Missionmas in July (closed)

[speakveryclearly]

Date & Time: July
Location: two cities
Characters: killer, vampire, wondergirl
Summary: Missions. One peaceful starter for each with room for violence in sequels.
Warnings: Alcohol use for Shiki, asylum topics for Alice.

A crowded, rowdy tavern in period France. The roof kept the rain out, and... that was the main boast the place could make. All around words she didn't understand being spoken - was her translator working or not? In so much noise either way it didn't matter. She was putting more effort into keeping her hologram on. The modifications her appearance needed were pervasive even by Transport standards. Horns, fangs, all her coloring... Kanaya tried not to think about it. This way she would receive better treatment than the Natives provided. Back home.

So she placed a carefully practiced order for the only drink sold here that either of her conditions would allow: A tall glass of water. Kanaya would nurse this slowly throughout the evening as she hung close to Shiki, looking to him for guidance on how to conduct herself here.

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Kanaya walked back into the hotel room with one arm around a paper bag. Around Alice and having ascertained they were alone here, she felt secure leaving the hologram on its default setting of transports-no others-yes. Her period clothes were left intact, something she didn't mind as much in England as in France. There was something nice about matching Alice.

She set the goods down on the counter and looked up to her mission partner. "Well, here I am again. I hope for your sake I don't botch this batch too badly."

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[speakveryclearly]

So he wanted to press the scholastic angle more than their common origin. That made sense, not only in the judgments he had made about its analogy to their real roles, but in their intent to protect a valuable source of human knowledge. She could work with that. Between her role in the Initiative and prior interdimensional adventures, she hadn't been schoolfed for years at this point, leading her to regard education with some degree of nostalgia. Though it was bittersweet in this case as no longer her learning concerned the history and culture of a planet she would never see again.

"You have a good point. I've always been flummoxed by--" ..the plurality of languages on Earth's non-totalitarian, polylithic civilization, but she needed a moment to do better than that. "Languages other than our own. It is quite the opportunity we have here to work on changing that."

This was the most she'd spoken at a stretch since they had entered the country. Allowing Shiki to take the lead made her come off as shy, perhaps even antisocial, to the Frenchmen - but submission had a certain femininity that wasn't entirely unfitting to their minds. All this cultural emphasis on conformity... they wouldn't be here too long. Within a couple short weeks she would throw herself back into the open arms of the Transport freak show, the only place in the universe where she belonged.