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Fairy Gaiden

Fairy Gaiden

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This is a private RP between Bootsie and Shanatos.

937 readers have visited Fairy Gaiden since Shanatos created it.

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#, as written by Bootsie
Tonight was nice. Not spectacular. But nice.

Nice was a few cocktails, from an open bar, mingling with her stomach acid. Nice was her mother's mink stole encircling her neck. Nice was the two possible men asking to share her bed tonight. And she was currently chatting with the third.

Enyo was warm. Be it from the abundant bodies surrounding her or her own contentment, she didn't ponder.

Tonight had been a "small" event of wealthy benefactors, for some charity. A friend had invited her, and Enyo jumped at the chance. It was a sparse event in her life to be surrounded with the wealthy. But however sparse aforementioned events were, she always enjoyed them. The one tonight had been better than the last few she attended. Less pretentious folk. More joy. More fanciness draped upon everything.

Her sunny eyes were a bit glazed. Enyo turned back to the man, named Benni, who had held her conversation.

“No, just a humble little tavern owner and barkeep. I don't really fit in with you folk, but I always enjoy your company. Gotta mix up your surroundings every once in a while right?" she mused.

He spoke, with a chuckle entwined in his bass voice, "I'd agree after talking with you. You're quite the interesting woman Enyo Lockrae. I'll be in town on business for the next two days, so I was wondering if I could go back to your tavern with you, maybe try out one of the town brews? I've heard they're quite good. Though they can't be as good as you're company."

Enyo propped a hand on her hip. Her and him both, most definitely had been drinking. She didn't care. He was attractive and by his attitude, definitely wealthier than her last two suitors.

"You're a forward one, huh? Well, why not? Shall we go? The towns brews are best before midnight, as is the barkeep."

The two exited the lights and sounds. Enyo barely noticed as his arm imitated the mink and wound around her. The night sky stole her attention. A royal blue, bordering on black, smoother than silk, and bedizened with little diamonds called stars. It was perfect.

Soon though, about half way to home, her eyes began to droop a bit more. Enyo pushed in closer to her companion and returned his affections. More perfection. She was safe and warm and sated against this man's broad chest.

Then, chaos.

Her eye was able to follow the next events, but not fast enough to prevent them. A man a head taller than her ran from the alleyway that was few strides behind Enyo. With a knife he seemed to have conjured out of thin air, he drew a deep gash in Benni's thigh. Shock came to Benni's eyes first, followed by an expected look of agony. He screamed. He dropped to his knees, clutching the laceration.

"You two just came from that gala, am I right? Hand over your cash or your legs are next woman. I'll make sure I rob every last one of your rich bastards in the name of my gang," commanded the wound's enflictor.

Enyo's placid features contorted into rage. She slowly dropped her mink, her heels, and her clutch. Her opponent seemed to wait for her, amused at the transformation in her presence.

Accessories discarded, she finally spat, "A gang, in this town? God no matter for many of you violent fucking idiots I cut down there's always more of ya."

He laughed, "A little rich bitch challenging my, one of the Gemini gang's highest members. This is going to be too easy."

"Fool. Weren't you ever told not to judge a book by her cover?" Enyo chided back.

With violence boiling in her blood, Enyo was always cocky.

Reality was less confident in her. She was in a huge predicament. She didn't have her goggles, so using energy flare to escape and heal Benni somewhere safe wasn't an option. Benni was bleeding out fast too, an artery had obviously been severed. And with her inebriation, her reflexes would be more sluggish, her control weaker.

Regardless, her strategy came to her in but second, as it always did. It was daring, and stupid, but it was the most efficient way to save and hurt simultaneously. She ripped the hem off her dress until a lengthy strip was torn. She wound it quickly around his thigh to stunt the bleeding and act as a tourniquet. She hoisted Benni to her back with a considerable amount of effort, sweat threatening to flood her pores.

"I'll need to you hang on, can you manage that?" she murmured.

"Y-yeah," he responded weakly.

