Fox/Misty
Day 2 (Monday Afternoon)
I'd run into my first brick wall trying to get myself squared away legally: the DMV had closed its branch in town, so I'd have to schlep down to Claremont. I knew that it was going to take forever to get them to believe me, so I figured Tuesday morning would be my best bet, as I had the day off from work.
Speaking of which, I settled the magatama containing Inari around my neck, smoothed down my massively oversized work shirt and tucked the tails into the new khaki pants I'd bought earlier today at Wal-Mart. I peered in the mirror in the ladies' room and smiled at the effect. I was damn sexy. I had a bit of mental collision at that. The "old me" was plotzing over being in the ladies' room, and the "old Misty" was plotzing on discovering that she was sexually attracted to herself. She had had a couple years to get used to the idea that men were going to look at her like a side of beef. After all, as a Hanover kunoichi, she'd been trained to take advantage of the fact. I therefore had some mental armor against the lustful and jealous looks of the general public.And, they were looking. Despite the wageslave uniform being terribly unflattering, the comportment the Hanover kunoichi clan had inherited from the Hanagawa overcame the dowdiness.
I planned how today was going to go as I approached the time clock. I should only have to apply genjutsu to four supervisors to not draw attention to the fact that "Misty" didn't belong there. As I was working cash register today, with all the turnover that implied, a new face shouldn't draw much attention from the other cashiers or the baggers. The simple genjutsu should tell the supervisors that "Logan" had shown up and worked his shift. Considering that he had, despite what the evidence of unaided senses would have told them, I didn't feel too bad manipulating them.
The supervisor came up and sent me on my mandated lunch break, and I began to undertake my normal routine, grabbing something to eat and drink, consuming them and heading over to the Borders next door for the remaining time of the break. I got as far as beginning to eat the roast beef sandwich, absently noting that I wasn't as picky about things such as tomatoes and mayonnaise when I looked up at CNN playing on the television in the food court.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
Day 2 (Monday Afternoon)
I'd run into my first brick wall trying to get myself squared away legally: the DMV had closed its branch in town, so I'd have to schlep down to Claremont. I knew that it was going to take forever to get them to believe me, so I figured Tuesday morning would be my best bet, as I had the day off from work.
Speaking of which, I settled the magatama containing Inari around my neck, smoothed down my massively oversized work shirt and tucked the tails into the new khaki pants I'd bought earlier today at Wal-Mart. I peered in the mirror in the ladies' room and smiled at the effect. I was damn sexy. I had a bit of mental collision at that. The "old me" was plotzing over being in the ladies' room, and the "old Misty" was plotzing on discovering that she was sexually attracted to herself. She had had a couple years to get used to the idea that men were going to look at her like a side of beef. After all, as a Hanover kunoichi, she'd been trained to take advantage of the fact. I therefore had some mental armor against the lustful and jealous looks of the general public.And, they were looking. Despite the wageslave uniform being terribly unflattering, the comportment the Hanover kunoichi clan had inherited from the Hanagawa overcame the dowdiness.
I planned how today was going to go as I approached the time clock. I should only have to apply genjutsu to four supervisors to not draw attention to the fact that "Misty" didn't belong there. As I was working cash register today, with all the turnover that implied, a new face shouldn't draw much attention from the other cashiers or the baggers. The simple genjutsu should tell the supervisors that "Logan" had shown up and worked his shift. Considering that he had, despite what the evidence of unaided senses would have told them, I didn't feel too bad manipulating them.
The supervisor came up and sent me on my mandated lunch break, and I began to undertake my normal routine, grabbing something to eat and drink, consuming them and heading over to the Borders next door for the remaining time of the break. I got as far as beginning to eat the roast beef sandwich, absently noting that I wasn't as picky about things such as tomatoes and mayonnaise when I looked up at CNN playing on the television in the food court.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll