Upgrades People Upgrades!

[Kami-Gaz]

*DING DING DING DING DING* The alarm blared, a monotonous drone that only increased in volume with each ding. It was certainly an alarm designed to wake people up. Moments passed and pale white arm arose from a nest of blanket and pillows, this arm promptly swatted the alarm clock with the force of monster. The clockwork flew into the wall and subsequently smashed into a hundred pieces. The owner of the pale arm sighed softly and a long black tail swished from the nest. “Fine~.”

Fleur Ayoki crawled out of her blanket nest in her oversized ‘My Little Seaking’ pyjama top and let her bare feet touch the red carpeted floor of her apartment. With puffed out cheeks she let out a long-exasperated sigh and looked over to the bed where she flung the sheets away to make man who was laying there flip out and onto the floor with a heavy thud. “I’ve got work! Which means you’ve got to go to whatever hole you crawl out of and wash Brad!”

With a groan of pain, the brunette man with a five o’clock shadow sat up, holding his head. “I’m not Brad… I’m Karl!” Brad growled… was he Brad? Last night was one big blur to the young fox girl. “Fine, I’ll go!” He carried on as he pulled on his clothes from the night before. “But don’t you think I’m giving you a call”

The horned fox girl gave a fake look of exasperated shock. “However will I go on?! Brian is never going to call!” Fleur was walking past the man to her bathroom, he had pulled on his shoes with a very angry frown on his face, not taking in how much enjoyment Fleur was having with all of this.

“Fine! Damn Witch.” The door slammed and Kyle had left… or was it Kaladin? Oh well. She had her fun with him, now all the vixen needed to do was have a shower and be ready to meet this client… well not client per say. This was pro-bono work. Her boss had promised this Simon Rickshaw, a whole host of new gadgets and tools for his work after he had saved the Ice Princess (Annika) from a pirate fleet or something like that. The story was wild, the more she heard it the more this man sounded like a true badass.

A quick shower and change later and Fleur was now ready for the day in her usual outfit. All that was needed now was her witches hat. As that got placed on her head, hiding the long fox ears she was so proud of, she left the apartment building, locking the door behind her. Fleur headed to the C.R.A.C.K Ship HQ… which was coincidently attached to the Stratonovski Mansion and Spa.

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Post 1

Tom: ffffff

Fleur: 7f5004

[Bobbie]

Simon was up ahead of time that morning. He had a very important meeting with Mr Stratonovski and the man's most prized inventor that he insisted Simon should meet for his great reward for bringing Annika back home, safely. In reality, this was a bit of a hassle for the young officer. It wasn’t something he asked for – but how could he say no? How could he be anything but grateful for such a mighty show of appreciation for his work?

He had taken the day off specifically for this, perhaps his very first intentional day off in his entire career, so he would be venturing out into the world in something other than his uniform today. This being his day off, he figured perhaps he could spend whatever would be left of it at the spa – he wasn’t quite sure where the C.R.A.C.K. ship HQ was, which Oleg had mentioned to him before, but he knew it was somewhere in the area and connected to the building. A casual pair of denim blue jeans and a dark, loose button-up shirt would do. With a quick forward combing of his hair and a gentle push to the side, it easily fell into place to be neat enough to say that he paid attention to it, but not enough to style it excessively. All that was missing was a pair of sunglasses. 

Once he was off, he took his time to walk through the streets of Water 7, having quite a bit of time to kill since he got up early enough to ensure that he would not be late. It felt strange to be out of his uniform for a change, but working or not, Simon was still Simon, smiling away to every face he recognised on his way to his destination.

“Good morning.” He said, politely and in a chipper tone, as he walked by a group of youngsters that he’d often see on his way to the docks, sometimes causing trouble. 

They uttered no response to him, but whispering began among themselves as he continued past, his back now turned to them. “Is that him?” one girl asked, nudging her friend. “Yeah, that’s totally him. Do you think it’s true that a beast latched onto his leg? He’s walking kind of funny, think it got his leg?” she replied, their eyes fixed on the figure that was getting smaller and smaller. “First of all, I bet it was just some stray animal or something, secondly, he ain’t walking funny. He always walks weird, he’s a cop. They always walk like they got something to hide, it’s the belt that they wear. Throws them off balance.” A third youngster, not at all impressed by the stories, joined in, but was soon met with a rough smack on the back of his head. “It wasn’t a stray animal, you doink! He was on a ship with a kid from that super rich family – I heard it was a sea-monster that was being smuggled and transported. Also, he’s not even in uniform, are you stupid? There’s no belt on him, clearly. I bet it's an injury.” The last of the trouble-making squad shook his head and the four individuals fell silent, their eyes fixed on the fearless warrior who could smile in the face of death itself until Simon’s outline blurred in with the rest of the street’s increasing commotion.

