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Jul 14, 2024 21:35:17 GMT
Post by lafey on Jul 14, 2024 21:35:17 GMT
It was a slow day, like any other. Nothing really stood out in what Lafey needed to do in her itinerary though the constant drivel of living everyday without the excitement of her previous work meant that the odd request for help coming in was something that was certainly worth investigating! Her phone showed help from a player somewhere in the UK, requiring help for a mission that was around her own level. Perfect chance to go and get her feet wet once more. "Let's see what we've got in store for today, then." The frenchwoman garbed herself in her best robes, a weapon she had for protection and then accepted the request. After taking one last long drink of some lowly tasting wine, she accepted the transportation to the mission site. Back once again somewhat near her home, or closer than it would have been for her tastes. Lafey swung around to be faced with the rolling countryside of the United Kingdom. Her eyes scanned over the horizon with her natural visage of disdain plastered against her face. It certainly did look like the countryside, which was the exact place she had been trying to avoid. Nearby her position, a woman dressed in a prison uniform enjoyed the sweet taste of nicotine in private. It wasn't exactly the kind of brand that Lafey would have be caught smoking, especially considering her tastes in the cancer sticks before the world had turned into shit. She walked along, her fur coat draped over her shoulders with the sleeves swinging behind her, hands resting on her sides while her eyes remained locked on the other woman. "Enjoying your newfound freedom, love?" A voice sweetened in an accent so French, Lafey would have offered her a walking tour of the Eiffel Tower. She smiled, her resting bitch face attempting its best summation of the emotion "playful" while coming to rest before Esther. "I'm not a woman happy to be handling beasts, but the secondary objective was something I've not seen before. Just loaded into the game and already planning to get back into the life of crime? You certainly know how to make a first impression~"Her hands crossed just underneath her chest, a stoic, angry looking woman managing to force a sly grin. "Lafey. Charmed to meet you."Esther Estrada-Levin | Tristan Wu |
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Post by lafey on Jul 12, 2024 2:42:47 GMT
Weapon or Armor? Weapon [break]
What did you roll? 18 [break][break]
Discord Name: Masharum [break]
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Post by lafey on Dec 29, 2023 6:04:46 GMT
Another voice came from behind the walls outside of the shop but still in the building. Good, it meant she wasn't wasting her time here. Lafey drummed her fingers on the counter before some footsteps approached. A smaller silhoutte emerged from whatever was behind the corner of the front counter. Her hair reminded Lafey of Jeanne-Marie's, that same sort of pink style curled in on itself. But beyond that were her features, the accessories! All of which had been captured by the woman's sight! The glasses that were halfway down her nose only to be pushed back and fumbled with. The slight accent of the Queen's English that clung to her apology for taking so long back there. Even that little attire that looked more suited for a Librarian than it did somebody running a shop. Lafey could feel her heart bursting behind that permanent scowl that seized her features. She just wanted to lift this tiny woman up and squeeze her as hard as she could. That little nerdish smile was just adorable! She instinctively raised Vanilla's hand up (if allowed!) and brought it to her lips. "Je suis désolé mon impolitesse." Lafey said, gently pressing her lips against it. Her tongue flicked inside of her mouth, switching back to English so that the conversation could be more proper. "I've heard about your marvelous gift with mystery boxes and wanted to purchase one. Focusing on a weapon, specifically a melee weapon."vanilla |
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Post by lafey on Dec 29, 2023 4:53:32 GMT
The door to the quiet shop opened as Lafey stepped on through. The businesswoman had still been recovering from the full month of being stuck as some high school cringey tier accent that couldn't speak without sounding straight out of the worst slang imaginable. Regardless, she pushed into the store and glanced around at the decor. It was too plain looking for her likings. Like something straight out of some medieval item shop. Maybe it was what she was going for, but Lafey couldn't care less. She was only here for what this woman could do. She pursed her lips in disgust and stood before the counter. "Is anyone in here?" she called in a French accent that was free of its former American gutterspeak. "I'm waiting..."vanilla |
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Nov 13, 2023 22:04:46 GMT
Post by lafey on Nov 13, 2023 22:04:46 GMT
Lafey felt her head being pulled in closer to meet with Panya's gaze. The one meek looking woman had suddenly gotten an ego boost and went to raise her voice against her. Under normal circumstances, Lafey would start swinging if somebody had talked to her like this. But for whatever reason, she lacked the will to pull away. It was as if she was frozen in place in fear. This wanna be school teacher had her pinned in place as Lafey tried to pull her cheeks free.
