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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2015 11:23:32 GMT
08:11 Hong Kong, China October 14th 2017
It had been agreed for Safira and Rose to go their separate ways, and conclude their business that followed the death of Mr. Cheng. It was a largely successful night, the League had gained an address and Rose has dispatched another target with a death warrant hung over their head. It was made all the more complex as Rose’s employers would be the ones that the League (and most likely Safira) would be hunting down in due time.
Once Rose had stepped through the portal, Safira had disappeared in the blink of an eye, returning to where the League were located – Infinity Island. Safira’s business took up much more time than she had anticipated. A meeting had to be held, in which Safira presented the results to Ra’s Al Ghul, and others higher up in the League hierarchy. Nothing ever happened without proper thought, and much deliberation was spoken of regarding their next move against Cheng’s associates. But despite the lengthy meeting, nothing had been agreed, more time was required and thus Safira was granted leave, her skills no longer required – for now.
In a sudden poof of pink colored smoke, did Safira appear at the place where she had ported Rose to earlier in the day. No longer did Safira sport the apparel that was so often associated with that of a member of the League of Shadows. Instead, a more casual look had been sported. A quick glance about the surroundings first, and Safira would quickly find Rose in her gaze. With a smile, Safira walked over towards her – she could teleport, but she wasn’t that lazy. ”You haven’t been waiting long, have you? It was harder to pull myself away than I thought”. Of course, such tardiness could be blamed upon the League, though it was unlikely such an issue would be taken up with them.
OOC: Short but… eh. The timezone will work out once they head to 'Murica or whatever.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2015 21:12:53 GMT
Rose gave a grin "Nah, I turned in the contract and had myself a quick change." Slipping from the wall she dusted down her jeans and rolled her shoulder "So this is what you look like casual huh? Not too shabby if I say so myself. Don't think I have ever seen a League assassin go out of uniform before. I guess Ol' Ras doesn't keep up with fashions so makes it easier on everyone to just wear uniforms. I have heard he's crazy old. No disrespect or anything. The Demon Head runs a tight and effective ship, just one that I could stick on." Rose grinned playfully,she didn't take much seriously on her time off or at least that was the impression she gave.
"So Sapphire, that is what Safira means right? Do you prefer Saffy? Is that even your real name?" Rose moved over towards the girl, sliding the silver flask into her back pocket and gave a shrug "Code names and stuff, right? Lets stick with Rose at least for tonight, Ravager seems so formal for a shopping trip. So I am thinking we go on a spree. Not of our usual murder but of shopping. Full on designer gear and fancy threads. With you able to get us in and out, between us the security systems will be toast. Plus we get to play dress up and have a fashion show. Maybe if we manage to keep sane we can have a party later, hit a club or something. Some dancing and drinking?" the smile never left Roses face. Granted she wasn't really a designer shopper or even that interested in clothes but the thought of doing the absurd and crazy, just porting into a shop, trying on stuff and keeping what they liked before moving on again to another place really appealed to the girl.
"What do you think?" Rose gave a slight pout "Sounds fun right?" With a soft chuckle she rolled on her heels a little, she may not be completely there all the time but she at least knew what she wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 15:55:19 GMT
Ugh. Rose certainly knew how to butcher a name. Rose was lucky, if she wasn’t the daughter of Deathstroke, nor an ally. Then Safira would see fit to cut her down for disgracing the name that Ra’s Al Ghul had given her. Best cut the habit out now before it develops any further. ”Keep it to just; Safira, okay? And I don’t suppose you care, but it’s actually Arabic, meaning; traveller”. It wasn’t so simple as Sapphire. ”But, since you don’t want to be so formal, Rose. Rather than call me by my League name, you can call me; Tay”. It wasn’t too often that Safira gave her real name out. Only a select few knew of it; Ra’s, Nyssa, Cheshire. But it seemed like a better name to go by in this instance. Safira was off duty, and thus it was Tay who Rose would be rolling with tonight.
Rose had then gone into more detail about how she saw the night progressing. It was fairly straight forward, hit up a few shops to get whatever took their fancy before hitting a few clubs. Simple. Both were well equipped for infiltrating places, the basic security tech employed at most shopping places offered no challenge at all. Bypassing security should be as easy as… getting dressed in the morning. ”Sounds like a plan”. Safira remarked. She wasn’t in such dire need to add to her wardrobe, her style wasn’t as ancient as some may believe about League Assassins.
