exsiliumlogs | Missionmas in July (closed)

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.

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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"Okay..."

Kanaya relaxed a little with Alice's declaration of support. Of course she would be there if Kanaya got anything wrong, more experienced with this area.

"Then to begin..." She began to open the bags and mix the ingredients.

The night went by leisurely enough, eventually coming to an end as both Alice and Kanaya went to bed and got some much needed sleep for the task that awaited them. Upon the next morning, Alice was up earlier than expected and already waiting for her troll friend.

Once said troll was awake and prepared, Alice turned to her and asked, "I suppose we'd best be on our way. Shall we?"

She was still looking at her lipstick instead of Alice at this point. "Yes, it won't do to show up late, that will do even further damage to our cover..."

And they wanted to be as brief as possible.

"Then let us be on our way." Once they had everything they needed, the two left their room and headed towards their destination. Though she did her best to now show it, Alice was starting to feel particularly anxious. It had gotten to the point where she was constantly reminding herself that it wouldn't be at all like last time. That she had Kanaya with her, and that their stay at this hospital would be a temporary one.

"It's not often that I find myself expecting, and seeking a hasty return back to Exsilium."

"I guess we're lucky to have this sort of opportunity. Not everyone gets a chance like this to individually be of help. We can definitely handle the task at hand." The words were spoken without much confidence, reassuring herself and her friend in equal measure. As they walked, Kanaya nervously pawed at her hair - looking in mirrors to make sure that her reflection falsely showed a more era-appropriate length and the expected absence of horns.

When they entered the hospital, Kanaya managed not to freeze too thoroughly; she moved first to introduce them to the appropriate member of the hospital's staff. "I'm Maryam and this is my coworker Liddell," she said, with more speed and less clarity than her usual meticulous attention to enunciation. Partly she put in a little effort to imitate the voice of bygone Britons. Mostly she had to cut corners to make her emotions mistakable for disinterest or hurriedness rather than discomfort and fear.

She had no doubt that they were appropriately qualified for the task at hand. It was merely... difficult for Alice to not find herself the slightest bit affected by previous memories. "A pleasure to meet you all. My colleague and I are both looking forward to this opportunity. " As pleasantries were exchanged, she took note of her surroundings, looking for similarities with the asylum she had stayed in for all those years.

"Miss Kanaya and I are both expecting to begin as soon as possible."

"As soon as possible" was amenable enough to the staff; the transports were quickly ushered to the area in question, left to their own devices not long after that. Kanaya paced about the room as she listened closely to the sound of their footsteps, with the purpose of surveying the location as well as being plagued by paranoia about whether the staff had gone far enough. Rather later than it was entirely necessary to wait, Kanaya planted her feet and took a deep breath.

"Okay... Okay."

Then out came her chainsaw. With the holographic disguise in place, it looked somewhat more like a saw suited to construction work - nonetheless the teeth were sharp.

Alice readied her own weapon as well, the coming out with the typically oversized Hobby Horse. It was a weapon rather suited for demolition if she had ever come across one. She gripped it tightly with both hands, her eyes scanning the area for the best place to start.

"Now then, I suppose it's just about time for us to begin." The much anticipated moment had finally arrived.

"Shall we?"

Edited 2013-09-14 15:15 (UTC)

It was a good thing they didn't have to do this alone. "Yes."

Doc Scratch had primed Alternian culture for aptitude in architecture, so Kanaya quickly identified an appropriate place for them to begin striking down the wall. There she cut a deep line with her chainsaw, weakening the wood for the upcoming hobby-horse. Keeping her lips sealed shut instead of letting out a battle cry was difficult, and her period-appropriate lipstick smeared with the effort.

It was always an impressive sight, for such a diminutive girl to wield a weapon like the Hobby Horse with such force behind it. One swing was all it took for the wall to come crumbling down. Alice had to admit, the undertaking felt rather cathartic.

There was little doubt the noise would've attracted some unwanted attention. No matter. She was only getting started.

Missionmas in July (closed)

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