Post is up for dubious plot shenanigans processions
/boots Danni and Kathi up the arse for not posting
Pachamac Member
- Last Seen: 2 yrs ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 1389 (0.31 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Pachamac 12 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
“Wake up, Bart.”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: ???
The sensation of something hot landing on his lap shocked the sleeping man, lying back in his seat to a fully alert screech, his hands reaching down to the piping hot food resting in his lap and gingerly trying to lift it up. As he did, the magazine that had been resting over his face to shield his eyes from the overhead lights fluttered to the ground.
“Damnit, what the hell, I was catching some good z’s there!” Bartholomew “Bart” Rant moaned, placing the carton of steaming noodles and chopsticks on the desk in front of him, dusting down his lap and checking his suit for any errant spillage of sauces.
His companion bent down to the floor, reaching to pick the magazine up.
“Now now, how many times do I have to tell you?” The other man sighed. “We’re on a job. That means being awake and doing what we need to do.”
“But it’s so fucking boring!” Bart grumbled loudly again. His eyes flicked to the embankment of monitors in front of him, the dim glow of monochrome images lighting up his face. Over two dozen monitors were piled atop of one another imbedded in the wall before him, with each one showing a view of The Grande Diamond mansion from somewhere inside. Images of the nobles partying below, images of black clad security guards standing rigidly throughout the building, and other, various important rooms… “You know me,” Bart continued. “Unless we’re actually doing something, then I don’t fucking care. I can’t sit around watching this shit all day. This isn’t what I got a reputation for. When do we get back to pulling off some real jobs?”
“This is a real job. Not everything needs to involve assassination or explosions…” The man shook his head. He tilted the magazine to its side, holding it out as the pages unfurled to reveal a large pinup. “You should consider yourself quite lucky. Not everyday we get to be paid this well, and to kick back and hang out at Los Paraisos for doing little work. Plus…” He tilted his head to the mechanical console, and the object atop. “You’ve got noodles.”
“Whatever… give me my magazine back.” Bart stretched his hand out behind his back, flicking his fingers in a ‘gimme’ gesture. The other man casually threw it to him.
“You’re never going to win Heather around if she sees you carrying stuff like that.”
“Eh, whatever.” Bart shrugged, unfurling the magazine out to ogle another glossy spread with one hand, the other reaching for his chopsticks and the delicious food inside. “Where are the girls, anyway?”
“Out and about. Patrolling the estate and keeping an eye on trouble. As so should you,” The man’s index and middle fingers pointed at his eyes, and then the monitors.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” Bart slurped up his noodles. “And what the hell are you off to do?”
“My job.” The man strode towards the security room’s exit, straightening his suit’s tie. “Escorting the man to the boss.”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: ??? [2]
“Where… where am I…?
What’s… what’s going on…?”
“Hey! Fucker! Get me the fuck out of here right now you smelly piece of shit!”
“Jo… Josette?”
“Estelle?!”
Although her thoughts drifted back to consciousness, her vision remained swamped in a murky sea of darkness. Her sense of hearing and smell returned with their regular acuteness, but it was impossible for her to see anything. And in quick succession she was able to realise that her freedom of movement was restricted as well. Both her arms behind her back and feet were bound by their wrists and ankles, and what masked her eyes was a blindfold. It didn’t take long for her, even with the piercing headache that engulfed her brain and continued to achingly throb over and over with pause, to connect all the dots to what was going on to finally realise what had happened.
She… and Josette… they had been…!
“Josette, are you alright?!” Estelle’s head turned sharply in both directions, trying to find any ability to pry herself loose and search for where Josette was in relation, neither coming to much success.
“Alright?! No I’m not al-fucking-right! Some fucking joker’s kidnapped us! Wait until I get my fucking legs free, I’ll punt that piece of shit into the sun!!”
