[b][u]Los Paraisos: Outside The Grande Diamond[/u][/b] [i]What… what on Ddaear?[/i] His hand gingerly touched his cheek, his hair, as he looked himself at the woman blinking back at himself. Her golden hair was styled elegantly with a rose held between two strands. The woman wore a luscious shade of maroon eyeshadow, and her lips glistened back at him. The woman was… was beautiful. And the woman was [i]him.[/i] He had walked straight into hell. [img]http://i.imgur.com/JSWBWb3.png[/img] “There’s not much we can do about your voices, is there?” Aria pursed her lips as she continued her inspection of the new women. “Marcus and Dylan might be able to fake it with some effort, maybe even Lucien but… Looks like you’re gonna have to keep to try to keep your mouth shut when possible, Chirps. Maybe fake a sore throat?” "I can't believe it...we're beautiful,” Lucien gasped at his own image, before grinning. “Except Thunderjerk, but no offense." “Who the fuck are you calling 'not beautiful'?” Thunderhawk turned his head to the summoner, scowling, the elegant feminine features of the new woman revealing their hidden truths. The women sighed and shook their heads as Lucien laughed, with Thunderhawk turning his ire in Aria's direction next. “And who are you saying doesn’t have nice legs?!” An unfamiliar laugh rang out behind the ranger, as a beautiful woman walked past, with unbelievably refinement and grace. Her hand reached out, stroking Thunderhawk’s cheek and shoulders, before batting a smile and a wink to him. “Relax, Thunderhawk. Let us focus on the mission, shall we?” [img]http://i.imgur.com/xQfN4de.png[/img] Everyone was rendered speechless. It was only with much blinking and eye rubbing that everyone remembered the woman was Marcus. He moved in a manner completely different to his usual own- instead it mimicked Selan’s own nuanced movements perfectly. And his voice was unrecognisable, having shifted several octaves and pitches to instead become a new, feminine voice. A feminine voice and body that was, in all admittance… extremely attractive. All of Don’s bros suddenly turned a new shade of red. “Tsh, whatever.” Thunderhawk scoffed, lifting his head up. “Not beautiful my ass…” He spat quietly. After Aria’s lesson in the art of moving and talking like a [i]real[/i] woman, the topic soon shifted to seduction, with the spotlight falling on the demure Xandra to teach it. Lucien instead was all too willing to become the teacher and give a lesson to the two women instead, before a titter from Marcus interrupted them. “Now, now. I think that could be important. Afterall, it can be a woman’s strength and a man’s weakness,” He smiled. “I think it would be helpful to learn a few tips. Selan?” “Hey, there’s only one thing you really need to know,” Moira laughed. “If in doubt, get your tits out. Oh… wait.” As the conversations continued, with Selan doing her best to teach Marcus, Dylan and Lucien just what the art of seduction meant, Thunderhawk strode forwards as well as he could in the heels he was wearing towards the crimson clad statue who even now continued to stare at the building with unwavering solidarity – his arms folded across his chest, his posture rigid and straight. Focused only on one thing. Out of earshot of the others, of the school lessons and of Moira and Syed’s conversations and Amy’s lecture of Trixie, Thunderhawk held a brief, one to one with Los Paraisos’ new ‘guardian’. [img]http://i.imgur.com/CpfbCG4.png[/img] “Hey… you heard everything I said earlier, right?” Thunderhawk looked the man down, his expression having changed again from a pure, beautiful maiden to that of his traditional cranky visage. “You know how serious this whole thing is, right? And how careful we need to be?” “I know,” Crimson Justice replied, his head not turning to even look at him. “Pi-Thunderbr- [i]Thunderhawk[/i],” He started. “They’ve got my- Don’s sister. And Estelle. This is-” “Bad, yes, I know. Which is why we need to do this right.” Thunderhawk patted the taller man’s shoulder. “Trust me. I’ll get them out. I just need you to keep calm and stay back.” Crimson Justice’s fists clenched tight, before relaxing. “…alright.” Thunderhawk’s eyes remained on the superhero for a second, scrutinising him, before smiling and turning to head back to his ‘girlfriends’. “Well then. Shall we?” He tried his best to speak as daintly as possible. “Yeah, you’re definitely keeping quiet.” Aria laughed, the group following behind Selan to the Grande Diamond’s front entrance. “Hey, Thunderjerk, what should we call you?” Lucien asked. “I’m Lucy, this is Diane and this is Marcy… what about you?” [i]“Shut up.”