”So, we’re do you fancy starting this spree of ours? I’ve always been fond of London myself”. It didn’t at all matter whether Rose agreed or not. Safira was the one driving. When you teleport, one thing to be aware of where all the different time zones. Safira had things scheduled out in her head, keeping that in mind. ”Spend a couple hours there, then we can head back to Vegas for the night life”. A portal would then open up a few yards away from them, and Safira gestured towards it. ”Our ride is here”. Convenience at its finest.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 20:26:37 GMT
"Don't get defensive Tay, I love sapphires. One of my favourite stones, Blood Opal will always be my favourite but I do like a nice sapphire. Traveller does sound like it suits you though." Rose gave the girl a playful smile "Though you do have a cute ass pout when you get ticked off." With a grin she headed to the portal "London huh? I figured you for a Big Apple shopper but hey lets hit the stores and steal a big red bus!" Turning her back to the portal Rose looked thoughtful "Do you think you could portal one of those big buses you see on films? We could pimp it out with guns and flame-throwers. Shadow Squad style. I mean the capes tend to have batmobiles and what have you. Why can't we have something of our own? Would make assassinations tricky though if we all looked like we were on a summer holiday." Cocking her head Rose looked thoughtful "Vegas though? Bit clichéd don't you think? Are you a Vegas girl cause I ain't? I like biker bars and merc hang outs. Tough guys, strong booze and hard rock. Less sparkle and more charcoal, gotta love a BBQ with come cold beer or whiskey. You get to pick the stores and I get to pick the bar we end up at."
She already had a place in mind, a place called Crosshairs, it was a Merc and place for those that made a living being paid to hurt others hung out. So you had henchmen and muscle for hire downing drinks in a place that wouldn't judge them. It was also a place that was perfect to get contracts from, those in the know could leave messages or drops in a safe location. It also had a wide selection of strong liqueur which suited the mercenary girl perfectly. "Would love to see what happens to you when you get drunk." With another soft chuckle Rose tossed herself backwards through the portal. More a show of trust than anything else. If she was willing to trust herself completely in the assassin it could only serve to strengthen the squad as well as help them bond a little. Rose was well aware how tricky it was for people in their line of work to actually connect beyond a simple contract or job to job basis. Rose did hope for more with this whole Shadow Squad thing, perhaps get to make a few friends. How insane would that be?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 11:27:43 GMT
Whether stepping in backwards, or swan diving it. Entering the portal required a certain level of trust in Safira, and more often than not that was blind trust. Often others appeared reluctant, but then you have Rose who showed something of a fearless attitude as had her father – the similarities were uncanny. It was good that already there was some level of trust established, it’s likely that the Shadow Squad may have them team up often. After all, if you’re going for a stealthy approach it is perhaps less wise to select Match and Inertia. Once Rose had been transported, Safira would step into the portal and instantly disappear. Behind her, the portal would compress as it disappeared from existence.
It was not long after midnight in London, England. It was a dark sky tonight, made even darker by the clouds that appeared above, smothering the little moonlight that shone through. Fortunately it wasn’t waiting, and the night was lightened up by the bustling city. With it being past midnight, the night life was in full swing and it was mostly bars, theatres and other late night entertainment establishments that the people flocked around. Anywhere else, and you would only find the booze frenzied idiots stumbling about the place on their way home from a night out, or towards another bar. Fortunately, this was not the company that the two Shadow Squad ladies would encounter.
