me he's an epic."

"Yeah. He's a minor illusionist who was robbing a guy when we found him."

Andrew rubbed his temples. "You guys can't do that!"

"Well. We did."

Some time prior...

"I don't get it."

Swordfish looked up as he finished wiping the blood off his right blade. It figured that a minor Epic would have no appreciation for the artistry of the thing. Though he had expected better from an illusionist, minor they may be. Wasn't their whole deal making a show of things?

"We just need to kill them right. We could do it on the street. It's not like anyone would question us."

Swordfish continued to wipe the blade. In these sorts of conversations, it was often best to just wait it out. They eventually ran out of stream.

"Look. You told me that I was picked for a big assignment and that I'd get a good word from you with the big man if I helped you on this. But the way you got this planned, no one's gonna see it, we're not getting any good intel, heck, I don't even know why we're killing the guy."

"I suppose you'd like to express your doubts to Fish then?"

The illusionist blanched, and a shook his head.

"That's what I thought. Tell me what your role in the plan is again?"

"Corner the man, and make a show like I'm robbing him. But really, I'm using my illusionist powers to guide him here, to his dwelling, if you can even call it that," he wrinkled his nose at the grime and filth that covered the small area.

"And then he enters and sees that."

He gestures above Swordfish's head, at the impaled corpses of the woman and two children, strung, still dripping blood.

"And then you kill him with the blades."

Swordfish nods. The illusionist shrugs, gives a nod, and leaves.

Swordfish sits in the dwelling, left alone to his thoughts. Killing the man in the streets was an acceptable tactic. If anything, it was probably the most pragmatic one. But he hadn't gotten to where he was by taking the most pragmatic route. This was an art form, a canvas from which emotions were wrought. On the street, these non-Epics accepted their fates. They just bowed their heads and passed by. If they died, it was just part of their lot. There was no satisfaction in it.

But if instead, a man was given hope, a fleeting moment where he felt elated that he'd survived another day, where he was allowed by his masters to return to his dwelling, to his family - and moreso, if he'd escaped an Epic trying to rob him while doing so -  in this current world, there was no high greater for their pathetic lot.

But say instead, he was to arrive home, and find his family, his loved ones severed in the neck, hung from stakes mounted on the wall. Oh the range of emotion that would provide, a man falling from the highest peak to the lowest valley, from him having the greatest day in his life to the worst. That symphony of expression would play on his mind as it snapped like a twig. That was when they were worth killing.

Swordfish blinked. He must really be getting bored if he was orchestrating this. The early days had been great, back when there were other Epics who challenged him. Who had challenged his abilities.

But the jobs as of late had been so...mundane. Such busywork. Things had calmed down too much, become too stable. Relatively. It was a calm brewing before a storm, he figured. But until the storm broke, he needed to tide himself over.

The door clicked, and Swordfish raised his blades. A man walked in, wiping his brow.

Immediately, he knew. This wasn't right. Where was the fear, the elation? If anything, this was mild relief.

The man looked ahead, eyes widening in shock as he saw his family strung before him, impaled through their throats. He crumbled.

This was all wrong. Swordfish loomed over him. Where had the illusionist Epic gone? What was this subpar outcome.

He asked as much to the non-Epic, but the blubbering mass of organic waste was of no use to anyone anymore. One quick skewer and the creature was put out of its misery. Unsatisfying.

Job completed, he supposed. He stepped out of the entrance of the dwelling. There was nothing there. For a minor epic to vanish from a job like this wasn't unusual. But it never happened with him. Everyone knew he had a direct line to Fish. Everyone knew desertion on a job with him was tantamount to death. Perhaps catching an Epic was on the docket after all. An AWOL illusionist sounded like a decent enough challenge.

He licked his lips, the memory of the last kill fading. He grinned. He supposed things were about to get interesting after all.

Time to go report to Fish.

[Lunamor she/her]

2 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Plastique stifled her grin, attempting to present a calm, cool, and collected front. Fish had to see her as the competent, professional person that she was.

”Happy.”

