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[X] Didn't you have some brats to escort? Conscription by that total Nepotalian Principal.
- - [X] Let's not forget your accessories need batteries~...
(7:58:18 AM) ***QQ-Dicebot --> "bii_home rolls 1d20 how many little brats?!?! and gets 18."
"I must say that I didn't expect you to show up with that," The nepotalian principal Snyder blinked at your costume. "Still, I suppose something like that would be a costume for you, being classy and such. You're handling that group of kids."
You're pointed at a group of eighteen boys and girls, still in elementary school and still doing the boys/girls are icky. This was tricky, you didn't really leave that until you go to high school. You didn't want to have to deal with children fighting each other and such when they should be doing fun things like getting as much candy as possible.
You'll have to take the initiative on this, given the sullen boys who weren't happy to have gotten a boy to chaperon them.
"So, I take it you prefer soldier boy over there to be the one who walk you around," The dour looks and nods from some of the boys were really hard on your feelings. The other ones, you're fairly certain that boys THAT young shouldn't be attracted to you... but you REALLY were hot, amazing, and have the most swanky of outfits of the... conscripted high schoolers.
You shake your head. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't be like cool while being pretty, you shouldn't be hating girls because girls are prettier than boys."
As the boys blinked at your statement, you whipped out the ZAP pistol as you had named it out of its holster. It was already glowing from where you had flipped the switch. Mister Pinky would have to do without his AA batteries for tonight. As you pointed the barrel at one of the boys, you can see the eyes of the boys widened in surprise.
Well... it looks like you've won the loyalty of the gaggle of children that had been dumped on you, you post standing in an action pose, with one leg resting on a chair seat, gun point upwards while glowing. "I am Harmony, Gentlelady Adventurer. And tonight, we will adventure and we will locate and ac... ac... acquire much treasure and candies, right?"
You smile cheerfully at the children who beam back with brilliant smiles.
"Looking nice there, Harm," Oh, it was the dweeb, what's his name... Xena or something like that. "Was totally not expecting you to get a costume that kickass."
To that statement, you just smile and shake your head before waving your baton with its glow in the dark stripes in one hand and guided your gaggle of school children off. You didn't need to speak, you knew you weren't the brightest of bulbs but... even so, best not to socialize with the dweeb. Your coolness rating would drop just by being near him.
And thus, you visited home after home with your gaggle. And you find that for little kids, they could be cool and wished that they didn't refer to you as the cool old lady. You weren't old!
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Elsewhere...
"I understand that you have foreseen issues that would arise for you and the world from certain individuals and prophecies. Rest assured that Wolfram and Hart take the concerns of their clients in the most absolute and serious of terms," The woman spoke into the phone and leaned back on her rather comfortable chair.
She nodded at the response. "And I can appreciate that you feel that there are delays and such that would impact your continued existence, and as such, your status of being one of Wolfram and Hart's valued clientele."
"However, let me reassure you that by tomorrow noon at the very latest, there will be a new slayer. One who is not prophesied to endanger you, at least, moreso than a normal slayer. That is a guarantee from Wolfram and Hart that you can cash," She smiled. "One way or the other, the issue will be solved for you. We have our top people on this."
There was more nods and agreeing sounds from her lips at what was said over the phone.
"Happy Halloween to you too." And with that, the phone was hung up and she looked out the window of her office on to a modern day city of iniquity, ancient Sodom and Gomorrah reborn, a city of angels... all fallen; Los Angeles in all its glittering glory.
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Elsewhere, in the nearly empty storage room of a certain costume store, Ethan Rayne knelt before the bust of Janus, the god of duality... praying. Murmuring to the statue surrounded by candles.
"Janus, evoco vestram animam. Exaudi meam causam. Carpe noctem pro consilio vestro. Veni, appare et nobis monstra quod est infinita potestas.
Persona se corpum et sanguium commutandum est. Vestra sancta praesentia concrescet viscera. Janus! Sume noctem!" As he finished his prayer, the eyes of the statue glowed with green light.
"Showtime!"
You are Harmony Kendall.
You're a student in Sunnydale High, a totally boring high school with the exception for the clique you were in, and the hotties in the football team.
You are currently escorting a gaggle of school children.
No.... you are....
You are.
So much more.
You are
. A minor spark of no note. Late of Eternal Albion. Clacker extraordinaire and a surprisingly good runner amongst the shadows cast by gas lamps.
You had to flee the Empire and Europa, the continent wasn't safe for you not after that snafu in your last job for Mister Smith, to... to....
Where WERE you?
You glance around, the local seemed almost rustic with the design of the houses, the vehicles that were unfamiliar to you even if the principles behind it had to be.
You sniffed the air. Burnt petroleum byproducts and other... the air stank with pollution. How barbaric.
That was when you noticed the growling around you, as miniature monsters rose. Your Portable Analytical Engine clicked and clattered before displaying the results on your monocle, results gathered from the rod-shaped scanning device in your hand.
You frowned before smiling. You had OBVIOUSLY triggered a defense mechanism of this town. They had their defensive monsters hidden as 'innocent children'. "How absolutely delightful. A transmorphic effect powered by a harmonic resonance in the lower band of aetheric energies..."
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Harmony Quest /// Happy Halloween
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What should you do now?
[X] Deal with the monsters swiftly and lethal. A few dead monsters should put the fear of you in them.
[X] Deal with the monsters with non-lethal force. Let's not trigger additional dangers.
[X] Run away!
[X] Wait... was that a scream? Was there some helpless maiden in danger? Begone, little annoyances!
[X] Write In~
Name : Harmony Kandell, Gentlelady Adventurer~
Status : Location unknown, surrounded by little monsters... it's going to be one of those days or nights.
Alignment : Ditzy Good
Resources / Equipment :
Zenith Aetheric Pulse Pistol (in layman's term, a Z.A.P. gun for ladies)
- Current Charge (100% Ionization Charge x 6 Vitae Capacitors)
- Settings : Incapacitate Pulse (1200 shots) / Modified Lethal Pulse (600 shots)
- Maximum Range : 1 Imperial League
Basic Aetheric Equipment Repair Kit
- The absolute minimum, mind.
Zenith Aetheric Pulse Pistol Charger
- Requires plugging into an aetheric charging station. Alternatively, vitae capacitors can be recharge via electrostatic discharge from a negative charged atmospheric region. But only in the most barbaric hinterlands is this necessary.
Portable Babbage/Lovelace Analytical Engine
- Monocle Display unit
- Hand held scanning device
- Miniaturize Babbage/Lovelace Analytical Engine
A lady's personal effects
- It is most crass and impolite to ask about the contents of such. And only the most brutish of boars would do so.
A coin purse
- Contents are most distressingly low. You are down to your last few sterling notes and shillings.