The portal had transported them instead, to Oxford Street. A street that was known for its place in London’s shopping scene. It was well lit by a few street lamps, though it was relatively lifeless at this hour. ”Why restrict ourselves, Rose?”. Safira would say as she first stepped out the portal into Oxford Street. She walked on over past Rose, stopping a few yards in front of one particular store. Window shopping was the activity that Safira indulged herself in, glancing at what the store had on show. Several mannequins were set up, sporting the latest fashion, as well as a few adverts in the window with images of people looking way too happy. ”Anything take your fancy?”. Safira asked, looking back over her shoulder towards Rose with a smile. If nothing did, they could hit up the Big Apple, or even Madrid or Paris. ”I’m not too sure what would be deemed appropriate apparel for your little biker clubhouse”.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 11:04:54 GMT
"Heh we decide what is appropriate. Dress code for the place I got in mind is pretty slack. I have seen women in flowing red dresses and guys in suits, guys in flowing red dresses and others in the gear their boss makes them wear. Gotta feel sorry for the henchman sometimes. First line of defence while your boss does a runner, punch in the face for your paycheck and have to wear goofy costumes sometimes." Walking down the street now as she looked in the windows of the shops "So you wear whatever you like Tay, anyone gives you any hassle and I will break their teeth, you have my word on that. No one messes with my team mates." Rose flashed the girl a grin and motioned to a store window.
It was one of those places that sold dresses worth thousands, the sort of dresses that people wore to high society red carpet affairs. Rose could see a little red dress in the back of the place, sitting on a mannequin and tucked away like someone was ashamed of how short it was. Blood red in colour was what had caught Roses eye, that it was clingy and showed off curves was just a bonus.
"You ever go to the prom? I never went to high school but the fuss you hear about them, all the dresses and limos. Making sure you have a proper date and who you hang about with.People say I had a tough time growing up. That stuff sounds nightmarish. Constant bitching and bickering, having to live up to someone else's standards of what is pretty or fashionable, if the group you befriend and enjoy the company of is classed as 'in' or not." Rose grinned softly and looked back at Tay "Come to think about it, we're not that much better really. Who we ally with, who we spend time with. The others are going to judge and make assumptions. Like if we spent too much time together, the others will probably think we will side with each other against them if anything happens."
With a barely audible sigh she motioned to the store "Lets try that place before I end up getting philosophical on you. Will need a lot of whiskey if I end up pondering life and the universe. So lets get in there so I can try that little red number in the back. Pretty sure we can find you something nice too. You ever wore a dress?" It wasn't an insult or anything, more a curious question about her ally, did Tay have a life before the League or had she had to wear one for a mission. There was a lot the pair didn't know about each other after all.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 14:01:07 GMT
Were they going to the Cantina from Star Wats?
With the added comments made by Rose, Safira still was a little unsure of what to expect of this establishment that Rose wanted them to head to later on. One thing it seemed that Safira could be sure of, however; was that the place had character, and that from the sounds of it had its own cast of characters as well. Safira chuckled at one point, she couldn’t help but feel some empathy towards those Rose mocked for having to wear attires set by their boss. The League of Shadows had something of a dress code, but perhaps it wasn’t as strict, or goofy. ”D’aww, Rose, that’s sweet”. Safira said in a playful tone as she looked towards Rose with a bright smile. ”But I can handle myself”. She added. As if Safira was going to give up the opportunity of participating in a bar room brawl, get real.
”Prom? You must be joking… I was already in the League by the age ‘Prom’ swings around” Safira interjected with as Rose rambled on about Prom and the social complexities that being that age brought with it. Safira hadn’t particularly spent much time pondering about such things, it seemed irrelevant to her. Plus,
”Of course”. Safira would say in response to Rose’s question. It was an odd thing to ask, but, it certainly made sense considering the lives they led. ”I had to wear a dress the night I had my ‘Shadow Squad’ induction”. Safira would say, a slight roll of the eyes followed with a sigh as she walked alongside Rose towards a particular store. ”Appears that Ra’s approval isn’t enough to get in. Jager had me bludgeon this pretty little thing to death in a cute lil’ black dress – at least I was allowed to take off my heels”. Safira added with a smile. She wasn’t sure what the others had to go through to get into the Shadow Squad, but that summed up her induction. Perhaps Jager had a thing for watching well dressed people fight it out.
Eventually they reached the store that Rose had her eye on. A glance in, and it appeared all the lights were off. The security in the place was still a mystery, the extent of it at least. Whatever it was, they surely had the skills to overcome anything. ”We’ll do a sweep of the security first”. Safira would say, before throwing out a portal to one side. Inside the shop another portal appeared, it was the one linked to the portal Safira threw out. ”After you”. Safira would say, gesturing towards the portal. Sure, they were killers, killers who had brutalized an Asian businessman not long ago. But even killers had manners.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 22:58:29 GMT
"I don't kill innocents." Rose said bluntly at the remark about beating some girl to death "We are professionals, not serial killers." She gave the other girl a look of contemplation before stepping into the portal and into the store itself. Making her way to the alarm panel to get to work on disarming it.