She strode out of Fish’s office. As soon as she was out of his sight, she shivered with disgust. She had apologized. She felt gross. There was a dreadfully bad taste in her mouth. It felt like she needed to take a shower.

Plastique focused on her impending meeting with Sundew to distract herself. It was going to be a wonderful opportunity, one she couldn’t afford to waste. She needed to compare the woman herself versus what people knew her as. See what she changed to improve her reputation.

Unfortunately, she didn’t spot the secretary on her way out. Ah, well. She’d visit a few minutes earlier tomorrow. Plastique had more time to plan how she would dispose of the pest, now.

She exited the Aquarium and started off towards her home. After a few blocks, she heard a soft squeaking. She glanced around her. The street was devoid of people. Plastique walked carefully over to the source of the noise. It was coming from a little rat eating some discarded food. As soon as it saw her, it dashed into a nearby hole in the wall.

”Wait!”

Pulling out a small baggy from her purse, she emptied some of its contents onto her hand. She squatted down, holding the granola in front of the hole. After a few moments, a tiny nose emerged, sniffing at the offering. Soon, the head peeked out and began nibbling at the granola. Plastique smiled softly.

Plastique heard footsteps and whipped around. A man was walking past and glancing at her. He smiled at the scene. Without hesitation, she reached into her purse, pulled out her pistol, and shot him in the head. He crumpled to the ground, not granted any time to react. 

She could hear the gunshot echoing in the alleyway. Sadly, it scared away the rat. Plastique sighed and reloaded her gun, placing it back into her sequined bag. She hated wasting ammo on insignificant people.

She calmly walked out of the alley and back into the street, kicking the man’s body out of her way. She was careful not to step in the pool of blood forming near his head- her heels were brand new and she didn’t want to stain them so soon. Even with Fish’s generous pay, they had been an expensive purchase for her.

Fortunately, there was only the one witness to her feeding the rat. Plastique didn’t want to cause too much of a scene; it would cause her to look suspicious. She made no effort to move the corpse, leaving it lying in the middle of the street. Someone else would take care of it eventually.

Plastique finished her walk home. Stepping inside the well-furnished abode, she hung her purse on a hook in the wall. She strode into her bathroom and reapplied her makeup. She needed to look her best for the meeting.

Her eyes were becoming overwhelmingly itchy, so she melted them. The blue-tinted contacts fell out with a squelching noise, and she reformed her eyes. She looked in the mirror and studied their natural brown color. Not good enough. She snarled at her reflection, then immediately put the contacts in again.

Edited March 8, 2024 by Lunamor

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

8 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

"i own the building!" ignis says walking up with trails of fire behind him

“No wonder it looks like it was almost burned to the ground!”

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

24 minutes ago, TwinSouls said:

“No wonder it looks like it was almost burned to the ground!”

"and what do you mean by that?" ignis snapped.

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

1 hour ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

"and what do you mean by that?" ignis snapped.

Phalanx gestures around at the walls. “Just look at this building! It looks like a corpse! Also how much do jobs here pay?”

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

12 minutes ago, TwinSouls said:

Phalanx gestures around at the walls. “Just look at this building! It looks like a corpse! Also how much do jobs here pay?”

"double and more than any other faction. in golden cookies."

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

5 minutes ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

"double and more than any other faction. in golden cookies."

“Alright, I’m in. What shall I do?”

[xariori]

Swordfish stopped in front of the desk that sat before the door to Fish’s office. There were still the nondescript wooden chairs laid opposite of the desk. A suitably uncomfortable setting to wait for the boss.

At the desk sat the secretary. Swordfish looked at her. He didn’t keep track of Fish’s servants, there were far too many and most beneath his notice. But this one seemed particularly stressed, shaking and trembling as she attempted to do her work. 

Fish must be in a bad mood. And he knew not to knock on that door when he was in a bad mood. At least, not directly.

He approached the desk and she looked up, and took a breath.

“Fish isn’t seeing any visitors sir. He has important matters to attend to. I could pencil you in for tomorrow.”

One of his arms turned into a blade, and her breathing got quicker, but she shakily shook her head.

