The receptionist sighed with suffering. "Strange, these ones are quite popular." She grumbled something under her nose. "Well, you theoretically could use the same uniforms as Akimoto, but you would've to pay fine (large fine), and with no distinction between your groups, all sort of mess could come to be. There is a reason each group has a distinct uniform. Not to mention, if your organisation grows, you can create subdivisions with different uniforms." She looked at the picture. "Ah, so you choose 'Noob, please' uniform?"
“I will not pay money to use symbols for a clan I OWN.” Aggravated at the idea of needing to pay a fine more, she reluctantly had to swallow it. “....Fine. Yes, that one.” Equally exasperated, she figured she could make new divisions eventually with some proper outfits. These people wouldn’t even really be much more than rookie members instead of full fledged ninja anyway. “Is that all?”
{took some time to find those - if you have something else in mind, do post} The woman gulped. "Well, it's easier if someone brought their ideas..." She shuffled through the folder. "Here." As Vixen looked through the folder, she found following propositions Spoiler: Barely anything Spoiler: Whip it up Spoiler: Leather! I see Leather! Spoiler: Leather and stockiongs Spoiler: Best armour
(Appreciate you taking the time) Vixen looks over the options, before pointing to the third. "Ooh, I like that one."
(Please update your sheet. The uniforms, the base and number of minions) "All from my side." The woman said in a bored tone. "Here is the address of base and login to the chatroom. Here is the area around which you can work - if someone robs your turf, be sure to let us know. The minions will be at the base tomorrow." She then waved her hand, shooing Nikki. "Number 12 345!" She called.
Collecting her things, she was eager to get a move on. Not really much to work with yet...but she’d manage in the end. Her first priority would be to investigate the base and her set up. Just barely a foothold for now, but a mountain in time.
@moonblack Elisabeth, nay, Mistress Victory, wished she was somewhere else. Nay, she was in EVA, that was alright. She had business here. But why was she sitting between a moving blob - that was slimy in ALL THE WRONG WAYS, and eldritch horror, at which she refused to look at. The tentacles! It gave her all the wrong ideas. "Number 12 345!" Finally! Mistress Victory gt up and quickly walked to the receptionist, moving past a (@Auraicide) tin-can woman with can openers attached. She sat in front of some slow receptionist. "Good morning" It isn't good "welcome to EVA" you aren't welcome "How can I help you." go and die. Elisabeth could swear that the woman was mumbling something under her nose, but that must have been her imagination.
“Hello, miss,” Mistress Victory gave a fake smile to the receptionist “You could pretend to be doing your job properly” she mumbled under her breath, just low enough to leave the woman wondering if she had really said anything “I am here to register. Here's all the necessary paperwork.” She had prepared it all ahead of time, so she just handed it over.
{you are welcome} The receptionist steamed seeing the uniform. "Of-of course." She shuffled through the documents. "You are assigned a base in an abandoned warehouse near the docks. I understand that you want to have an all-female crew?" the woman asked, raising her eyes to look at Vixen, then immediately lowering her eyes with a blush on her cheeks.
Nikki found herself in the place that was her base. It was just a normal street. She looked around, an following the instructions, she disappeared into side alleys - empty, dark and stinking. Then she found herself in front of the entrance to her base - a manhole cover.
Looking at Vixen, the receptionist sees that the villain's eyes are fixed on her breasts. "Male, female, as long as they're good at what they do. As for the warehouse, I don't mind." She smiles.
"Goodie." The receptionist in a deadpan voice. "Pease define the theme of your organisation, it's statute and the uniform of your minions." Se said as she started looking through the paperwork.
This was humiliating on way too many levels. Someone would need to take those EVA wannabe villains down a peg. But priorities first. She had a laundry list of more pressing matters to take cate of first, as she opened up the cover and descended down into her base, grateful for her armor to shield her from any of the worse elements here.
“Seducing and corrupting people, mainly women, especially magical girls,” and one magical girl in particular “For uniforms I will go with maids – will make it easier for heroes to underestimate my servants. Obviously, I would prefer female underlings, though men are fine too – if they can make the uniform look good on them and don't mind crossdressing...” She shrugged.
She jumped down into the sewer, performing the 'hero super landing (TM)' - and as usual, she managed it flawlessly... only the floor was wet. Great, now she had her knees wet from sewage. As she made her way deeper, she found a large chamber with several rooms attached. The structure was remodelled, to serve as a base, with a large river - that is sewage running through the middle of the chamber. There was even a bridge over it. Even the smell was not that bad. The problem was, the place was bare. There was nothing. A pity Nikki had no money left for Ikea shopping... Maybe it was the first place to be robbed then?
The woman's face covered with blush as she noticed were Vixen's eyes were pointed. "Okay - hm" She cought. "Here is the address of base and login to the chatroom. You can operate around that area here - if someone robs your turf, be sure to let us know. We shall meditate and or the guilty party. The minions will be at the base tomorrow." She said as she slid the papers to Vixen.
The receptionist nodded. "For the base, you will be assigned a laundry facility." She said as she started writing down the address. "Do you have maybe a picture of uniform, or should I give you propositions from our catalogue?"
Vixen takes the papers, and slides the woman a piece of paper of her own, this one emblazoned with a phone number. Vixen winks, before telling the woman "Thanks for your help, sweetie." If that's all, Vixen goes to take a look at her new base.
Vixen arrives at the place, the unmistakable smell of the see is lightly hanging in the air... the stench of seaweed, algae, fish - both alive and decomposing can be smelled. The building itself is a large warehouse, that looks as if it was about to fall apart. Many glasses are broken and the roof seems to be missing in a few places. From outside - it does look... well, it certainly blends into area. Yeah, look on the bright side. Positive thoughts.
Vixen looks around the place with a sigh, but doesn't get too disheartened. All it'll take to fix this place up is money, and that's not hard to get. Maybe I'll rob a bank, or find a rich married man to sink my teeth into. The young villain feels herself grow excited at both ideas. Some Roman pillars, a statue of Venus, a stripper pole or three, and this place will be beautiful.