Once Tay was in the store as well Rose spoke up again "I don't mean to sound harsh, I just think we need to separate ourselves from wackos that kill for the fun of it, you know what I mean? The League wants to purify the world of corruption, I can get on board with that. You cut the cancer out and burn the wound. I take contracts and do whatever it takes to complete them. Killing randoms though that just doesn't sit right with me I guess." Rose had the panel open now and was dealing with the wiring, she had a small multi tool out, having taken it from her pockets. She always came prepared it seemed.
With a final snip the lights went dark on the panel and Rose smirked "Looks like we are good to shop my dearest Saffy." Making her way right to the red dress she had seen in the back with a grin "Where are you my beautiful beautiful thing. You have Rose written all over you." With a happy chuckle she carefully removed it from its stand and held it against her body and twisted back and forth in the mirror to see how it looked.
"Yup, this is mine." With that said Rose was starting to strip out of her current clothes and dumping them to the side once she was down to her underwear and pulled the little red dress over her head. Running her hands down the fabric to get it smoothed out and sitting just right before she wriggled her bra out of the thing and dropped it on the floor next to her clothes. "Not too bad,if I say so myself." She had managed to find something that sat comfortably on the line between classy and showing way too much leg and cleavage. Something she was quite happy to be on the line for.
"Gonna need new shoes and accessories. Though I am betting they don't sell eye patches here." Rose smirked a little and started her way towards the jewellery "Anything strike your fancy? What sort of clothes do you normally go for when you get the chance to pick for yourself?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 12:55:12 GMT
Safira wasn’t particularly too fond of the look that Rose shared with her before disappearing through the portal. It almost felt like an accusation, or at least that Rose was making a judgement with it. Whatever it was, Safira would move to shut whatever it was down once she got the chance. Through the portal did Safira step, following Rose and once Safira stepped through the portal disappeared behind her. As Rose headed one way to deal with the security systems, Safira headed over to one of the rails. It wasn’t like they were breaking into Guantanamo Bay, Rose could handle a simple stores security by herself. Safira began flicking through the many garments on show, listening to Rose explain what she meant a little better.
”I’m not a psychopath either, Rose”. Safira would say, some bite to it as well. ”Well…”. Safira let that pause linger for a moment, allowing an air of doubt to settle. But not for too long, the assassin chuckled before speaking again. ”Joking! I’m not, but. I didn’t exactly have a choice. I was expected to get into the Squad, and unfortunately that girl was stood in my way. Sometimes… sacrifices have to be made, it’s not like I enjoyed it”. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. For at least a brief moment there, in that fight, did Safira get caught up in the atmosphere and start to enjoy it. Point was, she had to do it. Returning to Ra’s with having failed to join the Shadow Squad was not an option.
It wasn’t long after that Rose appeared to have finished with turning the security systems the store had in place off. Perfect. It meant that now the two ladies could go about their shopping spree without there being any chance of interruption, whether that be an alarm or a nosey cop. Safira turned her attention back to the clothes, moving down towards another rail that was outfitted with an abundance of garments just like the other. Safira flicked through, seeing a few things she fancied the look of, but there was nothing as of yet she had settled on. But then something caught Safira’s attention, and it wasn’t any of the clothes.
In the corner of her eye, Safira caught a glimpse of Rose stripping down. A slightly raised eyebrow, Safira couldn’t help but look. It was a testament to the progress of their friendship that Rose felt so comfortable as to strip down. It was either that, or Rose didn’t care in the slightest. As Rose had put the red dress that she desired so dearly on, Safira turned her gaze away to look down at what she was doing; fiddling through tops. ”Ditto”. Safira would say in response to Rose, peering up again
”I don’t know, really. I’m not quite feelin’ up to wearing a dress”. There were occasions that dresses were necessary for, but Safira wasn’t at all in the mood to dress up so much. ”Aha!”. it was then that Safira would grab a top off the rail in front of her. From there she proceeded down the aisle, over towards another from which she grabbed some short-shorts. ”This’ll do me”. Safira would say, and then much like Rose had done before her, Safira proceeded to strip out of the clothes she had been wearing, leaving them in a neat pile off to one side. Now only in her bra and panties, Safira would first throw the top over her head, pulling it down until it fit – needing to make only a few adjustments, as she fiddled around with the top a little until it fit nicely. After that she would step into the shorts, pulling them up tight and then doing up one of the buttons. Not all the way up mind you, but it fit comfortably.
