So, I needed to get up north. It was a whole lot easier said than done when you had little in the way of transportation though. It would be a little tricky to hop a ride without incident, the news was all over the new emergence of powers and super criminals, which meant that hitching would be an unwise idea. Easy, for sure, but more trouble than it's worth. Getting a ticket on a bus was simple enough, websites don't know who it is asking so long as you have a valid source of money they can gobble up, and I knew all the answers security challenges the payment might come up with.
With the ticket printed out, I got all ready to head out. Packing was minimal, besides the clothes I had on - and the others that were stored somewhere- I would look foolish and feel uncomfortable wearing any of my other too large or in once case, too small, clothes. Foolish is certainly not the look you want to have unless you know who you're dealing with and what you want to get out of an exchange, and being uncomfortable can upset working cold. It was much easier to simply dress up and look nice. I got out of the dark leathers I used for 'work' and got into the rather lovely (and harmless) looking fuku I had put together for such occasions.
Getting to the bus station was a simple walk. Several heads were turned in passing, though none were quite so brave as to approch me even if they did make their intent clear. I found my seat on the far side of a man brooding in his chair. In a bid to capture his attention, I put on extra show opening the overhead storage and streching to put the small bag I did have up inside. Being rather short had some small disadvantages, but using them properly is a sure way to attract attention. When he didn't look up, instead tried to look away, I became suspicious. He was up to somthing, and I would have to keep an eye on him and keep trying to get a rise out of him as well.
As the bus began to pull into the station, the man was looking quite conflicted. Apparently my work was not going unnoticed, but he seemed to be trying to keep his focus on another thing, as if he wanted to do something, but wasn't sure. The first sign of trouble was him rising with the sort of air of a person who has assuredly decided to himself. Then there were telltale pink pompoms of doom surrounding his fists. He smashed his seat in some silly show of strength and power.
"Nobody Mpve," he suddenly shouted out, "Or the pretty schoolgirl here gets it!"
Wow. He just made one bad, bad mistake. I did my best to look terrified and helpless. It wasn't hard. While I was rather irritated at the disruption, at least the fool had given me somthing put my skills to. Within a few moments I had my eyes teared up and lips trembling. Quick short breaths both gave a sense of panic, and made my chest move much more than it would have otherwise. It drew his already leering eyes right in, like a moth to the flame. "P-please.. What do you w-want from me?" Sliding back in my seat was a perfect cover for a subtle spread of my legs. The skirt wasn't made to cover much in this position, as I well knew, and I made sure he had an ample veiw.
He took a few moments to think it over with himself, though I was certain I knew exactly what he was pondering over. He reached down with one arm and drug me off, my token protest seeming to only encourage him. He thre me into the small bathroom in the back, and then squeezed in himself. There wasn't much extra room for the two of us, and he was pressed up against me. "Ohhh, I'm going to enjoy this, little girl." He leaned forward to kiss and grope me, the good part being he had totally lost intrest in being ready to hurt me, and never noticed the bus continuing to move.
Pressure points are wonderful things. Knowing the right points on the body, you can stimulate blood flow, relax muscles, or even knock out a man twice your size and strength. I suppose I could have killed him with out putting on all the show, but keeping up apperances is important. There was no subtle way to slit his throat in the isle of a bus with a wakizashi with out drawing even more attention than being a hostage. Once subdued I strode out of the bathroom cheerily, and slipped through the throng of passengers. Within moments I had dissappeared into the crowds, courtesy of placate.
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The Master said: "It is all in vain! I have never yet seen a man who can perceive his own faults and bring the charge home against himself."
>Analects: Book V, Chaper XXVI
With the ticket printed out, I got all ready to head out. Packing was minimal, besides the clothes I had on - and the others that were stored somewhere- I would look foolish and feel uncomfortable wearing any of my other too large or in once case, too small, clothes. Foolish is certainly not the look you want to have unless you know who you're dealing with and what you want to get out of an exchange, and being uncomfortable can upset working cold. It was much easier to simply dress up and look nice. I got out of the dark leathers I used for 'work' and got into the rather lovely (and harmless) looking fuku I had put together for such occasions.
Getting to the bus station was a simple walk. Several heads were turned in passing, though none were quite so brave as to approch me even if they did make their intent clear. I found my seat on the far side of a man brooding in his chair. In a bid to capture his attention, I put on extra show opening the overhead storage and streching to put the small bag I did have up inside. Being rather short had some small disadvantages, but using them properly is a sure way to attract attention. When he didn't look up, instead tried to look away, I became suspicious. He was up to somthing, and I would have to keep an eye on him and keep trying to get a rise out of him as well.
As the bus began to pull into the station, the man was looking quite conflicted. Apparently my work was not going unnoticed, but he seemed to be trying to keep his focus on another thing, as if he wanted to do something, but wasn't sure. The first sign of trouble was him rising with the sort of air of a person who has assuredly decided to himself. Then there were telltale pink pompoms of doom surrounding his fists. He smashed his seat in some silly show of strength and power.
"Nobody Mpve," he suddenly shouted out, "Or the pretty schoolgirl here gets it!"
Wow. He just made one bad, bad mistake. I did my best to look terrified and helpless. It wasn't hard. While I was rather irritated at the disruption, at least the fool had given me somthing put my skills to. Within a few moments I had my eyes teared up and lips trembling. Quick short breaths both gave a sense of panic, and made my chest move much more than it would have otherwise. It drew his already leering eyes right in, like a moth to the flame. "P-please.. What do you w-want from me?" Sliding back in my seat was a perfect cover for a subtle spread of my legs. The skirt wasn't made to cover much in this position, as I well knew, and I made sure he had an ample veiw.
He took a few moments to think it over with himself, though I was certain I knew exactly what he was pondering over. He reached down with one arm and drug me off, my token protest seeming to only encourage him. He thre me into the small bathroom in the back, and then squeezed in himself. There wasn't much extra room for the two of us, and he was pressed up against me. "Ohhh, I'm going to enjoy this, little girl." He leaned forward to kiss and grope me, the good part being he had totally lost intrest in being ready to hurt me, and never noticed the bus continuing to move.
Pressure points are wonderful things. Knowing the right points on the body, you can stimulate blood flow, relax muscles, or even knock out a man twice your size and strength. I suppose I could have killed him with out putting on all the show, but keeping up apperances is important. There was no subtle way to slit his throat in the isle of a bus with a wakizashi with out drawing even more attention than being a hostage. Once subdued I strode out of the bathroom cheerily, and slipped through the throng of passengers. Within moments I had dissappeared into the crowds, courtesy of placate.
---
The Master said: "It is all in vain! I have never yet seen a man who can perceive his own faults and bring the charge home against himself."
>Analects: Book V, Chaper XXVI