And she would be. Another handicap had just been added to her already accumulated multitude of them. Now she had a good 150 pounds on her back, hindering her even further. It was the only way she'd be able to protect and heal Benni though. Enyo started letting her energy seep into her passenger. Her transfer and her opponent's first attack happened in the same moment.

His magic, as she had assumed, involved blades. He called out an attack whose words didn't register to her, and an axe jutted from his arm. He was fast. In her burdened state, she couldn't dodge his second swipe of the night. It sank in her forearm, the quickly fabricated defense Enyo had used against it. The wound started to bleed significantly, and throb, but it was shallow. She'd be alright.

If he could summons those blades as fast as he darted around, Enyo couldn't let him get close to her or this fight would be his.

He went to injure her again, laughing. Enyo dodged this time, but lost her balance, skidding to her side. She caught herself on a hand and felt her wrist protest. The pavement had most certainly torn up her palm, but the wrist itself seemed sprained from the force the fall exerted.

She righted herself as quickly as she could, but her opponent had already come in for yet another strike. He caught her in the same place though, forming a cross with the other wound. More blood lost. Not good. Not good.

Just as she made to ready an attack of her own, Enyo felt the energy she grabbed blindly for evade her. It flowed away gently, then away a frantic pull. The energy healing connection had gone through, and her energy was pouring into Benni's cells. It was good and horrible. He was receiving it too well, healing too fast. She'd be drained in scant time. She needed to finish this quickly. Fear of defeat pooled in her gut. She stared at the pavement, chewing her lip.

The criminal went in for another strike at her display of doubt. Enyo saw it quickly enough and was able to grab the blunt end of a new blade protruding from his shin before it grabbed her.
Sweat started dripping heavy on her brow.

In a frantic yell, she seized her energy back from it's drain and shot a thick bolt through the blade to his skin. The metal conducted fabulously, sending Enyo's electricity to his skin instantly. A scream was heard and the blade retracted.

Enyo hadn't meant for her blast to have as much energy as it did. The evidence of such strength was found as her hard breathing became pants. She dropped to her knees. She was dizzy. At the precipice. Though, more obvious, was the destruction her attack had caused. Her enemy's skin had retracted along with his blade. Electric burns had stripped an enormous patch of skin off his calve where the blade had been and beyond. The bone revealed underneath was charred. And his screams were decimating her ears.

He was no longer a threat. He couldn't fight with one leg. He also couldn't fight in the amount of pain he was in. He would pass out in a a bit from its intensity.

Enyo was sure of this.

She hadn't inflicted enough damage to kill him. An unfortunate side effect of energy attacks were the cauterization they offered. But the leg would be lost. It couldn't exist with it's bone in that state she had put it in.

A relieved sigh from Benni drew Enyo's attention back to him. She had forgotten that he must have been spectating her battle. She glanced down to his thigh and released the bandage. A virgin scab had sealed the exterior over. As long as it wasn't disturbed, he would be free of death as well.

"Off, please," Enyo gasped.

Her energy was still healing him. And she felt fainter than she had since her teenage training. Her dismounted, severing the link. Enyo directed him to sit, then fell onto her hands along with her knees, trying to draw in enough breath.

Between gulps of air, she gasped to Benni, "Call.. out... for... help. Keep... calling. I can't...about to... pass out."

He did as he was told and was told. The man had a loud voice, and it attracted four port residents within the next few minutes. Enyo kept breathing. She attained slight stability after a few minutes of the primal action repeating itself over and over. Even without looking at her face, the observers knew Enyo had fought this battle. The injuries she inflicted were unique. The corpses or soon-to-be-corpses left always had charring somewhere on their body.

Doctors were called and two men were off to the town hospital.

Enyo refused treatment for her wound, insisting that she'd be able to heal herself after some sleep. She bandaged her forearm in the same method she had Benni's, tattering her dress further. A nurse escorted her home in a small automobile. When the kindly woman saw that

Enyo was in bed and properly bandaged, she finally left.

Enyo laid awake for only seconds before exhaustion circumscribed her.

A single thought passed through her mind before her consciousness fled.

That she'd annihilate the Gemini gang as soon as she was at full health.