”How do I look?”. Safira would say with a bright smile as she stepped out into a slightly more open area of the shop floor. She would do a little twirl, posing as she showed off her outfit. If the assassin gear did well to hide her body, this outfit did a good job of showing off just how toned it was. But there was one thing missing. Safira would walk over towards the pile of the clothes she previously wore, and picked up her baseball cap, placing it neatly atop her head. ”Ta-da!”. Safira would say, a more excited tone as she turned round to look over towards Rose. ”You know, I kind of miss the hood”. Jokingly said by Safira, it was odd though. She had become so used to having a hood pulled up right over her head. Oh well.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 19:06:30 GMT
Rose tilted her head a little as she peered around from the stand of shoes she was currently demolishing to get a look at the assassin "Holy shi..you look hot!" The merc grinned widely before wolf whistling "You are gonna need a stick to keep people at bay dressed like that. Who would have thought under all that black stuff you were hiding a smoking body like that. Think we just found our secret weapon." With a soft laugh she flopped into a seat and began trying on different shoes and looking in the nearby mirror to see how they matched her dress.
"Sometimes freaks me out to think that there are people who do this sort of crap daily, shopping for shoes and clothes I mean. Have you seen the price of some of this? An outfit from this place would cost as much as a contract to take out a couple of easy targets. Starting to think I have to raise my prices if people are happy tossing money away on stuff like this. Either that or change the work I do. Rose the fashion designer. Designer of bullet proof haute couture, least I would have a niche market that was willing to pay for it to be done right. The Luthors and Waynes of the world must need stuff like that, I wonder who makes it for them." She made a thoughtful sound as she tilted her foot back and forth trying to decide if the shoe looked any good.
"What do you think the rest of the squad are doing? Think they enjoy stuff like this or are they all cold blooded mental cases? I've not met any of them except you. Yet." She hoped that they wouldn't all be crazy killer types, she had already made her statement to Tay about her feelings of avoiding innocent deaths. She was glad that the assassin had done it for a decent reason. If Deathstroke had asked her to kill someone she would without a second thought. Rose might not have enjoyed it or liked it but loyalty to your boss was a big deal in her eyes. A code of some sort put you above the run of the mill thugs, the crazy Joker types and even the heroes who flip flopped in what they thought was right and wrong depending on the day of the week it was.
"A girls night out would be awesome at some point though, team bonding or something." Rose stood finally happy with the shoes and walked a little back and forth as she made her mind up on them "I always blow off steam after a mission, usually its a solo gig but I'm glad to have company. Would be nice to connect with some people in the same business line, you know what I mean?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 11:19:42 GMT
”Thanks”. Safira would say with a bright smile. ”Being an assassin, you’ve got to stay fit, right? This… doesn’t happen overnight”. Safira would say in a rather playful tone, pointing with both hands up and down towards herself for a few moments. Despite having to cover up most of the time, Safira was rather proud of her body. She had put a lot of time and effort into it, and when the opportunity arises; you’ve got to flaunt it. ”You certainly know how to rock a dress, lookin’ fine”. Safira would say, having a look over Rose as she moved over towards another rail of clothes. You never know, there might be something else that take Saffy’s fancy.
Safira would then half listen to Rose as she went on a bit of a tangent about the store’s usual demographic. ”Some people have more money than sense”. Safira said, a soft tone, barely able to be heard. But then Rose said something that Safira had to stop herself from laughing at right away. ”Fancy yourself a fashion designer? I would LOVE to be there when you tell Deathstroke”. From the limited time that Safira had spent around Deathstroke, he didn’t appear to be the type that would be too fond about his daughter becoming a fashion designer. It could help him, get past that orange-black theme he seems to adore. ”No offence, but you should stick to the assassin game. Can’t imagine you lasting long, the crap those people spew would drive you crazy”. Safira would say having taking out a black dress off the rail. She held it up against her, posing as she looked towards a mirror on the other side of the room. It was a semi-listening role that she entered again, now with Rose speaking on their teammates. It seems the two of them weren’t all too familiar with their squad mates. As for the dress; not her style, it was put back.