[/i] Everyone else remaining behind; Syed, Moira, Amy, Trixie, Lisette, Crimson Justice and the twenty bros of the Capuello family (minus Freddie), watched from a safe distance the group of seven walk towards the lavish mansion ahead. Not a one said a word, until finally Moira uttered aloud the words every one of them were thinking. “They’re gonna fuck it up.” --- [b][u]The Grande Diamond: Front Entrance[/u][/b] “Huh?” The black suited, sunglasses wearing man said, as before he and his partner appeared a group of remarkably beautiful women in stunning dresses sauntering before them. He gave his partner a quick glance, to an affirmative nod, before he stepped forwards with his hand out, his partner stepping to the side to cover the door completely. “Excuse me, ladies. This building is offlimits to tourists. We’ll have to ask you to leave.” “Tourists?” Selan replied, with a smile honed from years of practice. “We’re not tourists. We’ve heard about how the Grande Diamond is hiring, and we’re here to apply.” The guard’s face frowned, as he turned and looked at each of the seven women one by one. He couldn’t deny that each of them were stunningly beautiful and exotic, but… security was security. As was protocol. “Have you made an appointment?” The guard asked. “No, we haven’t,” Aria piped up, in her own sultry fashion. “Would that be a problem? Seeing as we’re already here, and dressed and ready, it’d be a shame if we had to come back later…” The guard looked over his shoulder to his partner again, who had his fingers pressed to his ears, quietly conversing over a communicator. After a brief pause, he looked back up to the other, nodding his head and removing his fingers from his ear, taking a step away from the door. “You’re in luck,” The guard smiled. “Lady Vasco has said she’ll interview you on behalf of his grace, Lord Dumont. Follow me, I’ll take you to the interview room.” A quick glance amongst one another prompted more smiles, as the guards opened the doors for the Guilders to enter, before being led down a hallway by the questioning guard, to another set of doors at the far end lined by another pair of guards. As the walked, a small mechanical device set at the top of the wall in the center of the hallway followed their movements. “That was easy!” Lucien giggled. “Just shut up and smile,” Thunderhawk quietly shot a brief scowl, before flashing a beautifully serene smile that was usually foreign to him. Marcus’ eyes followed the device trailing them- a small, boxish machine with a spherical end at its lens. The technology was new and uncommon, but he knew precisely what it was – a security camera – a machine with a camera able to monitor whatever it was focused on and transmit the picture to another location and broadcast it on a video monitor. A device that made it simple to and easier then ever to monitor any types of problems and threats that might occur. And a device, alongside doubtless many others, that would make their jobs harder then ever. Such security cameras were uncommon throughout the common populace. This definitely confirmed what they heard earlier about the building being owned by a noble. Only they would have the money to afford such a setup. Marcus could only wonder if his friends even knew of this technology’s existence… and if not, they could be in for trouble far sooner then they could expect. Would the Silver Streak need to appear again so soon? And in public? To save Estelle, he would do anything. Dress up and masquerade as a woman. Or to even replay the [i]him[/i] that appeared at Vandrell… [b]“Welcome, ladies, to The Grande Diamond!”[/b] The guards at the end pushed the double doors open, and their leading guard extended his hands and head up to showcase the gigantic interior within. An interior that rendered them all speechless. Stunningly adorned with gold and a myriad of marble statues, the lobby floor was large and circular in layout. The ceiling rose straight up, far, far above them, to at least ten floors above. Stairs rose up along the edges of the room, climbing up to each floor and a long winding balcony with a myriad of doors that all led to another room beyond – some of these locked and flanked with more guards, others open for the other, laughing and loud occupants to pass through. This carried on for each of the building’s ten floors, and in the very centre of the building, in the lobby’s ground floor was an extravagant fountain that poured water high into the air and down into its sparkling basin. The building was alive with roarous conversation and music. At the far end of the ground floor, the party could see within two open double doors another grand, fantastic room beyond, filled to the brim with people in fine clothing and dresses talking and drinking, rich aristocrats talking up a storm as beautiful women in fetching, revealing outfits waited and served on them, carrying trays of wine and champagne and platters of food. They could hear the sound of a live band playing somewhere within that next room, as well as sounds familiar to those they experienced in the Pellagio’s casino with dealers calling out to bidding players. The ground floor seemed to be where this main party was being held. Would this make things easier or harder, they wondered? But they didn’t have time for more then a fleeting glance into that room, as they were directed by the guard to follow, past the fountain and other extravagant statues and columns towards another door at the opposite end of the ground floor. This one had no obvious security. “In here, ladies,” The security guard extended a hand for them all to enter. Following Selan’s lead, they did – to find a much smaller room (but still fantastically large in its own right) with a long conference table placed in the centre, several plush leather seats spaced out equally around and other tasteful furnishings lying about the room. Potted plants lined each of the room’s four corners, and one of the walls held a full fish tank, filled to the brim with multicoloured, swimming wonders. “Please, take a seat.” The security guard asked, locking the door behind him and standing in front. “Miss Lady Vasco shall be here shortly.”