“Boss… what do you want us to do?” Asked a broad, muscular man with a dopey smile who scratched his cheek. He, and four other men all standing within a large room, around a big Magitech truck which housed five bound and blindfolded young women in its back, all turned to look at the sixth man who stood with presence, his hands resting on his hips and a confident smile sketched on his face. Clad in an outfit of dark greys and black, his ensemble held a blue cloak to match the cold eyes resting on his smiling, freckled face. A face smiling at a night’s worth of work well done, and the knowledge that this particular job was nearing completion.
“Gag her.” The messy haired man replied. “Just be sure not to hurt her. I don’t want any scratches or bruises.”
“You really think Lord Dumont’s going to want a girl like her?” One of the man’s underlings asked with hesitation.
He shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “In my experience I’ve found the loudest ones are normally the most fun to break.”
“B-boss! Look!”
Sidestepping into a turn, the freckled man focused his ice blue eyes on the edge of the room, as with a ‘ding!’ two metal doors slid into their respective walls and out emerged a well tailored, suited man blonde man stepping out, his fingers flicking at a lighter to ignite the cigarette hanging in his lips.
“Neil Hunter?” The suited man asked.
“That’s me.” The freckled man grinned.
“C’mon with me,” The messy blonde haired man shook his head to the elevator he had come from. “We’ll go to the boss.”
“You don’t want to check the women first?” The enigmatic kidnapper, Neil Hunter asked with surprise, but the blonde man simply shook his head from side to side.
“Nope, not my job, and none of my interest. I’m only working security.” The blonde man explained. “I think a Lady Vasco will be checking them out, but she’s running a bit late with something else first. Your men are trustworthy enough to stay here without you?”
“Yeah, they are. They know what’s good for them.” Neil lifted his head and grinned a toothy smile, flaring an icy cold stare at his men. They all grew more rigid. “You know what to do, boys. Keep your eyes on, and hands off, the merchandise.”
“HEY! YOU STUPID FUCKS! GET ME OUT OF THIS GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT FUCK ALREADY OR I’M GOING TO-”
“And someone gag her already,” Neil sighed, walking into the elevator as the doors closed behind him. The blonde flashed a wry smile.
“Feisty, huh?” He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and pushing one up in Neil Hunter’s direction. “Want a smoke?”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: ???
The sensation of something hot landing on his lap shocked the sleeping man, lying back in his seat to a fully alert screech, his hands reaching down to the piping hot food resting in his lap and gingerly trying to lift it up. As he did, the magazine that had been resting over his face to shield his eyes from the overhead lights fluttered to the ground.
“Damnit, what the hell, I was catching some good z’s there!” Bartholomew “Bart” Rant moaned, placing the carton of steaming noodles and chopsticks on the desk in front of him, dusting down his lap and checking his suit for any errant spillage of sauces.
His companion bent down to the floor, reaching to pick the magazine up.
“Now now, how many times do I have to tell you?” The other man sighed. “We’re on a job. That means being awake and doing what we need to do.”
“But it’s so fucking boring!” Bart grumbled loudly again. His eyes flicked to the embankment of monitors in front of him, the dim glow of monochrome images lighting up his face. Over two dozen monitors were piled atop of one another imbedded in the wall before him, with each one showing a view of The Grande Diamond mansion from somewhere inside. Images of the nobles partying below, images of black clad security guards standing rigidly throughout the building, and other, various important rooms… “You know me,” Bart continued. “Unless we’re actually doing something, then I don’t fucking care. I can’t sit around watching this shit all day. This isn’t what I got a reputation for. When do we get back to pulling off some real jobs?”
“This is a real job. Not everything needs to involve assassination or explosions…” The man shook his head. He tilted the magazine to its side, holding it out as the pages unfurled to reveal a large pinup. “You should consider yourself quite lucky. Not everyday we get to be paid this well, and to kick back and hang out at Los Paraisos for doing little work. Plus…” He tilted his head to the mechanical console, and the object atop. “You’ve got noodles.”