”Well, I haven’t really spent much time with any of them”. Safira would say initially. The problem Safira had was the unusual times that she had off from the League. It was usually late at night, or in the early hours of the Morning. People tend to already be doing something at that time, if not sleeping. ”We probably have a few cold blooded mental cases… what’s an ‘evil’ organization without a few?”. Safira added with a chuckle. ”Jinx is a little… off… she thought I was an intruder one time – guess that’s what all the ‘black’ gets me, hmm?”. It was rather the odd encounter. ”Other ladies in the Squad seem fine though, from my little time with them. Sure they would come running if we was to throw them an invitation to our little spree”. Nightshade and Blackfire certainly seemed the types to enjoy some shopping, possibly Siren too. Nothing was certain.
”Happy to be that company”. Safira would say with a smile, moving around from the clothing rail she had been searching through. She stepped over towards where Rose was, stood with her arms casually folded across her chest. ”Oh my god, just go with those”. All of the shoes that Rose had tried on looked good, looked like they worked with the dress. Rose did seem awfully fussy about shoes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 21:06:58 GMT
"You never went shopping for shoes before have you?" Rose angled her ankle as she looked in the mirror "You need a shoe that makes your legs look longer and keeps your feet at the right angles. Also needs to look good with what else you are wearing. The wrong pair can destroy an outfit." People would never have figured Rose as a fashion expert but a Merc had too be able to conduct herself in any situation and that meant high society events. Hair was usually covering the eye patch but apart from that Rose could come across as a lady if she needed to be.
Satisfied with the shoes finally she made her way to find a garter belt, there was no way she was leaving her flask behind. It was one of the few things that actually meant something to her. Tugging the band up her leg she rotated it until it sat just right and tucked the flask into it. "Well that is accessories sorted."
Moving over to where Tay was currently looking Rose peered over the other girls shoulder "Anything decent? You can teleport anywhere, right? So no place can keep you out? High class ballroom thing. Pop. You are in? Can anything keep you out?" It was a double barrelled question really, Rose wanted to know the limits of her new ally. If Tay could literally teleport anywhere around the world at any time the options were pretty much limitless. Concerts, gigs and parties were all on the table not to mention the tactical options. Plus Rose needed to know the limits so she could prepare if things ever came to blows with the other girls or even the team. She was here because her father wanted her to be. She had no real loyalty to anyone else. Though as far as Rose was aware the Wilson's were in this for the long haul. The Light in her fathers eye was the big time, the ones with the most cash and the ones able to pay the bigger checks and push their rep into orbit.
Beside, she was sure the other members of the team would be all thinking the same way. Each of them had no real loyalty to each other besides what had brought them into the unit in the first place. Though if Rose could win them all round, that would be a big bonus for her. A group that was willing to aid her and have the ability to back her up would make jobs easier and that way she could escalate the ones she took to even bigger paid ones. Maybe even take on capes. Her dad would be so proud if she started collecting bounties on proper heroes. That gave Rose a nice warm feeling, and a drive to put that particular dream into action.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 9:46:58 GMT
Safira had never put so much thought into shoes as Rose seemed to. There were only two real factors that Safira cared for; A) That the shoes fit comfortably, and B) The shoes were fit for purpose. Sacrificing comfort for appearance was a no-no, unless one was talking about hitting the gym. Whether those few words helped or not, Rose seemed to up the pace and finally finished. ‘Finally’. Safira thought to herself with the news of completion.
All of a sudden, Safira would seemingly disappear from right in front of the eyes of Rose Wilson. It would undoubtedly come as a surprise, more so because Rose had only come to know Safira using portals. But yet, she disappeared in an instant with a small amount of pink smoke in her place. But where had she gone to? Well, Safira appeared a moment later stood behind Rose. In doing so, she slowly and subtly leaned forwards to whisper into the ear of Rose. ”POP ”. She was sure that she spooked her fellow assassin, hence why Safira returned to stand up straight to avoid any thrown back elbow strikes or whatever else. ”I can go pretty much wherever I want, whenever I want, in the blink of an eye”. She would add. Of course there was more to it than that, certain details that Safira wasn’t speaking of right now. For one, Rose didn’t ask, and therefore Safira felt no obligation to reveal to her the full scale of her powers.
