Magical Sailor Fuku

muffinstud wrote:She blinks, frowning to herself as the girl continues. She must not know as much as the maid had. This person must either be oblivious to the situation, or sheltered from it. "I am nothing if not professional." Vasily walks to the girl... trying to hold herself in as intimidating a position as she can. This... used to work, but she feels so different now. "I am not here to be working at this casino. I am part of team sent here to investigate. Something terrible happened here, yes? You must know this is not safe place to be."

The girl raises an eyebrow. "Riiiight... So... did you go on a bender or something last night?" Unfortunately, the woman is... taller than Vasily. And looks more muscled... his new body was just so... tiny... and soft...

"Not the best way to start a new job... Now come on, I need to start showing you the ropes."

Ookalf wrote:Alex pulls out his gun as he replies, "Do I look like I'm here to enjoy myself? Now, tell me what you've done with everyone else!"

The woman doesn't look impressed. In fact, she glances at her nails. "This is your last chance, before you have a bad time. This is the end of the line, dear. The fights over. All thats left is how gracefully you handle the surrender."

She deflates a bit... shoulders sagging at the failed attempt. "You will be showing me no ropes. I already have job." She looks around for any exits there may be besides the one the woman occupies. "I must report this to my team. I must warn them so they do not... fall to my fate." She frowns, looking down to her small, yet very curvy body.

Unfortunately, she doesn't see another exit... the woman is standing in front of the only one... and looking increasingly annoyed. "You most certainly don't have another job... your name is Violet, your ID is registered here, and we really don't have the time for this. I know the boys were all lining up to buy a cute thing like you drinks, but you should show a little restraint next time."

Of course, escape couldn't be that easy. At least he could prove this woman wrong. "You are mistaken. My name is Vasily Golubov. I am special forces agent here to investigate communications blackout." He moves closer to her. Perhaps... he could force his way past her. First, he would need a distraction. "Whatever ID you have is forgery. I can prove it, yes?"

The woman sighs. "I don't know if your making fun of me or REALLY smashed, but fine. I'll play your game." She shuffles around some papers until she finds a clipboard... no doubt as he's about to make his escape... then she lights it up. Showing a.. smiling, petite, curvy brown haired girl in a cute little outfit... smiling into a camera for an electronic ID. It reads: "Violet Darling." And gives a short list of her defining features... along with a thumbprint.

"Here, if this isn't you, the thumbprint scanner will let me know." She offers it with one hand, the other on her hip. "Go on, prove me wrong."

Knight Errant wrote:

Kether wrote:He continues his meditation ignoring pain, ignoring brainwashing keeping a core of defense

His head tingles... the rapid images flashing by. Whatever it was doing, it didn't feel like any kind of brainwashing his techniques had trained him to ward off against. It didnt feel like something trying to crack into his head... instead... its as if it was being... expanded? Whatever it is, it leaves him strangely fatigued.

As for pain... there isnt any. Just very strange sensations from his body. He hears more hisses of gasses... more pinpricks... and fluidic sounds... as if something was being pumped into him? He can feel parts of him expanding and contracting... both on the surface and internally, where he feels organs shifting...

Think of the technique as like partitioning a harddrive, keeping the data sets of his "Self" separate from the new added data he can read the data but he's trying to keep up a wall between it that it maintains its external qualities rather than mixing in seemlessly a separation where the Self can override the new additions to appear brainwashed but be able to take over at anytime that is at least the plan of course how effective it is against this Ai's setup is a different story all together.

SImilarly the changes of the body being something detached, not emotionally connecting just a rational understanding or at least that's the attempt.

Knight Errant wrote:The woman doesn't look impressed. In fact, she glances at her nails. "This is your last chance, before you have a bad time. This is the end of the line, dear. The fights over. All thats left is how gracefully you handle the surrender."

"Why don't you tell me who are first, and I'll consider it. How does that sound?"

Kether wrote:
Think of the technique as like partitioning a harddrive, keeping the data sets of his "Self" separate from the new added data he can read the data but he's trying to keep up a wall between it that it maintains its external qualities rather than mixing in seemlessly a separation where the Self can override the new additions to appear brainwashed but be able to take over at anytime that is at least the plan of course how effective it is against this Ai's setup is a different story all together.

SImilarly the changes of the body being something detached, not emotionally connecting just a rational understanding or at least that's the attempt.

Kether successfully partitions the new data pushing into his head. As for his form, he rationally understands a pair of large weights on his chest... and a pinching tug between his plumping legs. Then there is a swift tugging of silky cloth onto his form... a styling of his strangely long hair... and then... with a final hiss... the cylinder cracks open! The mirror is still hung on the wall of the dressing room... revealing that he looks quite... different.

Ookalf wrote:"Why don't you tell me who are first, and I'll consider it. How does that sound?"

She sighs. "What do I look like, dear? I'm the secretary for the habitation tower of Starlight Casino. I was hired on Terra, shipped out here, and have been working since. My name is Karen Asler."

She keeps her detachement, a simple trick really just giving yourself the emotional responses as if ti was happening to someone else, emotionally at least that's the feel, almost like controlling a videogame character, "She" does a quick examination of which parts are costume and what is real and how "real" it should be all the while not allowing herself to really think this is actuality, focusing instead on the mission now. That done she keeps us her sense of detachment and tries to look through what her "character" has been given as a job.