She didn't want to waste more time, more energy, or more effort. She was a lazy woman. And she wanted her problems taken out quickly.

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Jon steepled his fingers and clicked his tongue chidingly.

"Mr. Mallow. I hope you haven't gotten the wrong impression. I'll be needing your interest payment almost immediately. Within a day at the latest. That's the only extension I'm willing to give you before I am forced to... extract... the value of your loan from you."

He looked up and into the shorter, sweatier man's eyes. "In full," he added.

Mr. Mallow gave a stifled whimper and wiped his brow with his handkerchief. "I was actually going to talk to you about that. That... That's why I came here today, to pay in full. I have made certain friends in my business ventures that you so graciously financed."

Jon grinned. He found it utterly disgusting when his clients spoke so politely of him, but he found it highly amusing as well. Gracious? Far from it.

He was also intrigued. What kind of ploy was this? His friends? Most likely some business partners that would wrap an even tighter noose around his neck than Jon had now... though that was no concern of his, as long as he got his money.

"They should be here any second. I told them the appointment time."

Ah. That was why he'd been nervously glancing towards the door this whole time. Jon had thought he was about to make a break for it.

There was a knock on the office door. It then opened, and Jon's shop assistant, a tall, skinny girl by the name of Kendra, peeked in.

"There's a couple of gentleman here to see you. Say it's about that guy's debt." She flashed him a look that meant trouble. It didn't take Jon long to piece together what was going on here. The two men were surly types, not the type to be wealthy business partners. Mallow quickly scurried into a corner.

Jon was slightly puzzled. Did he seriously think these toughs would be able to handle him? He must have blown all his available funds to hire them, but even that wouldn't be enough to get good assassins. These were just street thugs.

One of them grinned and said, "Our friend here gave us all his money to ice you so he wouldn't have to pay back his debt."

"Well, I guess that makes him pretty stupid, doesn't it?" he replied. He quietly reached for the crossbow under his desk. The man who had spoken reached into his coat and drew a long knife. He tensed, about to spring forward, but Jon's loaded crossbow was aimed at his chest in the instant before he could make a move. He paused, but didn't seem too worried.

Not wanting to have to deal with bodies, Jon decided to be diplomatic. "Get the hell out of my office," he said. "Or I'll shoot."

The man only grinned wider. "So you're going to make this--"

Perturbed at the man's nonchalance, Jon fired. The bolt halted in midair, and then fell to the ground.

Jon made a frown. "Oh."

"I'm a magnet mage, you see," the man said. "Of the Gemini guild. Metal can't touch me."

He twiddled his fingers and the knife spun around in midair.

Suddenly there was a sickening crack as Kendra slammed a club into the second man's head. He tumbled to ground. That took the magnet mage by surprise, but he didn't completely lose his composure. Jon reached into his pocket dimension and pulled something out.

"Wood puppet." He grinned back. "Let's see you deal with this."

The man flung his knife, but it stuck harmlessly in the puppets body, which was made up of several logs as limbs strapped to a thicker torso. Not the most aesthetically pleasing or finely crafted magical marionette in the world, but it got the club done. Jon wiggled his fingers and the puppets forearm smashed into the man's face with a sound similar to the one that had accompanied his partner's earlier downfall.

"Amateurs," Jon grumbled. He directed the puppet to throw them outside. He then looked pointedly at Mr. Mallow. "They won't be back. They already have your money, so they don't have much of a reason to come after me again. I hope you really didn't give them everything you had... because I will still be expecting that interest payment tomorrow. And don't think about skipping town. Flashy Ted will tell me if you do." He gestured the man away, and he quickly scrambled out of the shop.

Jon stood up, brushed himself off, donned his hat and coat and started out the door. Kendra looked up from her severely cracked club.

"I don't think the old girl can take too many more thick skulls."

"I'll get you a new one," Jon said. "A metal one. Wrapped in barbed wire. But for now... I think I need a drink."

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Enyo awoke in a calm haze. Fueled by rest, she began healing her arm. After a few minutes of care the angry red slashes matured to scartissue. She gave the regenerated tissue a small tap. It held. She slept again.