As Simon reached the mansion, he cautiously approached the front door, quite uneasy because of the amount of guards in the area. He boldly rang the doorbell, then clasped his hands together as he rubbed his palms and nervously swayed on the spot – as fearless warriors do. "Hope I'm not too early..."

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Simon: #d2ce2f

Youngster 1: #95038c

Youngster 2: #f784f0

Youngster 3: #3677ba

Youngster 4: #a3e19c

[Kami-Gaz]

It was not a long walk for the tall woman, in fact it was practically just down the street and around the corner to get to the main Stratonovski estate. There as always was a large collection of guards wandering around on their patrols or standing watch over entrances or places of interest. This was all devised by the head of the guards Folonzo the Shipbreaker, a man Fleur had only spoken to a few times but was happy to have him watching her back as she worked building ships in dangerous areas of the world.

The black tailed woman wandered past a clutch of gossiping girls whose nattering shifted when they saw the woman that towered over the average human. “That’s the fox girl Mr. Stratonovski hired isn’t she!? I thought she was tall but that is monstrous!” One hissed out in excitement to a pair of girls that were also watching the chocolate witch pass. “I heard she ate a devil fruit!” One replied. “Yeah! One that lets her use magic! That’s why she wears a witch’s hat!” The third interjected.

Fleur’s eyebrow rose as she strode past and looked back, her tail flicking as she turned the tip of it into chocolate. The molten treat spread over the group sending small hardened balls of the stuff showering over them like rain. “One life and all they spend it on is chatting shit about others? What losers~.” Fleur spoke as the girls dispersed in screams as the small chocolate pellets hit like hail on their heads.

It was not long before Fleur arrived at work, well the mansion door that led into the entire facility… There was a man there already waiting just after pressing the doorbell. He was new… different. Was this Officer Grimshaw? THE badass who saved little miss Annika earlier in the week? He was short for a hero. “You can just walk in; I’ve got my pass.” She said as her hand pressed to the key hole and transformed into molten chocolate, a few seconds later she twisted and there was the distinct clicking of a door unlocking. Her hand pulled away and returned to normal with a key poking out of her finger.

With a small snap it came off and the fingers returned to normal. “Chocolate?” She asked before opening the door to wander into the grand entrance, her other hand flat to give the chocolate key to the man.

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Post 2

Bob: ffffff

Fleur: 7f5004

Youngster 1: 95038c

Youngster 2: f784f0

Youngster 3: 3677ba

[Bobbie]

The man who was nervously standing at the door didn’t hear Fleur come up behind him, as he expected the next thing that would happen to be the door being opened by the man… who opens doors. He couldn’t quite remember his name, but he was sure he had met a butler-like figure in this mansion the last time he was here with Annika.

As she spoke, Simon nearly jumped out of his skin and promptly turned around to face the woman. He let out a sigh of relief to see that it was… well, a person. Quite a tall one … was this one of the guards too? She certainly had the height for intimidation if that were the case.

“Oh?” still in a bit of shock of having a stranger suddenly show up behind him, as well as of seeing such a tall woman who was an entire foot taller than him, with a witch’s hat. “Oh! You must work for the family too?” he asked, assuming she was one the many employees under this very rich family. He wondered if that was ‘Fleur’… no, it couldn’t be… could it? Is it?

Simon stepped out of the way while she did her thing and he watched, quite astonished. Chocolate… Chocolate! Now he’s really seen everything.

Dumbfounded, he stared at the chocolate key in the woman’s palm for a few solid seconds, struggling to keep his jaw from dropping. “That’s…” he began, but what words could possibly follow that would make sense of this situation? “You just…”

A chocolate key, moulded out of the girl’s finger, then snapped off as her finger remoulded itself to resume its former ordinary-looking shape as a normal finger. Again, a chocolate key … out of this girl’s … finger.

