[i]Capital Base, Liberty[/i]

His outfit exemplified ridiculousness on such a grand scale that Mayday had nearly lost his composure to a wave of resignation that threatened to wash his eyes into the back of his skull. The mission, and its importance, were what kept him from expressing his frustration with his clothes, and by extension Erubescian culture. To express dissatisfaction would be an insult to the time and effort Liberty had taken to set up this undertaking. Something Mayday did and would not take for granted.

Ultimately, it had been the mirror that nearly did him in; when he saw the man reflected outward.

Pants, two toned, one side of lavender strippers, the other, a crimson red whose design was heavy, haphazard strokes.

The fabric clung to his legs, floating up slightly right before his ankles, exposing the skin from there down. His shirt was untucked, but designed to be so. His buttons lay open to the stomach, where a lavender waistcoat held its place. Over it all was a sleeveless coat, reaching down to his thighs.

"Look at me." Mayday's voice was filled with disgust.

"Look at me." The second voice, foreign to the first was a sultry tone, brimming with the self satisfied confidence he imagined Erubescians to have. Lastly, he placed a rather obnoxious hat on his head, complete with large rainbow feather. One side of the hat was tacked up, no doubt to add an element of roguishness to the piece.

Mayday, through training, had learned to be outwardly comfortable in such clothing; to swing his hips and blend in with the bloated upper class of the Kings men.

Inwardly?

Nothing could stop the hatred.

Tight lipped, with his nose pointed skyward, Mayday left his room, locking his cold eyes onto each and every person who crossed his path. Even the slightest smile would be subject to strict retribution, brought to you by his icy disgust. Beretta had no doubt gotten dressed in her disguise before him. He had gotten dressed in the training room rather than their shared space, due to the meeting coinciding with the end of his daily regimen. 

He crossed the hallways without snicker or incident. Which left him relatively clear minded for the task ahead.

An unexpected name called by one Agent Beretta  left his eyes wide with shock. The sultry snapped out of his swinging hips instantly. 

Sitting, in front of him, was a Councilor, specifically his councilor, the head of Liberty Espionage. 

Mayday's face flushed immediately, his healthy skin turning a light pink ahead of a very hasty salute. His back was ruler straight, eyes set with purpose. All in all, he looked fairly ridiculous being so rigid in such an elaborate suit. [color=lightskyblue]"Councilor Laxton."[/color] he sounded breathless, just managing to get the words out. [color=lightskyblue]"Agent Mayday, reporting for duty."[/color] 

He stood beside Beretta, failing to acknowledge her, and Kahn immediately. 

As an afterthought.

[color=lightskyblue]"Agent Beretta, Agent Kahn."[/color] Perhaps if the Counselor wasn't sitting there, he would have offered Beretta something a few degrees warmer than his cold professionalism. Either way, he had little doubts that their progress today was going to be sharply scrutinized.