Leaning over ever so slightly so she's closer to being eye-to-eye with Nadya (and only an inch or two outside of very personal space), Erika says, "Oh come on now. It'll be fun! You shoot 'em in the head, I kick 'em in the balls, and that's that. We might even be besties by the time it's over." Her tone of voice makes it pretty clear she is being sarcastic with that last part.
Nadya pursed her lips irritably before looking at The Director. "Now that we know what team I'm going to be on. I don't think I need to be here anymore. I'll be in my room." The teen pulled the hood off of her head and left her hair flow freely as she put her hands into her hoodie pockets and walked to the door. "Let me know when we're leaving."
Erika watched Nadya go as she stood back up again. Damn, she was kind of cute too now that she had gotten a better look. She walked over to Seres, waiting to see how the boss reacted to her offer before saying anything more.
Alicia kind of wanted to talk to Nadya, but was aware that the girl could only learn through experience of just how much the idea of teamwork wasn't just buzz words to be thrown around. She kind of wondered if she made the right choice, since she wouldn't be able to keep on her, especially since looking at her reminded her a little bit of her daughter. But that left the other one on her team, so she could at least keep an eye on one. Of course, the issue being that club scenes weren't really for her. Giving a look to the director, she still remained looking friendly. "I'd like to learn more about you and what you do here, later." Making the suggestion to speak later, she decided it was best to start preparing for her mission. "I'm a little old too blend into these places, but there might be something. I'll be...getting dress up." There was a slight flush of embarrassment while saying it. Excusing herself, she began to walk away to get ready.
@moonblack The director gives a nod. "I have no qualms with this arrangement. Good luck." Heading back to her room in the dormitory, she soon hears a knock on her door. A friendly woman in a business suit hands her a dry cleaning bag, and going through it, Alicia finds clothes that are, as promised, in her size. There are many outfits for her to choose from, but all share the common characteristic of being short, tight, dark, and very revealing. In her room, Nadya sees that her prized weapon has been prepared and laid out on the bed, though it's unloaded, with no ammunition in sight.
“Alright, so what are we using for transportation to the location where the imps are?” Seres asked the obvious question.
"We'll transport you into LA via helipcopter, after which a car will take you to the warehouse." The director responds in an even tone. "Normally, we handle our transportation in a more subtle manner, but for obvious reasons, an imp infestation is a matter better handled with speed than with discretion."
Nadya sighed in relief at the reappearance of her weapon. With a shrug, she unzipped her hoodie and tossed it onto a nearby chair as she revealed a navy blue tank top underneath. "Well, better make myself at home. I feel like I'll be staying here for a while." She would tend to her gun in a moment, but first she went to her bag and pulled out one of her joints and a lighter to ignite it with. Once lit, she sat cross-legged on the bed and began a thorough inspection of her rifle to ensure that everything was still in functioning order and nothing was out of place and to enjoy her smoke.
“Okay... I take it we will be going out soon, since time is of the essence?” Haven't traveled with a helicopter before. Hopefully it will be a pleasant experience... And good to hear that the last part of the trip will be by car – I'd hate to try dropping down from a helicopter into a demon-infested warehouse...