It was very creative, sure, but it must take a great mind to even think about using such talents for something like this. The great mind of an engineer or inventor, perhaps…

“Sure?” he offered the best smile that he could, albeit a somewhat awkward one, as he took the chocolate key from her hand, then hurried to enter the mansion after her. The area was still as stunning as he remembered it and threatened to captivate all of his attention if he’d let it.

This is insane.

His police-officer-semi-detective skills started working. “You must be Fleur, from C.R.A.C.K. ships…”

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Simon: #d2ce2f

[Kami-Gaz]

The pair entered the mansion proper of the Stratonovski estate, the large building that was attached to the C.R.A.C.K ship complex… which included the spa. That thing was heavenly, something she used as an excuse to stick around for a bit longer. “Good eye, you are Officer Simon Grimshaw? Badass that saved young Miss Annika from a pirate fleet alone? Fighting off great beasts and rowing for 2 straight days to get her home?” Fleur asked, it started serious but her tone slowly became more sarcastic as the claims went on.

There was a wide smile on the goths face as she turned around and made her way past Claude who had just come down the stairs to watch the pair with a disapproving frown to the pair. He simply shook his head before walking to the door as they left down a corridor noted with a sign saying ‘HQ’. Her long legs made strides so much larger, meaning she covered so much quicker.

“Come on then let’s get to my workshop.” Fleur said, her tail black flicking from beneath her hair to give it extra bounce as she walked along. The expensively decorated corridor quickly shifted into a well designed modern office building style with grand windows looking out over the estate and towards some of the preparation yards that were a tier down the city of water. “Oleg told me that you were going to really give me a challenge, so I’m looking forward to it Officer.”

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Post 3

Chad: ffffff

Fleur: 7f5004

Youngster 1: 95038c

Youngster 2: f784f0

Youngster 3: 3677ba

[Bobbie]

The property owned by the Stratonovskis never ceased to impress Simon, as if seeing it all for the first time again. The atmosphere surrounding its interior was one that could strike awe in any individual who dared step inside – or maybe this effect was only on the most ordinary of all ordinary men.

“Rickshaw.” He corrected her with a friendly smile as he walked after her. “Simon Rickshaw, but just Simon will do.” he chuckled, before he realised the shift in her tone. Ah, the stories had already been passed around and it seemed that by very human nature, each time a story was retold, the law was to change one little detail until it will eventually become so blown out of proportion that it could be the stuff of legends. “Well…” he paused and sighed softly, “Not exactly like that… but I suspect you already know that, judging by the sarcasm in your voice.” He replied, his grin only growing.

What most people would take offence by, Simon seemed to just absorb into his system and it would only fuel his smiles. To some, it was an infuriating characteristic of the smiling man as their attacks were deflected so easily, but to Simon, it was simply second nature. So much so, that there have been times that the intended insult would be missed entirely.

As the pair passed Claude, he offered yet another smile in greeting and nodded to him, “Good morning, sir.” He politely spoke as he passed by him, daring not stop as it seemed the woman with long legs would not be waiting much for him. In fact, he threw a little temporary skip in his step as he tried to pick up the pace to catch up with her. His gaze fell to her legs for a moment, then the floor, as if calculating the large strides that she was able to make. He looked down at his own feet as he took a step – a considerably smaller one.

“Hey... Slow down a little!” he finally passed the door with the sign that read ‘HQ’ above it and managed to catch up. “How far is your workshop?” he asked, realising that the second he slowed down to catch his breath, she was darting ahead of him again. Sighing, he rushed after her to catch up once more. “Can you walk a little slower, please?” he laughed, shamelessly.

The young constable glanced out of the grand windows, but only allowed himself a fleeting moment as he knew that any longer and he’d have to chase the tall woman again. It was easy to get lost in all the striking views that this building had to offer, and five seconds could easily grow into a full minute!

“A challenge?” he asked, walking briskly beside her now, and speaking in between laboured breaths. “I don’t know about that-“ with all the rushing and all the distractions around them to look at, he tripped in his own feet. His eyes wide, he threw one foot forward to try to stop his fall, and then another as his entire body was going to topple forward, before he reached out in an attempt to quickly grab onto something – anything – to prevent a very embarrassing and clumsy fall. If he could just grab something, maybe he could get out of this without her even noticing! He had fallen behind again, of course, so as long as she didn’t turn around, some swift manoeuvre could easily save him and she wouldn't even notice what was going on! If only Simon’s luck were as good, and his reflexes as smooth…

He managed to grab onto something, alright… his hand clasped around Fleur's tail that peeped out from underneath her hair, unintentionally yanking it and relying on the tall figure it was attached to as a source of stability.