“Whatever… give me my magazine back.” Bart stretched his hand out behind his back, flicking his fingers in a ‘gimme’ gesture. The other man casually threw it to him.
“You’re never going to win Heather around if she sees you carrying stuff like that.”
“Eh, whatever.” Bart shrugged, unfurling the magazine out to ogle another glossy spread with one hand, the other reaching for his chopsticks and the delicious food inside. “Where are the girls, anyway?”
“Out and about. Patrolling the estate and keeping an eye on trouble. As so should you,” The man’s index and middle fingers pointed at his eyes, and then the monitors.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” Bart slurped up his noodles. “And what the hell are you off to do?”
“My job.” The man strode towards the security room’s exit, straightening his suit’s tie. “Escorting the man to the boss.”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: ??? [2]
“Where… where am I…?
What’s… what’s going on…?”
“Hey! Fucker! Get me the fuck out of here right now you smelly piece of shit!”
“Jo… Josette?”
“Estelle?!”
Although her thoughts drifted back to consciousness, her vision remained swamped in a murky sea of darkness. Her sense of hearing and smell returned with their regular acuteness, but it was impossible for her to see anything. And in quick succession she was able to realise that her freedom of movement was restricted as well. Both her arms behind her back and feet were bound by their wrists and ankles, and what masked her eyes was a blindfold. It didn’t take long for her, even with the piercing headache that engulfed her brain and continued to achingly throb over and over with pause, to connect all the dots to what was going on to finally realise what had happened.
She… and Josette… they had been…!
“Josette, are you alright?!” Estelle’s head turned sharply in both directions, trying to find any ability to pry herself loose and search for where Josette was in relation, neither coming to much success.
“Alright?! No I’m not al-fucking-right! Some fucking joker’s kidnapped us! Wait until I get my fucking legs free, I’ll punt that piece of shit into the sun!!”
“Boss… what do you want us to do?” Asked a broad, muscular man with a dopey smile who scratched his cheek. He, and four other men all standing within a large room, around a big Magitech truck which housed five bound and blindfolded young women in its back, all turned to look at the sixth man who stood with presence, his hands resting on his hips and a confident smile sketched on his face. Clad in an outfit of dark greys and black, his ensemble held a blue cloak to match the cold eyes resting on his smiling, freckled face. A face smiling at a night’s worth of work well done, and the knowledge that this particular job was nearing completion.
“Gag her.” The messy haired man replied. “Just be sure not to hurt her. I don’t want any scratches or bruises.”
“You really think Lord Dumont’s going to want a girl like her?” One of the man’s underlings asked with hesitation.
He shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “In my experience I’ve found the loudest ones are normally the most fun to break.”
“B-boss! Look!”
Sidestepping into a turn, the freckled man focused his ice blue eyes on the edge of the room, as with a ‘ding!’ two metal doors slid into their respective walls and out emerged a well tailored, suited man blonde man stepping out, his fingers flicking at a lighter to ignite the cigarette hanging in his lips.
“Neil Hunter?” The suited man asked.
“That’s me.” The freckled man grinned.
“C’mon with me,” The messy blonde haired man shook his head to the elevator he had come from. “We’ll go to the boss.”
“You don’t want to check the women first?” The enigmatic kidnapper, Neil Hunter asked with surprise, but the blonde man simply shook his head from side to side.
“Nope, not my job, and none of my interest. I’m only working security.” The blonde man explained. “I think a Lady Vasco will be checking them out, but she’s running a bit late with something else first. Your men are trustworthy enough to stay here without you?”
“Yeah, they are. They know what’s good for them.” Neil lifted his head and grinned a toothy smile, flaring an icy cold stare at his men. They all grew more rigid. “You know what to do, boys. Keep your eyes on, and hands off, the merchandise.”
“HEY! YOU STUPID FUCKS! GET ME OUT OF THIS GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT FUCK ALREADY OR I’M GOING TO-”
“And someone gag her already,” Neil sighed, walking into the elevator as the doors closed behind him. The blonde flashed a wry smile.