12 a.m. Revived by the noise of the lunch rush. Sometimes, she hated having residence above the tavern. Though from the noise, the tavern was obviously running. Always, she loved her employees.

Enyo didn’t want to move. She silently damned her bed’s cozy quilts and comfy pillows. It took her a good two minutes, but she got herself standing. Enyo found that she had been put to bed nude. Violated but thankful to be rid of her decimated gown, she began to dress.

The weather looked decently warm from her window. She only wrapped her bandages around her torso to her ribs and over her shoulders. She decided to wrap the scars on her arm too. They may have been solid, but they were still young. She had learned to excercise caution with wounds she healed herself. More than a few had ripped without a recuperation period. When she to pull on her shorts, she found that her wrist was still sprained. She’d heal it later. Goggles on next, bandaged her feet after. No makeup today, she could stand looking less pretty to save the effort.

Enyo descended the stairs and was met with a humble applause from her patrons and employees. She laughed and raised a hand to silence them. The town they all shared was a small one. News traveled quickly. It was no wonder her employees had let her rest, but she had just figured that piece out now.

She began her sojourn over the oak floorboards, greeting some friends and thanking her workers she found along the way. It seemed her assumption about the weather had been right, the three fans were all running, which meant there was an outside heat to ward off.

She took over the bar from her youngest worker Fae and gave him a short thanks for covering her. Her arrival was met with even more joy from those at her bar. Fae was a hard working kid, but he didn’t have the experience with booze warranted to serve a good drink. He mainly worked as a waiter, but happily filled in for any vacant jobs.

Enyo poured herself some water. It was too early in her day to start drinking. And her throat was dry. She reached under the counter to the small fridge housing garnishes and pulled out an apple. Breakfast was served. Enyo started a retelling of her night for the curious ears while she conjured up four pending drink orders.

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Jon downed the rest of his mug, and slammed it back down. He'd been in the tavern for a little while now, quietly quelling the agitation from his little business with the ruffians.
While listening to his business-neighbor's tale, one of the minor details had caught his attention.

"Wait..." he said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "Did you say that guy mentioned being from the Gemini Guild?"

If that was the case, it meant these guys really were a bunch of rag-tag idiots that had probably gotten too cocky because they had magic. That meant this was only the start of the annoyances.

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Enyo’s attention was drawn away from the vodka she was deshelving by a question from a familiar voice. She turned to see a pawnshop owner that she was indeed quite familiar.

“Hey Jon, rough morning at the office?” she asked sympathetically, “Second one’s on the house.”

She smiled at him and refilled his mug with the brew he usually requested. Enyo propped her elbows on the counter, and her head atop her hands. She was a bit suprised that he had reacted to the small detail in her story. But it was rather significant to her as well, so she expanded.

“And yeah... I thought it was a bit strange. I mean we’re a pretty small town. But the port’s pretty big I guess. Hmmm... Oh wait! Oh crap. They probably want trade control. Ugh this is such a pain. They’re going to be a total pain to take out. I’d love your help,” she rambled.

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"One of my... clients... hired a couple thugs from that gang to off me, so he could avoid paying back some money he owed me." Jon took a deep drink. "Nothing to write home about, but it seems they're some kind of small-time mage guild. And they all seem pretty stupid, too. They're liable to end up doing something irritating."

Jon pushed his mug aside. He began drumming his fingers, with a decidedly agitated and random cadence. He slumped his face into his other hand and scowled. "I preferred it when the criminals in this own were quiet, when the old guilds were still in charge of the underworld. Then they got shut down and now it's all street gangs and random thieves and now these idiots. I, for one, am not curious to see where this new guild is going with their operations."

He straightened up and looked Enyo in the eye. "We gave both those thugs a serious whack on the noggin and dumped them in the alleyway. Wish I would have tied them up in the basement. Could have questioned them. I suppose, though, if we want to beat them down, all we have to do is start talking trash about them. Those kind of people... they won't hesitate to take the bait if someone disrespects their group."

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"At least they probably won't challenge the Council like the old guilds. Like you said, this one's made of idiots,” she chuckled.