On the bright side … he managed to prevent his fall.

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Simon: #d2ce2f

[Kami-Gaz]

Fleur smiled and nodded apologetically to the man whose name she had messed up and carried on her lead to the workshop, walking and actually slowing some as Simon called for it. “Okay! I’ll slow down a bit.” She said, turning to look back just as the man tripped, falling forward. She barely had a moment to try and help him before he helped himself. His hand wrapped around her long black tail and pulled, hard. Her eyes widened and she yelped like a lost fox cub in the night. “OOOOOOWWWW!” The witch let out as the man regained his own composure at the cost of causing her some pain.

Without hesitation she rounded, her witches hat falling back to reveal her tall fox ears and short horns that poked out of her hair line. “BE CAREFUL!” Fleur shouted as a fist of molten chocolate formed into a bigger blockier fist. It hardened just intime to smack into the side of the officer and send him tumbling away. The aim was to make him let go of her tail so she didn’t use her inhuman strength, just enough to knock a man of his size to the floor… a foot away. After the attack the large chocolate fist fell to the floor and her normal hand reconstituted itself.

“A challenge, perverts who like to grab maiden’s tails… I do have my work cut out for me.” The witch teased, leaning down to pick up her hat, placing it back on her head. Once done she crossed her arms to look down at the man, his look and how he was responding… how could such a badass be so careless? “By the way, Claude will be angry if we leave that chocolate fist there. You have to eat it now.”

[Bobbie]

Simon flinched as the woman yelled into the air pain and then directly at him. He was about to apologise and was already on his way to letting go of her tail and raising his hands apologetically, but the large fist of chocolate fury smacked into him before he could get to it.

With a winded ‘oof’ the man’s scrawny frame quickly crashed to the floor with a thud. “I am very sorry!” he quickly threw in with a gentle smile despite his now bruised elbows and rear from the fall. “I really didn’t mean to, you were just walking so fast and I was trying to keep up…” he sighed, “I didn’t mean to grab your… you have a tail.” He mumbled, as if only just realising what his fingers had wrapped around. “And... fox ears, and horns.” His gaze moved up to look at them in surprise. Although he knew about people who had such unconventional appearances, Simon had never actually met one for himself. His world was far too boring to foster such interactions.

Then that dreaded word was spoken and he instantly felt deep shame for what he had just done, even though it was unintentional, and even though she may have only been teasing.

“N-No! No, I’m not like that, it was an accident! Accidents happen, you know.” He frowned, before lowering his voice, “A lot.” Even Simon had to realise that he was more accident-prone than the average citizen. He could never quite figure out why that is, but for some reason or another, these little mishaps were quite common. Stepping into puddles, slipping down steps, bumping into people... Surely, he couldn’t be that clumsy… could he?

As if waiting for forgiveness for his crime as a form of permission to get up from the floor, he remained there for a moment longer under the witch’s powerful gaze.

A shiver ran down his spine.

Was everybody associated with the Stratonovski family so intimidating? Folonzo was a huge man he wouldn’t dare get on the wrong side of, Claude had a glare that seemed it could pierce even a soulless creature, chew it up and spit it back out, Oleg’s timid frame was horrendously misleading, Annika’s sweet nature was coupled with a terrifying can-do attitude in the face of danger (and an offensively sharp tongue), and now Fleur … a witch of the height that may as well make up two of him who has the ability to turn something as wonderful as chocolate into a weapon packed with fury to be feared.

Standing up, he placed a hand on his lower back as he stretched and let out a strained sigh. “Eat it?” he finally asked and glanced down at the chocolate fist, left abandoned on the floor. From the floor? He looked at the woman, then at the chocolate again. Was this his punishment? He had already eaten the chocolate key, which was indeed tasty, but it was much smaller than this monstrous block of a fist.

In such a predicament, Simon could only do what he does best. He smiled.

Turning back to Fleur with his signature goofy smile, dimples only accentuating his emotion, he chuckled, “I don’t really want to eat more chocolate, thank you, but I wouldn’t mind cleaning it up!” He bent down to pick up the discarded chocolate, glad it was at least all in one piece and not scattered everywhere.

