Post by Chandre on Dec 22, 2015 17:38:43 GMT
Chandre was making her way down the darkened streets of Naruki city, a place she didn’t often visit. There was moisture in the air, a subtle promise of rain to come, but the lady hollow didn’t hasten her step, the lamp lit walkways echoing with the foot falls of her high heels. She had dressed up this evening, gone as human as she could manage with regards to her visage since she felt the need to mingle socially. She wore a fiery red evening gown that showed off her ample bosom, gold inlayed with rubies and pearls draped around her neck as if trying to draw attention away from her face to her chest area. She spared no effort in her face however, full ruby lips, a touch of rouge to her cheeks, a fine filigree dotted about her eyes which seemed to be permanently frozen in a sultry gaze. Her hair was a vibrant orange blond, curled ever so slightly with a wide brimmed and fancifully adorned hat that shared hue with her dress. The clutch, shoes, gloves and other assorted jewellery ‘tied it all together’ she thought to herself, considering her little make-over to be as much a labour of art as any other piece she created. Truly she seemed a beautiful woman, and she intended for all to see her as well as she had applied the little lotion of hers that allowed humans to view spirits. She wanted men, women and spirits alike to stop and stare as she sashayed by, which most did considering where she was walking.
Chandre had dressed up this evening for an art gallery event, but making her way there from the Karakura University where her lab currently was housed took her through a less reputable area of Naruki city. She wore jewellery that could have gone for thousands if it were real (her entire ensemble was a careful and creative use of her shapeshifting powers) and few enough people in the area would scarcely believe how much the shoes she was copying would actually cost. If she had wanted to avoid such attention, she could have gotten a car, taught one of her minions how to drive the contraptions and made her way more discretely, but Chandre was rarely one for discretion. She enjoyed the gawking, the stares and hushed whispers, and when she took a turn to go through an alleyway, she found another sort of attention she hadn’t been expecting but really should have seen coming.
Gimme the bag lady! Said a man in front of Chandre, a raggedy appearance betrayed his clearly low income. Or he enjoyed a sort of ‘hobo-chique’ fashion sense, she understood there was a movement called ‘hipsters’ that fancied this attire. Eitherway, Chandre wasn’t actually very certain what to do, the man had a knife, so he clearly regarded himself as threatening, though he obviously didn’t realize Chandre could literally eat him whole. However, as was often the case, Chandre hated to break character when she was immersing herself in a role. She let out a girlish scream, grasping the little purse to her chest as she backed away from the mugger.
Monsieur, please, don’t hurt me! She said, perhaps a little overdramatically, but she was really having fun. She could, of course, simply kill him and move on, the gallery was going to open soon, but she didn’t want to draw Shinigami attention (likely the only sort of attention she didn’t enjoy). Right now she was keeping as tight a lid on her rietsu as possible, but changing form, firing bala or any method of dispatching this vagrant available to her (that wouldn’t stain her dress anyway) would be a bit of a red flag to the black robed cretins. She debated her options, all the while looking terrified and backing away slowly.
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Chandre had dressed up this evening for an art gallery event, but making her way there from the Karakura University where her lab currently was housed took her through a less reputable area of Naruki city. She wore jewellery that could have gone for thousands if it were real (her entire ensemble was a careful and creative use of her shapeshifting powers) and few enough people in the area would scarcely believe how much the shoes she was copying would actually cost. If she had wanted to avoid such attention, she could have gotten a car, taught one of her minions how to drive the contraptions and made her way more discretely, but Chandre was rarely one for discretion. She enjoyed the gawking, the stares and hushed whispers, and when she took a turn to go through an alleyway, she found another sort of attention she hadn’t been expecting but really should have seen coming.
Gimme the bag lady! Said a man in front of Chandre, a raggedy appearance betrayed his clearly low income. Or he enjoyed a sort of ‘hobo-chique’ fashion sense, she understood there was a movement called ‘hipsters’ that fancied this attire. Eitherway, Chandre wasn’t actually very certain what to do, the man had a knife, so he clearly regarded himself as threatening, though he obviously didn’t realize Chandre could literally eat him whole. However, as was often the case, Chandre hated to break character when she was immersing herself in a role. She let out a girlish scream, grasping the little purse to her chest as she backed away from the mugger.
Monsieur, please, don’t hurt me! She said, perhaps a little overdramatically, but she was really having fun. She could, of course, simply kill him and move on, the gallery was going to open soon, but she didn’t want to draw Shinigami attention (likely the only sort of attention she didn’t enjoy). Right now she was keeping as tight a lid on her rietsu as possible, but changing form, firing bala or any method of dispatching this vagrant available to her (that wouldn’t stain her dress anyway) would be a bit of a red flag to the black robed cretins. She debated her options, all the while looking terrified and backing away slowly.
{ITEM USED}
Name: Melanocyte Induction Plasma
Tier: II
Range: Self
Material: Biologically Engineered Cell Marker
Description: The Melanocyte Induction Plasma is a multicoloured fluid that seems to ripple and stir itself in its container. It has an oily texture and sheen.
Ability: When sprayed on the user, the Melanocyte Induction Plasma reacts with the users’ body, clothes, and items causing them to become visible to spiritually unaware individuals. One dose is only large enough to encompass the average adult sized person (6 ft max). One additional vial is needed for every six feet of height.
Cooldown/Drawback: The creature that Chandre made to secrete the Melanocyte Induction Plasma can only create two vials a day, and the fluid has a shelf life of only 28 hours, after which it loses its properties. The plasma works for 24 hours after it is applied regardless of when the fluid 'expires' and applying more before the 24 hours is up extends the time-limit by another 24 hours.
Name: Melanocyte Induction Plasma
Tier: II
Range: Self
Material: Biologically Engineered Cell Marker
Description: The Melanocyte Induction Plasma is a multicoloured fluid that seems to ripple and stir itself in its container. It has an oily texture and sheen.
Ability: When sprayed on the user, the Melanocyte Induction Plasma reacts with the users’ body, clothes, and items causing them to become visible to spiritually unaware individuals. One dose is only large enough to encompass the average adult sized person (6 ft max). One additional vial is needed for every six feet of height.
Cooldown/Drawback: The creature that Chandre made to secrete the Melanocyte Induction Plasma can only create two vials a day, and the fluid has a shelf life of only 28 hours, after which it loses its properties. The plasma works for 24 hours after it is applied regardless of when the fluid 'expires' and applying more before the 24 hours is up extends the time-limit by another 24 hours.
