The music kept playing as the people moved around... well, not moved really. The building looked like any other government building - just, it wasn't. The people accepting the visitors seemed normal... mostly. You usually meet older and less attractive women working behind the desk. The visitors on the other hand... Well... You look to your right, The saliva is flowing from between the man's teeth and dripping on his trousers. With annoyed sight, he takes a tissue and cleans his teeth then his trousers. It does last entire 20 seconds for the saliva show itself between his teeth again. Ont the right a skimpily clothed woman takes out a cigarette. "Got a light a light?" She asks only to turn right at the sound of a torch. "Yeaaahhh... thanks, I guess." She said to the... it, sitting on her right as she looked at the remnants of her cigarette. "Ghutm ahbgng Bahhan." Answered the creature. It wasn't surprising really - for this was Eva. A place for a new start. "Number 12 305!" @Auraicide Yanase Nikki heard her number being called. It was worth waiting. After seven visits and correcting all the mistakes she made in the questionnaires, she would have her status as a full-fledged villain finally confirmed. It was a thought road - first work as a rank and file minion, then as a henchwoman. Now, she would finally have her papers accepted and work as a THE BOSS... well, as a boss first, but she would eventually get to be THE BOSS! "Number 12 305!" It was time to go. @merkros "Number 12 309!" Demon Lord Amao's head darted up. The months after her banishment was the hardest time in her life. She dropped into the mortal realm and survived, but she had no money and was completely knowledgeless about local customs. Those two facts have delayed her plans to rebuild her DARK ARMY OF DOOM AND GLOOM with pointy weapons. But now, after months of preparations, she has gathered enough resources to secure her registration in EVA as a certificated villain. She paused. But what if she failed? She nervously looked at the watch - good. She still had an hour - she just needed to do this fast. If worse comes to be, she would still be on time for her shift in the convenient store, before her boss scolds her... Ehm... That is, she will be back to her resource gathering. "Number 12 309!"
"She's one of those types." "Probably has a really fucked up face or something. That's usually how it goes." She heard the judgmental comments from the other people in line. Tough talk coming from slime monsters and mutants, but she didn't bother trying to prove them wrong. Her armor kept her face obscured and she was fine with that even as they guessed at her reasons for doing it. Future clan master or not, it would be a nuisance if she couldn't even show her face publicly to do any grocery shopping for one thing. And the others...they were all eventual rivals. The less they actually knew about her, the better. The only point of enlisting with their little clown college was to make sure they wouldn't be actively interfering or getting in the way of her goals as she established herself in the West. Afraid of them? No. But she had way more people on her priority list then ever jackass wannabe villain trying to make a name for herself. Besides, if she could find some decent short-term alliances, that would be good for her. The money, technology, and connections, to establish her clan weren't exactly easy to come by. But this was basically a comic book club for a bunch of over glorified geeks and math nerds. None of them could fight worth shit, but looked to other people who could. She knew what these death ray scientists would say. She was just another dumb muscle villain like the rock giant standing in line. And she knew how to use that stereotype to her advantage. Nobody would expect her to know much, and that's why she had plans to get her hands on a few engineers who would do all the work for her while assuming they were the ones using her. It would all come in due time. Wordlessly, she approached the desk to gather her stuff, looking to get out of here sooner than later to get started on all the work she'd have to do.
As Nikki walked to the desk, she was meet with a boring looked young woman. "Welcome to the EVA. Whatever you want to do, we can do it better for higher praise then you would need to pay it normally." She said in bored monotone voice. As she finished speaking, there was a loud woman's scream followed by three gunshots. "You call that a help! The bills for parking lot, alone, are outrageous! Then there are the bills for the waiting ticket, bills for the documents, bills for paying back-" A man screamed as he was being dragged out by the security. "How can I help you?" The woman continued her eyes landing for a moment at her fellow receptionist - the dead woman, with still smoking gun wounds, was dragged out by two other receptionists. "Might you be interested in a position of receptionist? We just got a vacancy."
