Imalia smirks back. "You're a lot more open minded than the last girl I had in here wearing a nun outfit." As Seres asks her question, Imalia looks thoughtful. "Perhaps... I'm not entirely sure." She tries, and soon it appears that she can reliably create an illusion that 'sticks' to Seres as she moves, but only when the mage can see her target.
"Hey, James, it's Chelsea. I could use some help, if you're free. Help with work, I mean." She sounds a little tired.
"I like the thought of you going out unsatisfied." He buzzes her again. "See you later, slut." He walks away, leaving Melissa alone with her toy, and the mage's room number.
“Hmm, I guess you need to practice such sticky illusions a bit more... but this is good enough for now, I think. Let's move on to the mission. Do you have any thoughts, ideas, or questions in regards to what we need to do?” Seres asked, still wearing the last outfit she had tried out.
"Well, I was thinking about what you said earlier, where we have you just 'bump into' the guy and pretend that it was random chance. Maybe you say you lied about who you were because of your date, and make a fake apology, and we bait him in that way. Then I'll gr-" she's interrupted by a knock on the door.
After knocking on the door, Melissa sees it opened up, to reveal a highly toned dark skinned young woman in athletic gear. Behind the woman is Seres, the blonde girl Melissa briefly met during training and their first mission. The dark skinned woman smiles politely. "Melissa, right? Sully sent you? Please, come in. I hope he wasn't too much of an asshole. I'm Imalia, and this is Seres." Imalia looks up at the blonde cosplayer. "Sorry, I forgot to mention. I'm taking this lady along with us, to teach her the mindwipe spell. I hope you don't mind."
Chelsea agrees. "I'm heading after this one demon, but I'm having trouble getting close to it. It uses fire against me whenever I get close, so it'd be helpful to have someone to hit it with magic at range."
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Imalia returns the smile. "We're going after someone who recognised Seres the other day. We'll subdue him, I'll partially mindwipe him while showing you how to do it, and you'll finish the job. Should be easy."
“Hi, Melissa, nice to see you again! How are you doing?” Seres greeted the MILF, then turned to Imalia. “Melissa and I worked together on our first mission, so we already know each other. I have no objections against her joining us.”
"I see, that is troubling. Especially now that we're "dead," it might jeopardize the whole bureau." Melissa pondered, "Alright then, it sounds like an easy enough task." She then nods with a smile.
The arrival of the demon did disturb Rebecca, especially since they were also handling the lich's forces. The grind of zombies wore on her and she couldn't be certain either of them would have the strength to handle him once they actually reached him. He certainly had something planned, more amused by his infernal pet's death than annoyed, which boded poorly. "Are certain we can handle him?" She asked while stalking forward and away from the pile of corpses, there was so much death here but she kept her senses open.
“Sounds like you've been busy,” Seres noted and raised an eyebrow as she noticed a change in Melissa, but decided now was not the time to ask. “I'm fine, still getting used to my new life. I hope James and Erika are doing fine.” She said with a smile, then got serious as she changed the topic. “Doug is a guy I worked with in my old life. Imalia and I were just discussing how to approach him and get him away from other people.”
Taking a moment from the break in the fighting, Alicia doesn’t move in yet, recovering her energy the best she can. She assumed the demon could hear and was listening in, which she counted on. “Normally? No. But since killing us means he ends up sealed, some good might come of it.”
“Looks like you and James are getting along well...” Seres noted as she noticed Melissa's lusty grin. “As for Doug, he can be described as a hugely rotund man with a shiny bald head. Last time I saw him he was wearing an expensive suit. In my previous life he helped me get a few jobs, but that's it. I never knew him well, so I can't be of much help, sorry.” She shrugged.
A pack member didn't hunt alone. If all they needed to do was to wear him down then Rebecca felt more confident in being able to do what she needed. "Let's wound him like we did before. I hope he still remembers that pain, and I'll make sure it takes even longer to heal. Even if it means our lives, it'll be worth it to ensure he's trapped." Playing along with a feral grin, however also meaning every word about the willingness to sacrifice her life.