“Feisty, huh?” He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and pushing one up in Neil Hunter’s direction. “Want a smoke?”
Not much to say about these eps. I'm still in the process of watching Episode 9, so this is a bit premature to comment on, lol, but the first two eps of this week were... okay. The first ep was pretty horrible actually, but Zuko's uncle totally redeemed it and has reached best character status. 8D Ep 10 was pretty cool too!
Los Paraisos: Outside The Grande Diamond
What… what on Ddaear?
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 him.
He had walked straight into hell.
“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?”
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 real 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’.
“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- Thunderhawk,” 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?”
“Shut up.”
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.”
The Grande Diamond: Front Entrance
“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 him that appeared at Vandrell…
“Welcome, ladies, to The Grande Diamond!”
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.”
What… what on Ddaear?
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 him.
He had walked straight into hell.
“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?”
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 real 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’.
“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- Thunderhawk,” 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?”
“Shut up.”
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.”
The Grande Diamond: Front Entrance
“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 him that appeared at Vandrell…
“Welcome, ladies, to The Grande Diamond!”
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.”
That seat gif always gets me XD
I'm going to start writing now c:
EDIT: And post is up! Hopefully the description of the building's interior was easy to understand? :S I kind of suck at descriptions a fair bit. If anyone's confused and needs some help understanding, I can link the video that shows how it looks in my mind. :)
- NOTE - Danni, Rex:- You're free to bring into play your other characters following my next post tomorrow that will set them up. I was tempted to do it today, but my post was big enough as it was and I didn't want to overburden it already. XD But definitely after my post tomorrow, you can have them around, doing pretty much anything you want. You'll see.
Also! Really important question!
Guys what dresses (and shoes?) should we have Thunderhawk and Marcus be wearing? 8D
I'm going to start writing now c:
EDIT: And post is up! Hopefully the description of the building's interior was easy to understand? :S I kind of suck at descriptions a fair bit. If anyone's confused and needs some help understanding, I can link the video that shows how it looks in my mind. :)
- NOTE - Danni, Rex:- You're free to bring into play your other characters following my next post tomorrow that will set them up. I was tempted to do it today, but my post was big enough as it was and I didn't want to overburden it already. XD But definitely after my post tomorrow, you can have them around, doing pretty much anything you want. You'll see.
Also! Really important question!
Guys what dresses (and shoes?) should we have Thunderhawk and Marcus be wearing? 8D
Crescendo said
I'll be posting soon, meanwhile I'll just leave this trailer here :D
Well... now I've seen everything!
Taerinn said
Hey Pach, is anyone else going with Selan and the ? I actually didn't think about where Lisette's going.Edit: Also, we've discussed this previously but I dunno for sure if we're still going with it, but stay tuned for some quick-but-amusing ~decorum training~ in tomorrow's post. I would have gotten to it today if I had more time ;A; (Gotta go, break's over)
Sure, why not? The more the merrier. The only ones I don't see going in are Don and his bros, Moira and Syed, and Trixie because of how young she is. Amy probably wouldn't considering her personality but that's up to Rex. Aria, Xan and Lisette's up to Kathi, Fox and you ^o^
Also lol yeah @ decorum training
Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver Avenger shots.
It is going to be absolutely terrible :/ That trailer filled me with no confidence at all and... yeah. Bridging the original terrible X-Men trilogy with the terrible First Class is just... yeah. Will be bad. D:
Ice-Man tho :0
Also 8D Tae's post
Those pictures
lololololol
Ice-Man tho :0
Also 8D Tae's post
Those pictures
lololololol
'Spiffy' day? You turning british on us? XD
I never proofread my posts 8] As soon as I finish writing it I upload it, so... apologies if anyone stumbles upon errors? lololololol
I never proofread my posts 8] As soon as I finish writing it I upload it, so... apologies if anyone stumbles upon errors? lololololol
© 2007-2026