Nikki was somewhat underwhelmed. All she could think is they wasted a perfectly serviceable potential soldier for what? Just to establish how petty and evil they can be? It was counter-intuitive to getting anything done. They wanted to try and show themselves out to be dangerous....but it was in the wrong way. Over what? A trivial parking dispute? Establish that doing anything with you will inevitably get you shot? She couldn't say she was wowed by the obvious attempt to intimidate. All it said to her was that she was going to have to get the most out of allying with them, but it wasn't one that wasn't going to last. Finally, speaking, she was glad the mask hid her face to show her lack of amazement at a bunch of allegedly powerful criminal masterminds wanting to play accountant. "No. I'm here to register." Placing the paperwork on the table, she took a breath, masking her impatience at the tediousness of this system.
It took Amao time to humble herself and admit that she wouldn't be able to do things on her own. After her defeat, she was so sure that her powers would come back on her own but they ended up not doing so. Perhaps being stuck in The Mortal Realms does not recharge herself as it would if she was still in The Underworld. Of course, now she was stuck and had to find some other source of power to draw upon. She found herself stuck with no money and in an attempt to get the mortal funds she had to pass through several jobs. Unfortunately, most of the places she worked did not appreciate her accosting their customers with shouts about how they should "respect their future overlord" and to "shudder in fear before her presence." Oh well, if she was late for her current job, then she could surely 'convince' her boss to give her a free pass. She hated to degrade herself like that, but at least he believed that her declaration were an odd sense of humor rather than the truth. With a sigh she approached the desk that called her number. Hopefully, this would be a turning point in her life.
The woman took the papers and started looking through them. "Okay, seems like everything is as it should be..." Nikki could have sworn she heard the woman mutter 'finally' under her nose, but that must have been her imagination. "Your application is accepted and you are granted a rank of Villian. work hard and you may become a Supervillain." The woman recited, in the same monotone bored voice. "You will be granted a villain's starting package - and before you ask, sorry, but we offer no Gatcha. That system was just broken. You are allowed the privilege of your own villain's lair. The EVA organisation will also provide you with a number of starting minions. Henchwomen are harder to get, so you will need to find those yourself. You will also be granted access to the villain's chat room - we had a bar, but because of Pandemic, we had to close it." She paused. "Now tell me, what is the theme of your organisation, it's the main purpose. Also, show me the picture of uniforms for your minions. Take note, that any uniform not following the standard minion uniform regulation as noted in section 4, point 5 of Eva regulations, will be rejected."
As Amao walked, two guards in front of her, dragged a screaming man. The person who shot a receptionist a moment ago. "-and the food that is in food machines is damn expensive! And coffee? There maybe half a spoon in an entire cup! The expenses are just-!" The trio disappeared behind the door. As Amao walked up to the desk, she was meet by a warmly smiling woman. "Hello my dear, how can I help you?" The redhead asked warmly. The warmth that radiated from the woman, reminded Amao of her most precious person. A scream interrupted them. It came from the door the man disappeared behind - Amao recognised his voice. "That giant Hammer will do what?! No! Wait! I changed my mind! I will pay! The coffee is delicious! I like it mild! No! Seriously! Stop!"
"Theme....no. I'm not playing dress up. I'm establishing the actual Neo-Akimoto clan. That is, genuine ninja." Issuing a quick response, she handed a picture she prepared. Of course, she had already landed on the look she had wanted for her clan, at least the basic soldiers.
Although her eyes were drawn to the familiar voice behind the door, the receptionist's voice caught her attention. "What do you think I'm here for?" Amao slammed the registration paperwork dramatically. "I'm here because I have a realm to reclaim. I'm here because some silly people with superpowers defeated me. I want revenge and I want to win. And when i'm done, everyone's going to bow at my feet." Amao put her hands on her hips and cackled a nefarious laugh. It might have been intimidating in her demon form, but as she didn't want her wings to burst her work uniform that she had to wear in case she did run late...she simply looked like a crazy convenience store employee laughing like a nutjob. (Note that while Amao has wings, she can't really fly with them. its one of the first things that I'll probably put points into if we ever get extr apoints)
"Ah, so a ninja theme." the receptionist said as she looked at the picture. She then started looking through the catalogue. "Sorry, but these costumes are patented by the Akimoto clan and they have it licensed." the receptionist said. "We can provide you with 16 minions. I need to inform you, that due to inequality in genders in available minions, it's easier to recruit female minions. 1 male minion is worth 4 female ones. So you can either take 16 female minions or 4 male ones... well, that was before the chauvinist parity was enforced. Now, for every male you take, you need to recruit four females, as to not discriminate against female minions. So you can't recruit just male minions. You can recruit 16 female minions or a group of 2 males and 8 females." She moved through her papers again. "For the base - I would suggest the sewers on the crossing of 5th Avenue and Boom street. You only need to be careful about north section - it's occupied by man-eating crocodiles of Doctor Aligator."