She twirled a finger through her hair while she considered his words. Jon was a wiser man than her; he was a person she always listened to quite aptly when her attention permitted.

"Guess your right about that. Guild pride 'n all. I'm afraid we can't start the fire up 'til tomorrow though. Still gotta heal up. That thug kicked my ass,” Enyo grimaced, “Tip for the future, don't try to sleep with rich guys. They just end up being a huge problem when you're trying to save them."

A gaggle of six sailors passed through the tavern doors and headed immediately for the bar. Enyo sighed. This was the worst day to be so busy on. But she didn’t blame her patrons, Monday afternoons were rough for her too. Four drink orders barraged her in the next few moments. Enyo sighed, then smiled.

"And that's my call. Mind if I come over to your shop tonight? We can keep scheming. And I owe you and Kendra a visit."

((Time skip?))

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Jon agreed, and paid off his tab so he could take his leave quickly. There was much preparation to be done.

He spent the rest of the day in the cellar while Kendra handled the shop upstairs, rearranging things so the pawn shop basement could be used as a base of operations in case this turn into something big.

Fortunately, given how many valuable objects were around the place, security was already top-of-the-line.

The final product was a large room with a square table, over which hung a bright, but focused, lamp. A few dimmer lights lit the rest of the room. Mostly, the basement contained supply boxes or random bits of this and that Jon had acquired in his career. Mostly junk he picked up for free, had captured in an adventure, or had won in a card game. Things that might be useful, weapons, tools, and the like, but weren't worth selling upstairs.

He brought down a few of the sturdier chairs and set them up around the table.

It was the perfect place to plan a war.

As the evening neared, he went upstairs and began to brew some tea while he waited for Enyo to arrive.

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Enyo was wiping down the last of the tables around 5:30. The time was unusually early; she wanted to give her employees thanks for relieving her that morning by relieving them for the night. Besides, weekdays didn't warrant drinking late into the night. The few that needed spirits at ungodly hours could look elsewhere.

The shop was fully closed down, the goodbyes said, and the pay dispersed by 6:00. Enyo healed her wrist once she was alone. She had taken it easier on herself today, when adding  her usual laziness, put her completed work at an all time low. 

Eyes drooping a bit from her lost energy, she sojourned to Jon's pawn shop without her nightly drink. She was tired enough without its relaxing effects. She wasn't planning on sleeping over either.

Her walk to the neighboring business was short as usual. She parted the door and was surrounded by  an ever changing familiarity. Golden eyes roamed the shelves for treasures. Ruby ring on display, the same color as her hair. She'd have to inquire on the price, it was one she'd like to take off his hands.

She met Kendra as she continued on. The women held casual banter for a few minutes, then together, went to meet Jon. The pair found him further towards the back with company of his own: a steaming teapot.

"Hey!" Enyo called happily.

She propped herself upright against the counter with a quiet grin perched on her face. Then, the grin was replaced with an inquisitive gaze. Enyo directed a finger at the kettle.

"That have caffeine in it?"

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"It has extra caffeine," Jon said, offering her a freshly poured cup.

"I've been contemplating our plan of attack. I think the first thing we need to do is figure out where their headquarters is. If we can hit them without them knowing what's coming, we might be able to just kill the high-ups, trash their place, and let the authorities clean up the rest. Problem is, if we want it to be a secret, we can't just ask around. What do you think? Any ideas?"

Jon had to admit that this kind of planning wasn't his strong suit. Once he had a target, it would be a simply matter of orchestrating its destruction, but he had no savvy on how to run the streets. He usually relied on other people to figure out that sort of thing and help him out with it.

That's where Enyo came in. She had a much greater degree of social grace that he did. If anyone knew how to get secret information out of discreet contacts, it was her.
Or at least, that's what he was guessing. Maybe it was giving her too much credit. Even though they'd been on friendly terms as business-neighbors for some time now, he still couldn't help but think of her as a fickle gold digger.

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“Ahhh lovely! Thank you. You always plan ahead it seems like.”