"Fine, fine! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Whether Panya let go or she managed to pull away, Lafey freed herself and looked over at Dee Dee. She pouted and hesitated to say anything but eventually spat out what she had been forced to say. ”My bad about the doubt, bestie. I didn't mean to snatch your weave about it. Your pets are pretty baller though." With that apology over, Lafey turned back to Panya for her blessing before they came to be interrupted by two other newcomers.
Much like herself, they too had gotten unlucky enough to roll the makeover perk and managed to get themselves changed into a form that seemed to be chosen at random. The first was some ferocious looking tiger guy. He was a blend between a tiger and man that looked like some scientific experiment that some mad scientist who spent too much time inside made. The second woman had gotten the better stick than she had. Here she was dressed as a princess while Lafey was some bimbo dressed as a cheerleader.
”I see you two got slicked up by Earth-chan too." Lafey said. She felt better since she wasn't the only miserable person now. Something about misery loving company and all. ”So how come you guys ain't talking all wack? FML, shit ain't fair. Nice to meet you though, besties~ I'm Lafey."
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Post by lafey on Nov 8, 2023 23:21:31 GMT
"Like, how the fuck do you think I am when I'm stuck as some glizzy bimbo!" Lafey said to Dee Dee and motioned to herself. It was done with a little amount of joy, maybe more than she had wanted. Nobody would actually want to be stuck like this! Why couldn't somebody else be this girl but her?! Lafey was supposed to be refined, not shrieking about whatever teens did these days. Panya did explain a little bit more about the mission she was on. Or if it was given one from the system. It did seem like a more productive use of her time than to stay sitting here. But Lafey scoffed at Dee Dee's words. "It wouldn't be a torii gate if it was made out of stone and in Europe. Who TF even likes those shitass stones anyway? Shit looks wack as hell." Lafey turned back to Panya and continued to try and goad her into tagging along. "C'moooon! I promise I'll shut up! No more glizz or rizz or whatever! You got the receipts, sis! If Earth-chan's able to make life a fucking pain in the ass, you're deffo gunna need the besties for back up. Dee Dee's busy with her guild things anyway. But me? I'm free! We can just vibe at a shrine and find you some ice."Panya did agree after a long time of thinking. But she was bringing Dee Dee along as well? "This ain't it. What if those summons start turning on us the moment we get there? I'm not finna find out if I can take an overgrown ant, a freaky ass ball with arms and legs and...whatever wask ass shit she's got."deedee panya
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Post by lafey on Nov 8, 2023 1:19:52 GMT
"What? You snatched a weapon while I get stuck with THIS?!" Lafey gestured to herself. She wanted to yell and scream and just punching something but all that seemed to come from her was the pout of somebody younger than she was. "FR, I'm big mad rn." She swung around and crossed her arms to pace around before finally spotting the familiar sight of a small woman and her freaky pets. At spotting the trio, Lafey felt herself freaking out more. "Augh! Not you! I can't be seen like this!" She hid behind Panya in some attempt to hide herself from Dee Dee. This was already torture enough! Now this little creature and her gaggle of beasts was going to never let her live this down. She did take another peak at Panya's next visit on her world tour. It was nice to see another fine woman who could appreciate the gifts of the natural world. Even if she was not of a sound mind to appreciate any of it. "Uh, duh. Those are torii. You see these little bitches when going up to sacred sites. Hella impressive when they're by the sunset. But like you said, those hypebeast creatures also get through 'em! 'Course, that's just how they gas the tourists up. Hey..." There was a faint look in her eyes. Something that could take her mind off of things that had befallen her. "If you want, I ride with you through your little adventure. Imma stan of ancient ass places like this. Mostly cuz my work's always wanting something inside. Those bougie ass old fucks always wanna cap something that's in some ancient ass tomb. And you seem like the type to get shook. Help me help you on G."deedee panya
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Post by lafey on Nov 6, 2023 8:47:21 GMT