"I see I see" The receptionist nodded understandingly. "You have a good attitude for the work, that is for sure." She smiled. "Now, let's see your paperwork, minion's uniforms choice and targets of your organisation." (You can add that information to character sheet)
@Tjf This was it! This was the first step on Alice roads to Vilianity, fun, sex and partying! She had all the paperwork in order - she had an account friend who helped her with that. She got the money. Now, she had only one thing left to conquer! The queue in the waiting room. The man sitting next to Vixen laughed heartily as he continued his tale. "So I told him 'Here comes Hammer time!' and shoved my little Sasha right into his guts~" The man gently cuddled his hammer. He then turned to Vixen, his face moving closing to her breasts, looking at them with fascination... but strangely, not in a sexual way. Vixen has met a few men like that, unaffected by her powers, and they were almost always gay. "Say, how do you make it so the nipples don't slip off the cloth? Is it glue? My honey has always such problems with that, and we were looking for a solution-" "Number 12 323." That was Vixen's number.
Vixen chuckles at the man's story. "Telekinesis. I just give 'em a jolt when I feel them slipping away." She stands. "Oh, looks like I'm up. Talk to you later, Hammer" Alice heads over to the counter. "I'm 12 323." She announces with a smile.
The receptionist nodded in greeting. "Welcome! What can you do for EVA in this fine day?" The woman asked. As her eyes landed on Vixen, her cheeks covered with a blush.
Vixen doesn't bother hiding her gaze, since the receptionist doesn't seem to be hiding her breasts, eyeing the woman up openly. "Well, I think there's a few things I could do for you, personally, gorgeous, but for now I'm just wanting to register."
Her face makes notable disgust at the prospect of setting up in the sewer, but sighs. It would only have to be temporary. She just looks kind of indifferent to their all their talk about male or female minions and their exchange only able to narrow her eyes to say “I don’t care. Just pick randomly.” The only thing she thinks to ask, is just to glance at the woman. “How protected are members from the aggression of other members?” Collecting her things, she waits to see if that’s all and if nothing else, she’d have to go investigate claiming this base. She didn’t exactly have the wealth to construct an entire shinto castle yet, but she’d get there. Her neighbour sounded like he’d be a ridiculous nuisance, and likely one that would need to be dealt with. For now, she’d need to know what she had to work with.
The receptionist bit her lips. "Okay, let's see your paperwork." She started looking through the documents. "Looks alright. Have you chosen the uniform for your minions?" The woman asked, her eyes jumping to Vixen's breasts now and then.
"Very well. I will just give you all-female crew" Nikiki could have swore she heard 'bitch' being said and something about making job harder, but that was just her imagination. "Please see the following pictures for the propositions of uniforms and choose." She received a folder with pictures Spoiler: Blue seducer Spoiler: Not so subtel Spoiler: Side-boob Spoiler: Animal mask Spoiler: Noob, please
Yanase grabbed the papers for a minute, before scowling further. She really wondered if it was worth bothering with these people who seemed more intent on acting like dumb sluts than actual villains. “Why am I not allowed to use the uniforms I chose? I’m the rightful heir to the Akimoto clan in the first place!” Her voice was loud. Clearly, this was a sore spot for her. Seeing the potential of getting thrown out, she had to sigh deeply, as she showed the pictures back. “Too short. Too light. More likely to cut themselves climbing a fence then anything.” She grabbed the first one and shook her head. “Hair too long and not tied back. Those bangs are just going to be a blind spot.” Grabbing the handful, she just shook her head with disdain. “Their greatest enemy would be a slightly cold breeze or sitting on a metal chair.” Grabbing the last one, she obviously wasn’t thrilled or interested in the sexual aspects. “This at least vaguely resembles something worn by a normal human being. Sort of.”
Vixen grins, but answers the question normally. "Nah, not yet. I didn't put too much thought into stuff like that." She looks into the air, seeming a bit ditsy, totally at odds with the professional image she has at her normal job at the museum. "I don't really mind what they wear, so long as it's sexy."