As she took a look at all the clothes, she was already feeling embarrassed just looking at them, let alone the idea of putting them on. Was this really standard agent apparel? Luckily, she did manage to find one outfit that looked like a normal woman's clothes. She had to look really hard to find it. Apparently whoever was in charge of these arrangements seemed really determined to see her expose herself. Satisfied with making a sane person's choice, she began the relatively easy process of removing her church outfit. First, her fingers went to unfastening and sliding off her habit, her long brown hair flowing freely, and just a bit messy. Finding the mirror in her room, she used it to get a look of herself still dressed in her nun garb. Facing away from the mirror, then turning her head so she could get a look at seeing how the fabric hugged against her breasts and ass. Her wide hips forcing a slight sway, which made her flush more, now that she had a proper understanding of what the men in church were looking at when she walked through the aisles. Her own nun outfit, seemed to only manage to highlight the curves on the body which it definitely wasn't supposed to. If she was actually trying to show off.... Letting her dress fall down and leaving her in nothing but a black bra and panties, that also did a poor job of keeping her areas covered, she felt a need to get changed quickly, while letting her ass stick out towards the mirror a bit as she began to slide the sweater she found over her top half. Sitting on the bed for a moment, she took the pants she found, she began to slide them on, with some difficulty to get the tight pair to work with the size of her ass. They had her size, but they didn't seem to take into account her exact measurements. Eventually after a few minutes of struggle, perseverance paid off to mange to finally button them up. With the ordeal over, she now went through the process of straightening out her hair and checking herself out again...which made her blush. "I picked the nicest thing they have and it still..." Was it even possible for her body to make any clothes look normal? She had picked the most conservative thing she could find and yet, even tucked away in her sweater, her breasts refused to stay unnoticed, keeping the outline of them visible even if she hadn't meant to. But she had to admit...she did look nice, all body issues aside. Taking another minute to examine, she did keep one piece of her old outfit. In her hands, she held the silver cross necklace she wore in her sister garb. She couldn't leave that behind. Tying the necklace back around her neck, it made her look a slight bit more innocent, though it still couldn't distract from that body she tried to hide under plain clothes. Finished getting dressed, she gathered up her standard gear and exited her room to rejoin the rest of her new team hoping they hadn't tried heading out already while she was getting changed.
Erika reached out to lightly slap Seres on the shoulder... though given her strength, even a light slap had a little force behind it. "Welcome aboard," she said, "I'm glad to see I'm not the only one eager to get out there."
"E-eh... uhm." Melissa was at a loss. She didn't expect a choice in the assignments, though they both sounded important. She knew she'd be out of place in a bar. "I'll go with the extermination team." She replied, even as everyone else already gave their answer.
"You have ten minutes to prepare." The director nods. "Any other questions before we wrap this up?" The woman nods to Melissa. "Good luck." @Daylan @Mazoku @merkros @Auraicide The group all hear a voice over the intercom, telling them to be at the helipad in ten minutes. They recieve ammunition for their weapons, and then the group is herded into a large helicopter that seems more for military use than for civilians, and soon the chopper lifts off. They fly over the deserts, badlands and country towns of California, as the sun goes down in the windows, before finally, they see the bright lights of Los Angeles in the background. The chopper lands in an abandoned parking lot, and the group is herded out. There, the only cars parked, sit two black four wheel drives. The drivers, burly men in suits, exit their vehicles, and look over the group. One man says "Extermination team, here." The other says "This car for the extraction team."
Excited at her very first helicopter ride, Melissa's anxiety at the thought of killing was slightly relieved. But after reminding herself on the reason she's doing this, her resolve returned just before they landed. Melissa heads to the car for the extermination team.
Alicia made the mental note that their means of travel indicated some decent amount of resources, but that wasn't surprising. It was unlikely to expect something like a Valkyrie Tank. It made her think of how different the society was to her own. The Templar's had no shortage of weapons and resources. However, there wasn't a lot of means to use them. As effective as carpet bombing might be against demons, the result would be way too much news attention worldwide that would make their work much harder than it needs to be. Even while their resources weren't truly infinite, the churches had a LOT of money. These people seemed to prefer a comparatively quieter and more practical approach. She still wasn't sure how she felt about it. Especially when she was dressed...like this. She still had to wait for her team however, politely asking the driver to hold up and silently hoping the rest would gather soon. As she waited, she took a look to Melissa who was ready to leave with her group. "Be safe!" She offered some encouragement, while she was left waiting for her own group.
James entered the car for the extraction team. @Auraicide As he looked at Alicia's attire for the club, he had to chuckle, 'Are you intending to apply as Mr Hipper's secretary?'
She sat in the car, across from him. The way she sat with her hands folded, and her still wearing the silver cross necklace, made it painfully obvious how poor her personality went with these clubs. “This was the only thing that didn’t show any skin.” She gave the answer, somewhat embarrassed. “I thought it looked nice when I picked it out.”
'I'm not saying it doesn't suit you, you look good in that outfit,' James smiled, 'It's just not what most women would wear to a Goth club like Delirium.'
“There was also that dress where you could see just...everything. I couldn’t go out dressed like that.” She was a little stunned by modern outfits on a level. “...and I kind of thought this was being pretty daring.” The mother blushed, making it apparent just how awkward she found the idea of dressing herself up to be in the first place. “I’d be lying if I said these clubs were what I was used too, of course.”