Safira stepped away from Rose, walking about the store with a certain skip in her step as she admired a few things that were on view. Obviously it was done by design, intended to draw the attention of a shopper. ”So… you… ready to go?”. Safira would say, now turning to look back towards Rose. ”You know, before you have any second thoughts about the outfit”. Safira didn’t get it. Rose looked fine. More than fine, actually, she looked great. If Rose took a glance in the mirror, she would see that herself.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 21:13:10 GMT
As the girl vanished Rose tensed a little, without a bigger buzz there was no way she could predict where the assassin would turn up. The sudden presence was a little expected but it still sent a slight shiver up the woman's spine. That could be a really deadly ability if Tay wanted it to be, pop stab and gone.
"I shall have to keep that in mind, extra careful when I am showering, changing and so on." Rose gave a smirk at the girl from over her shoulder "Peeking Tay's could be bad for my privacy."
Giving herself a final look over in the mirror, complete with exaggerated swaying back and forth, tilts and turns before Rose nodded "So little patience, it's not like I get to shop that often. I could do this for hours if I get the chance. But seeing as you seem to be a bit of a spree virgin I'll take it easy on you and stick with what I have."
Playfully pouting Rose gathered up her clothes and pushed them into a bag she went to grab from behind the counter. Only stopping to attach the hilts to her energy blades to a black belt she proceeded to attach around her waist.
"Well I have my babies, my booze and a killer outfit. You look amazing, so I think we can progress to stage two of the evening. The dancing." Rose grinned wickedly "Hope that you enjoy loud music, though are you a rock or a club music sort of girl? I can with either, just as long as their as a thumping beat I can grind too I am in heaven." Dropping a second bag beside Tay for her own clothes Rose nodded "I mean we can go anywhere, no entry fees or stupid door policies. Though most of the best clubs aren't the big ones. They tend to be full of themselves as well as douche bag egotists that think they are gods gift to women on legs."
Giving the other girl some time to sort herself out Rose looked thoughtful "Its weird having to consider other people in my plans for the evening. Usually I just go and indulge myself until I get recalled. I never really thought about what other people might like to do or enjoy. Looks like I might end up learning something."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 11:24:43 GMT
Safira couldn’t help but smile at the comment Rose made about ‘Peeking Tay’. Fortunately though, it wasn’t something that neither Rose nor any other member of the Shadow Squad would have to concern themselves with. It was a non-issue, because the much more pressing concern would be that rather than peek, that Tay may in fact join in. But that’s not going to happen… is it?
Now in possession of a bag, Safira would move to put her former set of clothes inside, being sure to fold them up neatly as could be. ”D’awww, how sweet…”. Safira would say with a glance towards Rose. Safira tilted her head to one side slightly, a jesting cheesy smile for a moment than turned into a faint short lived laughter as Safira turned back to focus on packing her clothes away. ”Am I really having an effect on you already? That’s… cute”. She added. Safira was the opposite. Whilst Rose was used to being predominantly a solo act, Safira was not. More often than not she had her League of Shadows brethren with her, and thus one had to be conscious of what the group needed.
Eventually Safira was done with packing her clothes into the bag that Rose had given her. She gripped the handle tight, and stood up straight. Phase 2 of the evening was a ‘GO’. ”Fortunately for you, I don’t really have much of a preference... I’m more of a 'go with the flow' kind of girl”. It was a trait needed in the Shadows, you were to follow more than lead. ”So like, where do you want to go? Know of any gigs going on right about now? Or any good clubs you wanna hit up? After all, you’re the one who is more dressed up”. There were a few bands or artists that Safira would flat out say no to if Rose was to suggest them, but then chances of that are very slim indeed. ”What about that bar you mentioned before? That one with the guys in flowing red dresses… can’t let them steal your thunder”. Safira added. It had been a place of intrigue that Rose mentioned previously. Saffy kind of fancied checking it out, see if it was the weird and wonderful place that Rose had described.
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