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Nov 6, 2019 18:45:50 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 6, 2019 18:45:50 GMT -6
"You look ugly with blonde hair," said Titon, smirking. She held her glass at her lips. Ugly and different, yet the same somehow. There were more aspects to Hope's demeanor to suss out. "Try out the curls for a second though. Maybe you'll look about half as fucking crazy as I do." The Erutin in the other part of the bar, Kari, had also changed her appearance, and now looked like a regular human of the most nondescript variety possible - light brown skin, light brown hair, flat and forgettable features, no adornments at all. Titon wasn't sure that Kari had even had anything to drink. She turned slightly, the better to face Hope, raking the Erutin over with her eyes.
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Post by demikara on Nov 6, 2019 19:09:10 GMT -6
Hope hummed and considered it. She mimicked Titon's hair in all but the color, going for a deep brown. "Better? I can also rearrange my face, but I am found of this one." She liked it well enough to keep it and finding a face you liked took time. It also took a mirror, which she didn't have on her. Otherwise, she could never quite get the face correct. It always looked uncanny. She hadn't quite figured out why.
Hope considered her options and changed her eye color to match her hair color.
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Nov 6, 2019 19:25:32 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 6, 2019 19:25:32 GMT -6
Titon stared awhile, always impressed by how quickly and thoroughly an Erutin could shapeshift. On Terra, only those who'd been cybernetically enhanced or born with certain magical capabilities could do anything remotely similar. It just wasn't something you grew up around. "Less ugly," she said finally, lifting one shoulder up and down in a vague kind of half-shrug. "The curls do bounce. Now you can do it yourself." Without touching her. "Now you should figure out a way to shapeshift Drulović out of prison. That would almost be fucking funny, actually." Titon tried to imagine exactly how that would work, assuming of course, that no one got caught.
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Post by demikara on Nov 6, 2019 19:45:36 GMT -6
"Her cooperation would be all that's needed. Get a traveler in there to take the place of a guard, getting her isolated, port her out. Easy." Hope shrugged. "But she'd have to cooperate." Hope pulled on a curl and watched it bounce, then giggled. she did it again, clearly entertained by the activity, simple as it was. "I don't think she would, and it's a lot to risk on a possibility of convincing her to go along with it all." That would be the tricky part.
Drulovic was known to be stubborn. Hope could make all the escape plans she wanted, but if the director wanted to stay, she'd stay or she'd return if she was taken away. "It'd be more secure to get a traveler hired on as a guard, but it would also be the operation of several months to do that. Faster and riskier, just impersonate someone. I do it all the time." It was easy.
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Nov 6, 2019 19:56:52 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 6, 2019 19:56:52 GMT -6
"Yeah? I'd be shit at impersonation," said Titon, watching as a few teenagers snuck in the front door, doing their best (which was not great) to not be noticed by the more belligerent and combat-ready patrons. Why would they even come here? Lost a bet, maybe, or took a stupid dare. That was all Titon could figure. "It must be fun." She drank the last of the scotch, and then signaled for a glass of water. The bartender raised his eyebrow. Yes, really, she glared back. "And why the fuck do you think the old woman wouldn't cooperate? Who wants to be in prison? It's not like it's fun. And I should know. I've been, on more than one planet, too." Titon had also done quite a bit to warrant the attention of law enforcement. Punching people in the face when they antagonized her was not an infrequent occurrence, nor was defenestrating them. She'd even defenestrated an MP once.
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Post by demikara on Nov 6, 2019 20:12:14 GMT -6
"Check with her. Find out. If she wants free, I'll set the process in motion. You have my contact info now." She nodded to the card. She'd respond to it if contacted. "I suggest e-mail. I process those quickly." She could respond quickly as well. "Done right, it'll be the process of several months. Otherwise my agent will get outed." But she had seen the speed of the legal system. They had time. The former director wasn't going anywhere fast.
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Nov 6, 2019 20:37:15 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 6, 2019 20:37:15 GMT -6
Titon nodded, noncommittal in all her gestures. "I'll ask. Still don't see why she would say no to a breakout though. She's fucking miserable and she's fucked up. You probably know most of what happened anyway, already." Any spy worth their salt had to have figured it out by now. Maybe not every detail, and especially probably not the detail that the fucker responsible for it all had been ex-TIB, but enough to guess at least at the broad outlines. "It's a real doozy of a story, too." Titon drank of the water, appreciating the cooling effects. No, all things considered, it definitely wouldn't be great to show up completely hungover in the morning to testify in front of Parliament. Everyone - from the interns and gawking tourists to the committee chair and the Bureau watcher - would notice. And when the watcher reported it, Lisbeth would not be pleased, and while Titon didn't afford Lisbeth the same berth as she did the old woman, figuring she hadn't quite earned it yet, Titon did like it best when Lisbeth wasn't breathing down her neck. It took a lot to keep her well cultivated autonomy within the Bureau.
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Post by demikara on Nov 7, 2019 8:50:27 GMT -6
"As far as I'm concerned she was in the right with the Kendra Shaw thing. The Aschen are bastards. They would have glassed the entire planet over it." They wouldn't have Kendra that way, but in her experience the Aschen weren't exactly the most forward thinking of people. Hope stretched and stumbled. "I'm out of here. You know how to reach me." It would be interesting to see how it happened. But she had to seriously sober up before she had that damn meeting tomorrow. She finished the last of her water and stumbled to the door, not remotely managing a straight line. It looked like she may need to prepare to get an agent sent to the prison that Drulovic was in. That was going to be interesting. Drunk, she flipped through her database on her chip, searching for the right Traveler for the job.
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 7, 2019 11:19:14 GMT -6
"Have fun," said Titon, entirely without affect or enthusiasm, watching Hope as the Erutin stumbled toward the door. The new curls sprung about with the movement. The edges of Titon's lips curled upward in a smile, and then she tipped the glass of water upended, downing the last of it. The morning would not treat her well, and it was her own damn fault after all. Titon slid a small pile of cash, mixed Terran and Aschen bills, toward the bartende to cover her tab, and then noted with amusement that Hope had forgotten to pay. Or maybe she'd used that implant to do it. Titon wasn't exactly sure how it worked, and it wasn't really relevant to her life or her work, so she'd never bothered looking into it. She watched another bar fight ending with the Coalition soldier flat out on his back on the floor, and scoffed, then took the card Hope had offered her, the little thing disappearing quickly into one of her pockets. It was an intriguing offer. Titon stretched her legs and looked at her phone. Three missed calls now from Khayyam. Well. It couldn't have been that important. No one official-looking had come to fetch her, after all.
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