“So what exactly did Mr Stratonovski tell you about this project?” he asked, while he looked around for a trashcan to deposit the chocolate, his head turning left and right like a lost puppy’s.

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Simon: #d2ce2f

[Kami-Gaz]

Fleur watched with a stern face as the man took in the information that he was to dispose of the chocolate fist that she had created to punch him… for his crimes of man handling her sacred tail. The part that was squished and the base were lightly throbbing after the rough treatment and it was what drove her to be so cruel in punishment. She had already turned around and was pulling a key out of her pocket as Simon made his comment on not wanting more chocolate. It was fair, even if it was nice, it could get sickly quick.

“He hasn’t told me anything beyond your capabilities and the rumours of what you did rescuing the little miss.” Fleur noted as the key slipped into the lock and got turned in a quick motion, there was as series of clicks as it turned and a loud thunking noise at the end. As the key was pulled free she pushed the heavy door open to reveal a prim and proper workshop with pristine and well-kept tools lining the walls with multiple desks, some even having what seemed to be prototypes on them. With a large stride the fox entered, flicking a switch and making the lights turn on. “Come on then.”

The pointed hat got placed onto a freestanding coat rack as she picked up a white lab coat and threw it on over her outfit. It was a quick and practiced motion that would amaze any who saw it. “Welcome, Simon, to my paradise!” Fleur announced as she made a large theatrical sweep, spinning around to face him with a grin and arms spread wide. The jacket fluttered in the residual breeze before falling behind her. The tail poking out through a hole she had made in it. “Now, what do you have in mind?”

[Bobbie]

Simon discarded the chocolate in the nearest bin he could find before hurrying back to her so that he could continue following the tall woman who took very large strides. As he saw her pull a key out of her pocket, he was relieved that there wouldn’t be more chocolate. Dusting his hands on his jeans, he followed her into the room.

“Right… the rumours…” he sighed softly to himself, wondering which version she had heard. Once all the locks were unfastened and the door was pushed open, the officer walked in and looked around him, yet again in awe of the facilities this place had to offer. He expected something messier than what he saw – she seemed to be an eccentric person, and if he were being honest, he had never actually met an inventor before so he really only had the stereotypical nutcase kind of character to go on… those usually had odds and ends left stranded all over the place... but not Fleur.

“Wow…” he uttered as the lights went on. “This is… This is a very nice workshop. Do you work here alone?” he asked out of genuine curiosity. It must have been a lot of work to keep this place clean and so well taken care of. He was indeed amazed.

As the woman completed her theatrical spin, arms swept outward to present the glorious atmosphere that filled her space, Simon grinned and then laughed. He was tempted to clap, but thought that would just be childish and silly.

“Well. What I had in mind, you see...” He paused, his grin diminishing to a sheepish smile. “I have been told – on occasion, just… rare occasion – that I get into a few accidents.” He looked away for a brief moment, his smile completely gone now as if he disagreed entirely with that statement and the one to come next. “I may be somewhat clumsy, uh… just a smidge… anyway!” he offered a dismissive shrug to dispel the nasty comments he frequently received about him not only being somewhat clumsy, nor just a smidge, but an extreme clutz who was virtually incapable of staying out of the way of accidental mishaps. “I was wondering if there could be any kind of suit to wear underneath my uniform that could prevent a few bruises, absorb a couple of impacts, maybe help me bounce right back to my feet?” he asked a smile back on his face again. “Like say I meet a brick wall, something that could ensure my shoulder doesn’t get smashed…” the misplaced emphasis could easily be misunderstood – if not his, should the wall’s shoulder get smashed instead?

Of course, the officer hadn’t realised that he made yet another mistake – he didn’t know whom he was dealing with truly was and perhaps didn’t realise that his words left things open to interpretation. What he really meant to ask for was a rather simple softly padded wet suit to wear underneath his uniform, subtle enough to go unnoticed, but foamy enough to cushion a fall, and that was it; but such a request was hardly worthy of such a fearsome inventor at all, so surely, this couldn't be all that it was. If his words were to be taken literally, however, his request could be something far more impressive – a request that could only come from the heart of a true warrior who was itching for another dangerous adventure. A hero ready to fight crime and be brave in the face of battle, to not only survive a beating from a mighty brute through the wearing of armour, but also somehow manipulate the incoming blows with an expulsion of energy to bounce him onto his feet and return a good battering to his opponent to beat him down instead!