She managed to stop the woman! Lafey was already on a roll like this! Once Panya was finally willing to give her the time of day, she stopped before going ahead and blabbing her big fat mouth and possibly scaring her off. If she was going to speak in the worst language ever uttered, there had to be something she could do to be direct as possible. "Sure can, bestie! Ya know that Halloween roulette thingy? The one you get cool swag from? If you spun it yet, what did you get from it?" Lafey leaned in with her eyes looking in on Panya's soul. She really was interested in what other possible prizes there were from this thing. Even if it was kind of a fickle thing. Being called to Panya smelled good though. Something was making her really want to run to the nearest coffee store for something pumpkiny! Panya's request to pretend like it never happened was met with pushback from her. "No way! Look, I need your help. I spun that roulette thing and won a makeover and now I'm deadass extra. Like, seriously! I can't get any of this off and I'm stuck talking like this! I gotta keep it 100, I'm about to have a menty b if I can't figure out how to take this...fucking shit off!"The last portion had broken free of whatever filter had been placed on her. Lafey felt a little better, like "smashing a window out of teenage angst" better, but she wasn't do anything productive. Her hand went to Panya's arm as she gave her the puppy eyes, quivering lips. The works. "Sorry. I'm, like, heated AF. Trying to talk all basic is, like, just making me wanna yeet my phone across this country. I reeeeeeally don't want to be like for the rest of this month. You'd be my fucking GOAT if you found me a way out of this. I'll do whatever you want. I'm supposed to be boujee, not some ditzy ah CEO of Cringe!"In her madness, Lafey had gotten close enough to Panya to spy around the folder in her other hand. Her eyes recognized some of the notes present. She had been a big proponent of the supernatural, especially eastern demons and folklore. Grabby hands pulled the folder to her to get a better view. "Are those, like, torii? You some kind of tourist to put stuff on the Insta?" She said but squinted. "These look kinda sus though. Where'd you cap these at, oomfie?"deedee panya |
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Post by lafey on Nov 5, 2023 6:04:41 GMT
It was useless. She could pull and pull this cheerleader skirt and top all she wanted but no matter how much force was applied, they wouldn't come off. Lafey tried another go at tapping the screen she was on with more and more force. Yet the locked icon still applied itself to her actual clothing. In Lafey's fury, she hadn't noticed the small audience of people that were around her. By the time she had tired herself out, she was sitting on the floor and trying to think of her next plan. "Ugh, I'm finna burst a blood vein if I keep this up. I'm gunna smash that little pixel shit when I get my hands on him." Lafey had not noticed Dee Dee just yet. She pushed herself off of the ground and looked down at her attire with a frown. It was kind of cute, in a way that a highschooler might find one of those teenage actors cute. "I guess it ain't such an L." Lafey brushed the dirt and viscera off of her skirt and rocked her hips around to feel the inner material around her legs. At least there was a form fitting pair of shorts underneath. "Lowkey, I might like this. Kind of a glow up for me." She struck a few poses to play around with her new look. Something just to take her mind off of things. It was different compared to the long and flowing dresses Lafey had grown accustomed to. Maybe it was another side effect of the costume, but it did comfort her a little to feel kind of cute like this. It was just a shame that her eyes met a woman holding a cup of coffee from afar. Lafey's cheeks turned a dark red color as her cheer routine segment had been discovered. She didn't know what had come over her to be so silly in front of people. Especially for a woman trying to start an illegal business! "Kyaaa! Caught in 4k! Shit..." Before the embarrassment settled into her chest too hard, a thought ran through Lafey's blonde and bubbly head. She must have did that roulette as well! But she wasn't in a costume either. What did she win? She could get some info about what possible prizes people could win. "I can get the tea and and see the Earth-chan drops. Two birds with one stone!" Lafey took off in a dead sprint to Panya. It was a little easier than it normally was in heels, thankfully. Lafey was about halfway before the shouts started. "Hey, bestie! Wait up! Don't ghost me!"deedeepanya |
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Post by lafey on Nov 4, 2023 0:46:35 GMT
The chat window with Earth-chan opened up to display the avatar of this world talking to her. While the threat was taken with the utmost seriousness given her host's penchant for ruining days, this time appeared to be far more sinister. Windows of her inventory and status screens opened themselves in front of her. Her phone didn't register her tapping the exit buttons to try and stop whatever it was doing. Another window opened that was a reflection of herself looking annoyed at the events that were starting to unfold.