She took the delicate cup in delicate hands. She was always cautious of heat. Her eyes lowered with her lips to the brim testing the waters per say. The steamy wafts suggested dark spices tinted with a bit of sweetness. Well, this could replace her evening brandy well enough. They shared the same transparency and hue, though this held an aroma rather than a smell. She took a trusting wig and was pleased. Perfect temperature.

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds like a plan. A good one. Hrm. Weelll with some of my bar connections I could probably scrounge up some info on the underworld. If they don't want to blab though... Oh! That's what these are for!”

She jabbed a crude thumb towards her scant cleavage.

"Well, that and disguises I guess. You’re right that we do want to keep this a secret. Do ya know any beautician mages? If not I suppose a wig and padding and contacts'll do. Once I dig a bit deeper I can start infiltrating the real large hideouts. Hmmm."

Enyo pulled out her concentration face. Brows knit, lips taut, eyes almost crossed. Troubleshooting blindly, flipping lethargically through the mental filing cabinet, is what it conveyed.

She started back up, "I guess I should start with Gem. He's got his foot in a lot of funny business. Gets talkative once he has a few drinks in his system too. The bastard owes me one so I’ll make him keep quiet about it."

She smiled, “So! Now that we have that little detail figured out... What next? We know pretty much nothing about what we're really up against. Then all I guess we can do is...”

Her concentration face plummeted. Time for the pathetic sadness face. She looked like tears could spring up at any moment.

“Ugh noo! If they're strong I should probably train. But Jon I don't want to! I haven't trained since I was like, 20! But I need to! Maybe? Should I?” she pleaded.

Enyo became a child in the matters of work. But her words were true. She hadn’t trained since she had broken contact with her mentor, or lover rather. She wouldn’t expend effort unless it benefitted her directly somehow. Random brawl with criminals took crime out immediately. Bartending brought in revenue to the tavern immediately. Even more trivial things such as repairs and indulgences only came when an immediate reward could be reaped. Nothing was done ahead of time, nothing was done without outward pressures.

Her lover had made her train every day. Pleasing and appeasing him was why she moved her ass back then. She wouldn’t have done it for herself.

The threat of a powerful opponent didn’t stir her motivation much. At all. She knew it would be wise, but wisdom didn’t displace her laziness. If they did turn out strong, she’d have to improvise at the last moment like she did the prior night. Pleasure was the present priority; pain could be procrastinated.

But if Jon said she should… And if he pushed her at all besides the suggestion. She would. She didn’t know if bringing his opinion into question has been an unconscious attempt to motivate herself. The female mind was a funny thing.

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Jon loosed a grumbling sigh. Dealing with Kendra's passive-aggressive bitterness daily was bad enough. Dealing with Enyo's lack of drive was even more of any annoyance. He would be straight with her, taking a seat at the mission planning table, taking a sip from his tea, and looking at her over steepled hands.

"Well, I don't think we have time for any meaningful training this time. However, if you think training is something you need, I'm sure I could help you get some training for any future problems. If you think you need someone to aim a cattle prod at you or anything.

Right now, there's not too much we can do to prepare like that. I don't think it'll be a big deal. These guys are small time. If anything, there boss might be approaching to our level as a mage, and that'll be a non-issue with both of us, especially if the deck is stacked in our favor when we make our move. I think we have all the resources we need, it's just a matter of getting the job done."

Jon sighed. He had to admit, he didn't want to put any more into this than necessary. He was having second thoughts, too. He'd handled those guys easily enough and didn't expect any more trouble... he had been mad before, but now his sense of apathy was overtaking the cooled-off passion, and he wasn't sure it was worth it.

Still... there could, perhaps, be something to get out of this. Something meaningful. But what? Guess he'd have to see. Right now he was committed to doing this. He didn't want to back out and look like a pussy in front of Enyo just because he didn't care.

Life was full of nonsense you had to deal with cuz you had to. This was no different.

"Anyways, disguises? I think that can be arranged." Jon got up and started walking over to one of the rows of boxes. "I might have just the accessories and tools we need for such a thing," he said, starting to rummage.

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Enyo blushed slightly and smiled.