Knight Errant wrote:She sighs. "What do I look like, dear? I'm the secretary for the habitation tower of Starlight Casino. I was hired on Terra, shipped out here, and have been working since. My name is Karen Asler."

"Yes, OK, sure you are. ...You really think I'm gonna buy that with everything that's going on?"

Charlie lay there for a while, the feeling of the plastic balls shifting beneath him, cheeks a little red. For a moment it almost felt like being back around that woman, so comforted that it was hard to focus on his goal. But she wasn't here now, and he dragged himself through the ball pool, his butt pushing out behind him as he crawled out from it, exposing his panties to a few of those still playing as the ruffly dress swished upwards. He wriggled down the other side of the pool's frame and back onto the floor.




Alice looking pleadingly at him as she pushed the plate into his hands.

"I... I'm not really sure. I just know we have to do our jobs... or things just get worse... ", she says, her eyes glancing down to Clarke's shortened dress in sympathy.

"You can't fight it... but you can stop it from getting worse. Please... help me dry the dishes, and we can put them away together".

Knight Errant wrote:The woman sighs. "I don't know if your making fun of me or REALLY smashed, but fine. I'll play your game." She shuffles around some papers until she finds a clipboard... no doubt as he's about to make his escape... then she lights it up. Showing a.. smiling, petite, curvy brown haired girl in a cute little outfit... smiling into a camera for an electronic ID. It reads: "Violet Darling." And gives a short list of her defining features... along with a thumbprint.

"Here, if this isn't you, the thumbprint scanner will let me know." She offers it with one hand, the other on her hip. "Go on, prove me wrong."

She frowns. This is... comprehensive. Whoever set this up wanted to make this new identity solid. Vasily reaches out and places her hand on the thumbprint... frowning at the fact that this woman unintentionally prevented her from going on the attack.

Kether wrote:She keeps her detachement, a simple trick really just giving yourself the emotional responses as if ti was happening to someone else, emotionally at least that's the feel, almost like controlling a videogame character, "She" does a quick examination of which parts are costume and what is real and how "real" it should be all the while not allowing herself to really think this is actuality, focusing instead on the mission now. That done she keeps us her sense of detachment and tries to look through what her "character" has been given as a job.

She finds the bunny ears are, thankfully, part of the costume... but thats about it. The rest is flesh, blood, and soft fabric. Thinking about her job, a flood of info would be available from the 'partitioned' section of her mind...

Ookalf wrote:"Yes, OK, sure you are. ...You really think I'm gonna buy that with everything that's going on?"

"Your belief isn't required for facts to be facts. Its all there in the database. My hiring, employment history, current job." She shrugs. "That last one is a bit odd, but... theres been a bit of restructuring around here."

Harri-chan wrote:Charlie lay there for a while, the feeling of the plastic balls shifting beneath him, cheeks a little red. For a moment it almost felt like being back around that woman, so comforted that it was hard to focus on his goal. But she wasn't here now, and he dragged himself through the ball pool, his butt pushing out behind him as he crawled out from it, exposing his panties to a few of those still playing as the ruffly dress swished upwards. He wriggled down the other side of the pool's frame and back onto the floor.




Alice looking pleadingly at him as she pushed the plate into his hands.

"I... I'm not really sure. I just know we have to do our jobs... or things just get worse... ", she says, her eyes glancing down to Clarke's shortened dress in sympathy.

"You can't fight it... but you can stop it from getting worse. Please... help me dry the dishes, and we can put them away together".

Charlie wiggles out of the ball pit with a pair of soft clicks. His shiny shoes tapping against the smooth rim of the pit that then gives way to soft carpet. Up ahead is a veritable forest of large stuffed animals... and beyond the arts and crafts table... and exit...

He hears a little snicker behind him... the boy who had slid into the pit after him finding the view of his undies great entertainment. "I see london, I see france, I see girly underpants!" He calls out in a sing-song voice.

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Clarke looks at her suspiciously... but... takes the plate and goes to dry it. He'd find the full story soon enough... then get out of here... and out of this dumb suit.

muffinstud wrote:She frowns. This is... comprehensive. Whoever set this up wanted to make this new identity solid. Vasily reaches out and places her hand on the thumbprint... frowning at the fact that this woman unintentionally prevented her from going on the attack.

There is a warm tingle on her hand as it scans... then a green CONFIRMED! Flashes up on screen... to the smile of the woman. "There, now come along and stop being so difficult... we have work to do." With that she turns... and opens the door Vasily was about to bull rush through... opening it for her...

Beyond is an almost idyllic paradise of tropical plants, rushing waterfalls, clear pools, and soft music. Salon chairs and other such equipment are blended in seamlessly, decked out in a tropical flare. A steamy mist seems to hang in the air... a perfumed spray smelling of flowers and fruit. The lighting is cheery, but not harsh. Candles adding accents to cleverly hidden lighting apparatuses... most hidden in miniature live palm trees.

There was a part that might find the whole situation embarassing but another part of him/her thought about all the potential that was being wasted here. The ability to create the perfect infiltraitor in body and mind on command it would be an increadible boon for the Agency if it were recovered properly. With that she tries looking at what the details of her "job" should be.

Vasily grunts and follow the woman through. She won't be able to convince her of anything like this. It would probably be best to bide her time for a little until a method of escape presents itself. "And what do you want me to do?" She looks around... and is impressed by the presentation and the luxury of it all.