"This isn't funny. Get out of my phone and my system." Lafey said as she was still trying to close windows in a fruitless errand. Just as her attention was drawn to the status window, a chine let her know that new things had been deposited into her inventory. The selection moved by itself as the name and icon made themselves known to her. Just by the preview and names, she knew that this was something far past cruel and inhumane. It could be…
"No." Lafey said at the name popping up. "No, we are not going there. I refuse to be dressed up for some perverted little AI." Her finger hammered on the close button on the inventory, but the selection window popped up. Her heart sank into her chest at what it went to next. Equip and Replace. Her anger was fleeting, becoming more frantic "Nononono, you fucking piece of trash!" A click to accept the transfer of the items became known to her.
Her comfortable and flowing dress was replaced with a cheerleader's top. One that exposed more of her toned tummy and lower torso. It was humiliating to be seen with this one, the side causing her to remain in awe at what this was doing to her. Worse yet, her dress that had been placed back in her inventory was now locked behind a gray bar with a padlock icon. This covered her from the waist down with a matching skirt. By some luck, it was her size but just humiliating to be caught in.
"Just spawn a boss or something! Throw me in a jail cell! Anything but this!"
Her hands wrapped themselves around a set of colorful pom poms and didn't want to let go no matter how much Lafey wanted to crush them under her heel turned sneaker. Even her hair wasn't spared from the change. It twisted up and lightened from a drab black into a bright blonde color. It even styled itself to part some of the woman's bangs. Once the makeover had completed, Lafey looked to the window acting as a way to check over her appearance. What she was greeted by horrified her.
She looked like some bubbly little bimbo that was on her way to a high school homecoming game! The Cheerleader uniform was form fitting and exposed her stomach to the elements. It was toned but lacked the visible muscle that many people had gained from the physical exercise that required it. Every part of this get up pissed her off the more little details she discovered. The pink and blue manicure, the pastel face paint, nothing was free from her ire. Lafey gasped at her reflection as her hands pulled at both cheeks to see if this was some sort of magic.
"O.M.G.! You made me into a total floozie!!!"
Her mouth hung agape at what had come out while a soft chirping came from the chat window. Earth-chan laughed at her plight in his chat window that infuriated her. "What the fucksies?! Why am I, like, talking like some boy obsessed teenager?" Her painted nails slammed against the equipment screen to put her original attire back on. The attempt was met by an error window alongside a lockout period that lasted…until the end of the month?!
"Whaddya mean I'm stuck like this for a month?! You expect me to just walk around like this? Gimme a reroll or something, this lowkey fucking suuuuucks!"
The window closed out and all that was left for Lafey to see was her costumed reflection. It was like every worst fear of hers rolled up into one package and opened in front of her. Another frustrated stomping session in front of her later, Lafey groaned and looked down at her phone. Ugh, this was going to be a worse month than the time she had a bounty on her head. "…I'm really gunna be like this for a whole fucking month. Imma beef with Earth-chan after I get back to normal, no cap. I gotta get this drip off me." Lafey couldn’t understand half of what she said. Every additional bit of slang confused her more and more. She pulled at the costume and went to try and select any option on her menu to remove this suit.