"Yeah, that's kinda what I was getting at. And thanks Jon, you're a good friend. I guess I'm still just a little shaken up from last night. S'got be worrying about a stupid little pain in the ass. I guess I should get in shape though regardless... Maybe as a New Year's resolution."

It was April.

She procurred the seat across from him and took a few imitating sips of her tea. It was good to be here away from the usual commotion her life provided. It was quiet, safe, dim. She finishe doff her cup and let out a small happy sig. Contentment filled her like the brew now filled her gut. A smile playing at her lips, she watched Jon stand.

"Oh goody! Dress up time!"

Enyo's voice was devoid of sarcasm. She genuinely, immaturely wanted a dress up party with her cohorts. She yanked Kendra from her place and made them join Jon in his rummaging. Eyes alight, Enyo quickly located a silver wig in the first open box.

It was real to the eye, but synthetic to the hand. The fibers sported a fair amount of tangles as well. She began to separate them with a comb of fingers. Successful;ly organized, she placed the mass of fibers over her natural hair. They reached to her low back, it was an odd sensation.

"Howzit look?" she laughed.

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Kendra dug through one of the boxes. She pulled something out contemplatively.

"Hey, check these out."

Jon turned to see that she had stuffed a couple fake boobs into her shirt. "These things make them look ginormous! Why do you even have these?"

"For cross-dressing, duh."

"Man, I should start wearing these around all the time. I'd probably get a lot more attention from the men."

"I thought you didn't care about male attention."

"Just because I don't care about it doesn't mean I don't want it," Kendra grinned and cackled.

Meanwhile, Jon had donned a pair of smoked glasses and a wide-brimmed, and ridiculously tall hat.

He held a upward curling handlebar mustache to his face. "So tell me... one?" He swapped it for an incredibly long, drooping mustache. "Or two?"

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“Mm! Gimme!”

Enyo snatched the pair of fallacies defiantly from Kendra’s shirt, eliciting a surprised squeak from the other woman. As a pout formed on Kendra’s lips, Enyo tried to wrestle them under her own tight clothing. The result: lopsided but definitely large breasts. She looked down, then smiled, then laughed.

“Yeah, I’m usin’ these. Sorry Kendra,” she chirped.

The, putting a speculative hand under her chin, she took a moment to decide between the two silly options.

Kendra spoke before her.

“Two, you’ve got to look more somber to match the rest of that depressing ensemble.”

Her and Enyo gave a young titter simultaneously and resumed their rummaging. After a few moments and clothes and things thrown from their containers, Enyo finally found something exciting.

“Okay I’m stealing this. You can explain the fake titties, but I bet you can’t explain this. And I think I have my new persona figured out. Lala, the adorable jailbait who just happens to be a badass with knives or guns or something.”

And, the big reveal. Enyo turned and displayed the outfit held up against her chest. On a hanger, a complete schoolgirl uniform from the town’s high school. The red blazer and hair bow were bad enough, that is until you got to the thigh high socks and mini pleated skirt.

Kendra burst out laughing.

Enyo sang lightly, “Out, Jon. Lala needs to get dressed.”

Her tone told more of formalities than embarrassment.

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Jon gave her a look of faux-unamusement and crossed his arms.

"Out? This is my basement. If you want privacy, you can go stand behind some boxes or something."

He had put on some prosthetic skin pieces and a some padding all around to give himself the appearance of an extremely dour-looking, quite plump, and rather well-off gentleman.

"I will be... Ignatius Vespasian von Bandermiln. The third. High officer of an unspecified shipping company specializing in unspecified commodities."

"What's up with the fat look?" asked Kendra, who was still sorting through what basic pieces of clothing she wanted for her outfit.

"To hide all of these," Jon replied, kicking off the lid of short crate, filled with tiny weapons-- shurikens, knives, some things that could be smoke bombs. "And of course, I'll be carrying this." He held up a very fancy cane for all to see. "It, of course, has a sword inside. You can look through this one and that bigger one over there. I've got all sorts of hideable weapons. He then set about attempting to fit a collapseable crossbow into his tall hat.

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