“N-no visitors. No exceptions…” 

Her voice was almost a whisper but she said it. Clearly a newer secretary. Either that or something really big was going down, if she was daring to turn him away. 

But Swordfish held his tongue. He wanted to have some fun with this one. And it would also put him out of the direct line of Fish’s fire, just in case.

“Alright. Yeah pencil that in.”

She seemed surprised, blinking, but nodded.

“Of course sir. Have a good day.”

He turned as if to leave, then turned back, “By the way, how’s the family?”

“Excuse me s-sir?” 

“Oh nothing. I figure since I had the time anyways, I’d make a visit.”

He looked back, as her face blanched, “Wh-what was that sir?”

Of course Swordfish didn’t know who she was. He didn’t even know if she had a family. But her reaction was what he’d hoped for. He’d hooked her.

“Oh, just what I said. Have to do something to fill my free time. Though of course if there was something…say a meeting with Fish…then I might forget to pay that visit. I’m a busy person you know.”

She was pale as a ghost, and trembling much more than earlier. Time for the finisher. 

“Well then. See you around.”

He headed down the hall and was about to turn the corner when he heard her call.

“S-sir wait.  I’ll…I’ll check with Mr. Fish and h-he might be able to squeeze you in.” 

He turned and walked back, proceeding to lean against the wall. He gestured his head towards to the door.

The secretary shakily stood up, breathing in and out deeply, trembling as she leant against the desk for support for a few seconds. She gathered herself enough to finally stand up straight, and hesitantly knocked at the door, three soft knocks.

Knock, knock, knock.

Swordfish watched, a hint of a smile on his face, as he waited leaning against the wall. He should really stop playing with his food, he thought.

Edited March 8, 2024 by xariori

[Lunamor she/her]

Plastique glanced at her watch. The Rolex was the most valuable possession she owned. Even before the Calamity, Rolexes fetched a pretty penny. That’s what the guy selling them had said, at least. She’d met him in her earlier days, before she was in Fish’s employ, so she had killed him after that explanation. Pay was short then, but she’d really wanted the watch. She liked listening to the ticking noises both of the hands made.

The watch told her that it was nearing the time of the meeting. She began to slowly get ready to leave for the docks. Plastique was never one to show up early. She was late rather often- it was fun to make people wait for her- but she needed to be punctual today. 

She decided to change her outfit. Rifling through her massive walk-in closet, she picked a gorgeous green silk dress. It was narrow enough that it constricted her movement a bit, but her preferred method of fighting made that unimportant. Its stiff collar framed her face like the exquisite work of art that it was, considering the amount of painting she had to do on it each day. The skirt came down to just above her knees. Every part of it fit her form exactly, no loose fabric anywhere. It had been tailored just for her. In fact, no one else in the city could wear it. Not a zipper, button, or ribbon was present.

Plastique laid the dress out then completely melted herself. A hideous blob of flesh roughly the size of a person now sat on the closet floor. The most apt comparison was the congealed remains of a human who had been flattened by a hydraulic press, then pureed by an industrial-sized blender for good measure.

She chose to leave her all of her current apparel unabsorbed except for her accessories. Slithering out of her former outfit, she blobbed over to the dress. She went inside the garment, squishing herself in order to fit through the narrow section at the waist. Arranging her form so that it filled the dress completely, she managed to stand on two thick tendrils of goo. Plastique unmelted herself and was now wearing the dress. She gained a bit of height as the tendrils elongated and turned into solid legs.

She checked the fit in the mirror. The dress was perfect. It was altered so that no flaws could be seen, no hint of the ugly, crude form it had started as. So was its wearer.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

After staring at her reflection for a moment longer, Plastique put her silver heels back on. They went with almost everything. She grabbed her purse, clopped her way outside, and headed towards the docks.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

8 hours ago, TwinSouls said:

“Alright, I’m in. What shall I do?”

"find out what the other epics are doing in my town. and then schedule a meeting with fish for me. its about time we talked."

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

15 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

"find out what the other epics are doing in my town. and then schedule a meeting with fish for me. its about time we talked."

“With… Fish? I know I can do the other stuff, but scheduling a meeting with Fish may be beyond my abilities.”