Stalking Prey [Event-Level Mission Travel]
Dec 8, 2014 21:10:22 GMT -7
Post by The Bearer of Bad News on Dec 8, 2014 21:10:22 GMT -7
Travel with her chaperone was done over the main road, through the grassland area. Schatzi had no intention of hiding herself for now, and indeed wanted to be something that passers by would remember. The more flamboyant, the less they would focus on the things that mattered for positive identification. Stand out enough to blend in. A psychological trick she'd perfected dealing with these mindless radishes. Besides, she'd left her headband behind, and if they were smart so would her companion have.
Undoing certain hidden fastenings, the inner folds of her shorts cascaded down to become full length pants. She could make them longer, but not yet. The same treatment was given to her top, which she unbuttoned to expose the pale skin beneath. She tucked the bottom few inches into the rest and fastened it, so that it hung just beneath her ribs. When she grew taller later, as she intended to, it would sit even higher on her chest. It was doubtful the cloth would even reach fully past her breasts. Which was of course the entire point - distraction. She did set a long loop from behind one side to hook onto a button however, to secure the half-top in its position. It would be improper to allow it to flutter freely when she wore nothing beneath it. Then again, that might be entertaining in its own way. She undid the loop again.
About her waist was a utility belt filled with small throwing knives, same as the harness encircling her abdomen. The robe and hooded cloak she wore were of course opened behind her shoulders to reveal the modified outfit, but these too concealed an array of knives, as well as a soldier pill, a pair of binoculars, unenhanced regular goggles, a multi-tool, wireless radio, lensatic compass, and a pair of high quality goggles with several features. She also had a smoke pipe with some white cave star pipeweed and a 50 ml vial of silverthorn poison, but considering it wasn't legal for someone of her official age to possess such things she was keeping that on the quiet. Hooked onto her belt was a superior-grade folding boomerang of average size as well as a hand axe at the opposite hip. A small reel of wire sat at the rear just above her buttocks.
The pair would have to duck off to the side later of course, but only when they were closer. A roadhouse would be an ideal place. Yes, a plan was already forming in her mind for how to approach this mission.
-Travelling to Earth Country after Natsy posts-
Undoing certain hidden fastenings, the inner folds of her shorts cascaded down to become full length pants. She could make them longer, but not yet. The same treatment was given to her top, which she unbuttoned to expose the pale skin beneath. She tucked the bottom few inches into the rest and fastened it, so that it hung just beneath her ribs. When she grew taller later, as she intended to, it would sit even higher on her chest. It was doubtful the cloth would even reach fully past her breasts. Which was of course the entire point - distraction. She did set a long loop from behind one side to hook onto a button however, to secure the half-top in its position. It would be improper to allow it to flutter freely when she wore nothing beneath it. Then again, that might be entertaining in its own way. She undid the loop again.
About her waist was a utility belt filled with small throwing knives, same as the harness encircling her abdomen. The robe and hooded cloak she wore were of course opened behind her shoulders to reveal the modified outfit, but these too concealed an array of knives, as well as a soldier pill, a pair of binoculars, unenhanced regular goggles, a multi-tool, wireless radio, lensatic compass, and a pair of high quality goggles with several features. She also had a smoke pipe with some white cave star pipeweed and a 50 ml vial of silverthorn poison, but considering it wasn't legal for someone of her official age to possess such things she was keeping that on the quiet. Hooked onto her belt was a superior-grade folding boomerang of average size as well as a hand axe at the opposite hip. A small reel of wire sat at the rear just above her buttocks.
The pair would have to duck off to the side later of course, but only when they were closer. A roadhouse would be an ideal place. Yes, a plan was already forming in her mind for how to approach this mission.
-Travelling to Earth Country after Natsy posts-