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Post by Flick on September 8th 2017, 1:52 pm

SuperCon was a brightly coloured and well attended event, bringing together obscure comic book lovers from across the State into a two story convention centre on the outskirts of Chicago. Attendees were in good spirits despite the torrential rain, lining up to take in a variety of exhibits, stalls and discussion panels throughout the course of the weekend.

Flick arrived just as the Opening Round of the Sci Fi Cosplay Contest was beginning. The mercenary was not in his element, being neither a fan of comic books nor someone who was used to wearing his battle armour in public view. However, if there was one place you could get away with it, it was here. Right? As he sauntered down the hall, passed the 'Manga Hair Salon' and 'Alien Grill', the mercenary was halted by a woman dressed as the Nintendo character, Luigi.

"Oh my god! That costume is amazing! Who are you supposed to be?" She asked, prodding his plated elbow with a white cotton glove.

"Eh, Flick."
He replied, warily.

"Well, you're sure to get some bonus obscurity points! This costume is -sick-. I don't think I've seen whatever it's from, but it looks so real!"
She declared, squinting at a fingerprint on the mirrored shine. "Oh hunny, you've got smudges everywhere. Let me..."

"No no, it's fine! I'm not trying tae win anything, aye? Cheers for the help,"
he spun and backed away, bumping into someone dressed as Chewbacca's Son from the latest Star Wars movie.

"I'll rip your arms off, bounty hunter!" roared the man in the hairy suit.

"Aye I'm sure ye will, mate," Flick rolled his eyes as he walked back into the thick of the crowd. For a master of stealth, he was doing a bad job of lying low. Maybe he should have just shrank, crawled along the wall and went looking for the girl the old fashioned way.

With the best will in the world, it shouldn't be hard to find a wheelchair bound lassie drawing pictures in amongst this crowd of hedgehogs and space marines. The mercenary wasn't particularly fond of the task, but what choice did he have? Agent Feely hadn't just offered him a substantial fee, he'd also threatened to make the illegal immigrant's criminal activity in the USA a priority issue for several 'gifted' Government agents.

Caught between a rock and moral ambiguity, Flick had to choose the latter. Anyway, all he was supposed to do was observe, interact and report. That couldn't hurt anyone, right? Besides, revenge on Feely could come later.

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INV ONLY Re: Conspicuous At The Con

Post by Chellizard on September 24th 2017, 9:51 pm

Naomi was living her best dream today. She sat in her chair, as usual, her hand gently gliding over the touch scream panel, sending her from one end of the room to the other. Pacing, her in own right, she felt a pain growing in the front of her skull. A deep migraine settling in as she let her mind wander. Around of her was what use to be a blank, normal hotel suite. Now, butterflies were landing on flowers and other vegetation that sprouted up from the short carpet. She was attempting to keep this reality as real as she could for as long as she could, bringing in animals of differing sizes, if they fit within the room. She made big cats like mountain lions and panthers, and pack of wolves roamed across the room.

The migraine was increasing, and as it got worse, the animals, grass, flowers, and butterflies would vanish one by one. Each thing that vanished would pop into a puff of purple smoke. Sighing, she moved her hands up to rub on her temples and slump backward in her chair. After a few moments of sitting there doing nothing, she finally stood up out of her wheelchair. As she rose up, her feet never did touch the ground. A soft purple hue would surround her, carrying her from the chair toward the bathroom of the hotel suite. Once she got there, she let out a loud yawn and stretched, looking at herself in the mirror. Her natural, kinky and curly hair was disheveled. On a mannequin head sat a beautiful white wig that was cut into a very fashionable, layered styled bob with bangs.

She looked at herself for a few more moments, taking in her light brown eyes. She glanced down at her mouth in the mirror, subconsciously counting the freckles decorating the plump lips. One of them was almost heart shaped, a little crooked, but it looked very cute. She smiled at herself. It quickly faded as she turned and got into the shower, turning on the hot water. She stood there for a while, thinking over her plan of action today. It wouldn’t be unheard of if N.K. Wells decided not to show up to her own comic signing, but she had to go.

Cleaned, dry, and dressed, she sat in her chair. She wore normal clothes consisting of a relaxed graphic t-shirt and a pair of jeans, her natural hair pulled back into a small bun. She normally wore her wig, but chose against it today. She just wanted to go and get this day over with. It felt almost wrong being so cynical when so many people fawned over her, but Naomi was the way she was and there was nothing that could be done about it. With a bag strapped to the back of her chair, she would phone down to security that she was ready to be escorted to her booth.

--

Forcing a smile on her face, she started off strong, signing and chatting with those that came by. She would primarily keep to herself, though, and sip on some strawberry infused water. Looking at the clock, it had only been ten minutes, and glancing down the line she would notice that it was ever growing. But why? Why was she so special? She sat at the booth next to a few other people working at Sherpa Comics. They were offering their autographs in accompaniment to Naomi’s own as the guests came to the table. If only time would go a little faster…

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INV ONLY Re: Conspicuous At The Con

Post by Flick on September 26th 2017, 10:03 pm

Spotting the Sherpa Comics sign from afar, Flick eyed the ludicrously long line and groaned. That's one way to interact I suppose, but I'm not waiting. The Scotsman walked alongside the line, to get a better look at his quarry.

"There she is," said Flick, grinning behind his helmet. Thankfully no one heard him, given how loud cons are. He watched as visitor after visitor came to the stall and collected autographs, noting how bored Naomi appeared to be. The mercenary looked around and considered his options.