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Post by lafey on Nov 3, 2023 2:56:40 GMT
It was a day, much like any other. The world was a little with the celebration of the autumn harvest. "Just another day in the game. Not a skull that needs fracturing." Now Lafey wasn't the type of person to really get into the season being a workaholic on top of trying to re-enter the market of selling unlicensed, dangerous weapons. But she did appreciate a good pumpkin spice coffee. She sat in the middle of a park in London, much too busy with the many parks there and scrolling on her phone to view the group chats and other various discussions of E2C. It was a pretty slow day all around. Nothing much that required her attention, on top of just going around and sightseeing. A spooky chime came from her phone as a banner was posted to everybody from Earth-chan. It was time to celebrate the season of spookiness! A roulette game was posted for every player to participate in. It offered fairly useful powers, but also ones that were a bit of a detriment. The results were unable to be seen, so gauging if it was worth her time wasn’t possible. Her finger hovered over the spin button as she looked at her screen. "I don’t suppose there’s harm in a free spin." Lafey pressed down on the button as the screen’s display changed to the roulette spinning in circles. Once, twice, three times. WHIRRRRRIt began to slow down as the names of the prizes became faintly visible to her. The merchant clad in black leaned back in her seat and wanted to see what result she would end up with. It didn’t take long before the arrow landed on a portion of the wheel nearly above the middle of the halfway mark. The prize flashed up on her screen. 🎊CONGRATULATIONS!🎊
YOU'VE WON: MISCHIEVOUS MAKEOVER The result puzzled Lafey. "Mischievous Makeover?" She couldn't even make sense of what that could be. Was she going to get some kind of makeup set or something? Knowing how much the system enjoyed not pulling its punches with the rest of them stuck in here, it could be anything. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" |
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Post by lafey on Nov 1, 2023 9:45:42 GMT
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Post by lafey on Oct 18, 2023 5:44:47 GMT
"Take the hint! Get off of me!" Lafey wasn’t having a good time so far in the mission. She was now down a dress and being nibbled on by beings that could have doubled as marketable plushes in some other alternate universe. Pulling them didn’t even get them off of her. They latched onto the fabric and refused to let go. Now at her limit, Lafey took measures into her own hands. She slid her arms out of her dress sleeves and pushed the neckline downwards until her arms were free. Her now bare arms grabbed a hold of one of the stonks as the other held the copied version of Mikael’s blade. She’d skewer the poor stonk on the blade and swing wildly at the other. Once it was off of her sleeve, Lafey tied her sleeves around her waist so as to not get in the way. Then it was onto her crusade of pest control. She stomped on the shelf close to her and chased after some of the rats that were scurrying away. Her sword swung against the sides of boxes of varying items. It didn’t matter what could be in these things as long as these little annoyances were dealt with. Those around her didn’t fare much better. For each one that was taken care of, another one was willing to take its place. "Is anybody else getting tired of these things? How far along are we in this?"Mikael deedee Arcana @andrihrmnir Kathryne Karlberg
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Post by lafey on Oct 6, 2023 4:55:52 GMT
Mission Name: What's Best Left Unpaid[break]
Repeatable? Y [break]
Mission Rank: E [break]
Mission Location: Unison Central [break]
Description: A couple of clients doing business with E2C have been having trouble finding the time to repay some old loans. You’re used to this sort of thing. Why don’t you solve this problem? [break]
Death Enabled? N[break]
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Sept 30, 2023 20:06:25 GMT
Post by lafey on Sept 30, 2023 20:06:25 GMT
The first few stocks were dealt with rather quickly. La Fey could handle herself even with a shoddy weapon. Heavens know what kinds of scenarios she found herself in with a broken pipe, three hit men and a dream. But for every little rat one person would manage to catch and dispose of, another three took their place. Weapons slashed at these little vermin who were now employing some of the items contained in the boxes to fight back against their attackers. This was turning into quite the spectacle indeed. "This entire warehouse is just a spawning ground at this point. " Lay Fey commented dryly. The copy of Kael's sword pierced through some stray Her pep talk to Arcana hadn't gone unnoticed but what surprised her was the sweet, bookish hero that was Mikael teasing this woman to unload everything she had onto him. It could be a fool seeking to go down in a blaze of glory or that he knew he could take whatever hit him. La Fey had a feeling that he was stronger than his bumbling hero act let on. It was cute, in a way. Arcana then wasted no time having her jester friend explode. Colorful plumes of fire scorched some of the stones along with some of the goods on the shelves. More skewered stonks were stabbed through her blade that were scraped off using the edge of her heel. Everyone else was faring a little bit better than her. It made La Fey mumble a choice of colorful words to herself regarding Earth-chan giving her a class without any way to hit multiple enemies at once. "If I had my handgun, this would be over in seconds." She complained to herself. As soon as she got that firearms license in the shop, all of her problems were going to be solved. Until then, La Fey found herself being chomped on by a rather brave duo of stonks. Her hands were prying them away while at the same time, trying to crush their casings. "This was an original piece, you filthy rats!"MikaeldeedeeArcana@andrihrmnir Kathryne Karlberg |
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