He could join the line or skip to the front and act like a regular visitor, but that wouldn't yield any results unless he planned to come across as a weirdo. He could wait until the day was over, whilst keeping an eye on her for anything strange or noteworthy to report to Agent Feely.

Neither option particularly appealed to the Fly On The Wall, especially as part of his job was to interact with her once he'd observed her powers. Besides, this place was too public. How could he best approach this? Then it hit him.

Flick peered up at one of the many sprinklers on the ceiling, as the figurative angel and devil on his shoulders began their verbal duel. So many people from all over the country had come over to experience this event. Difficult cosplays, expensive merchandise purchases, rare and perishable collections on display, costly tickets... he couldn't do it, surely? It would be so unfair. So much ruination and inconvenience for so many innocent, harmless bystanders. Just to make his job for that arsehole Feely a little easier?

"Nah, fuck that," Flick decided.

"Hey buddy, enough of the curse words, okay?" Said the void of a large man from behind, dressed like Zero from Matrix 5, with a black tuxedo and layers of light blue face paint.

"Whit? Och, piss off ya prick." Flick waved a hand dismissively before turning back around. Outraged, the Tuxedo wearing attendee pushed the armoured Scotsman from behind. After stumbling forwards, Flick turned around speedily.

"Look buddy, don't you dare turn your back on---" began the complainer, before he suddenly found himself violently thrown back by Flick into a My Little Banshee: Friendship is Tragic stall. Shouts, smashed statues and the high pitched shriek of a man dressed as Atlas interrupted the entire con.

Within minutes, both Flick and his injured foe had been escorted out of the main hall by two able bodied security guards. The mercenary groaned once more as they travelled, before dramatically looking up to the sky and muttering words to a higher power that he knew wasn't there.

"I tried to be the nice guy. I really did."

With that, the mercenary vanished from sight. Reduced to the height of a grain of rice, Flick left the two unaware guards and one very confused cosplayer behind him as he flew unnoticed up towards a control box at the side of the room.

After spending about a quarter of an hour meddling with wires and buttons inside the panel, Flick finally succeeded in activating the sprinklers. Suddenly all of them activated, showering the entire hall in a torrential downpour of water. Books were drenched, face paint was ruined and people were slipping all over as they tried to escape the hall.

The Scotsman was already flying through the air, over the sprinklers, keeping an eye out for Naomi. Given the opportunity, he'd hide himself away in her possessions and do this the easier way once she'd left to somewhere more convenient.

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Post by Chellizard on October 7th 2017, 12:49 am

"My chair... ugh." Naomi muttered, immediately sliding her fingers over the panel to get herself out of the main hall. A guy dressed up as one of her caped heroes would offer to cover her head with his cape, and a Lolita dressed girl offered her umbrella. Naomi accepted the parasol with frills and all, one hand holding onto the handle, the other on the panel of her wheelchair. Speeding to get out of the main hall, Naomi found herself a dry spot and sighed, a few security guards coming to her side to make sure she was alright.

"I'm good.. just, get me out of here." she grunted, an annoyed look on her face and lacing her voice.

Someone had quite literally rained on her parade. It ended the signing, but it ruined her mood. Glancing from side to side, Naomi noticed that she was alone. Waving her hand down along her face, a golden visor appeared in front of her eyes as her stark white hair seemed to dry instantly. Her body lifted from the chair, it folding down into a small piece of plastic. Placing it into her pocket. Naomi's attire then changed into a leotard with a long cape. She wore thigh high boots with three inch heels. Flicking a piece of hair from her face, the visor concealed her identity.

However, as she did this, a few people came through the doors, noticing she was hovering for a few moments. They gasped. Naomi landed with a soft thud.

"H.. how did you?" stammered a girl. It was the same Lolita from earlier. Looking down, she noticed her parasol on the ground. Picking it up, she shook it out, water drenching the floor.

"Shh." holding a finger to her lips, Naomi would indicate that they needed to be quiet.

"Don't say another word or I'll take your tongue." she commanded.

Snapping, a box appeared in mid air, the lid creaking open to reveal wriggling human tongues. It was quite disgusting, but it was enough to make the girl scream and run in the other direction. Her two companions chased after her, calling for her to calm down, and that it must have just been an amazing trick.

Naomi snapped again, the box disappearing. She dusted her hands off and whipped her cape around of her, making sure it was flowing behind of her.

Now it was time to find out who sabotaged a good convention. Was it someone after her? Or was it someone just pulling an extravagant prank to appease themselves?

It was time to find out... because N.K. Wells was not going to let anyone find out who she was, and the paranoid half of her was certain someone was here in order to uncover her identity.

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~Main Characters~
Naomi | Skyler | Nate | Chelle | Tyuki | Gerard | Miri | Uzma |  Malus | Vihaan
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Warnings : 0 Warnings
Number of posts : 4770
Location : The Closet.
Age : 26
Job : MA at a Pediatric Urgent Care/Artist/Hitler
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INV ONLY Re: Conspicuous At The Con

Post by Flick on October 16th 2017, 7:22 am

Flick was perched atop a vending machine in the lonely corridor, behind where Naomi was stood. She had just changed her outfit in an instant and terrified an attendee with some sort of supernatural display, which had given the man some pause.

The tiny mercenary had been observing her from the wrong direction and could only imagine what might have been in that box. Once he was sure the coast was clear, Flick decided to take another chance and implement his second order. "Observation complete. Time tae interact," he voiced quietly, before turning on his amplifiers.

"Interesting wee trick, lass. My clothes appear out of nowhere, as well. I've a bit less style, though."

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