Now that could sound like a challenging request fit for The Smiling Man! Fighting the good fight and returning lost sons and daughters home safely, saved from the clutches of monstrous pirates and the beasts lurking in their sea-bound vessels.

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Simon: #d2ce2f

[Kami-Gaz]

Fleur was close to offering a bow for her performance if Simon were to go as far as clap but he just offered a big childish grin and a laugh, which in itself was enough for her to feel accomplished in her task of lightening the mood. As he started his description of what he wanted the tall fox had twisted to grab a note pad and pen and begun taking notes as fast as he could speak. “We all slip up! Don’t worry!” She noted as he worked through his own flustered moment.

It sounded like he wanted a hidden suit of armour that could be used when his job got rough… that was quite the challenge. The notes were being made, scratchings of the pen on the pad of paper and quick nods as theories and plans shot through her fantastic horned head. What materials to use? She had some wapolmeltal but that would take some time to work into the proper shapes and Simon was a busy man and couldn’t model all the time.

“Okay!” She replied after his explanation of what he wanted. This was a lot but Oleg said to make anything he wanted to the best of her ability… well that was a challenge and she was going to work magic and live up to the name witch. “I’m going to need to take your exact measurements Simon.” She said turning to place the notepad back on her desk and standing up to her full height again, after leaning on it the entire time.

“Strip.” She said coldly, her hands turning into molten chocolate… she was not going to use a tape measure. Oh no, Fleur was going to take an exact mould of Simon’s entire body with her chocolate and make a mannequin with his exact proportions. “No tape measures in here, we’re doing this my way.”

[Bobbie]

Simon watched her take down notes while he spoke, his gaze shifting between the woman’s face and the notepad. She really was impressive in every aspect, not only was she spoken of quite highly by her employer, but it seemed she really worked to earn such a status: her lab was impeccably organised, she had an excellent attitude, she was lovely to speak to and work with, and she was clearly very efficient. Her note-taking speed was something to gawk at.

He was slightly surprised once she agreed to his request. “Exact measurements? I mean a standard medium usually fits me well enough…” he mumbled as he watched her put the notepad back on the desk, and then towering over him with her monstrously tall, though alluring and beautiful, form. “Okay, no problem. Where should I stand while you measure-“ he started, with a smile which then froze in its position as she gave the dreaded command. Strip?

“Erm…” he chuckled nervously, “What?”

Her client promptly cleared his throat to recover from the entire octave that it had just been raised. He could already feel his cheeks burning, as she mentioned there being no tape measures to make use of for this task. He looked around briefly for any obvious signs of a changing room or something similar. “I mean… I’d really rather not…” he muttered, his gaze lowering to her now chocolate hands. Oh no… she’s planning to put me in a chocolate cocoon…

“If you need a tape measure, I can fetch one for you, I’m sure I have one lying around somewhere at home." He took a step away from Fleur, backwards toward the entrance they had walked in through. "I'll go and have a look right now and come back really quickly."

"O-Or I could buy one and you can keep it for another time when you might need it! Tape measures can come in handy, you know…” The flustered man rambled on, nervously, yet the man still had a smile on his face despite the fearful woman who made such a brazen command. “It doesn’t need to fit me that perfectly, really… I’m not fussy – I’ve got a very easy body shape to cater for, pretty general, nothing to cause any issues with your standard medium size. So… standard medium size should do just fine.” 

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Simon: #d2ce2f

[Kami-Gaz]

The fox woman didn’t move a muscle as she watched Simon essentially flail about now under the knowledge, he was going to get a chocolate dipping. A smile came to her face as she shook her head, there was a reason that an exact mannequin of him was needed and this was going to be the quickest way. “If this doesn’t fit you perfectly then when it absorbs a shock instead of sending it away from vital areas it will just rattle you inside the suit. You’d be like an egg in a tombola.” Fleur spoke with a light chuckle at the end.

“I told you to strip because I didn’t want to have to cut the clothes off of you to get the mould off.” She said, waving her chocolate hands around as she spoke. Not a single bit of the oozing brown substance left her body. Though the definition of her hands shape had vanished and they became amorphous blobs. They shifted and changed as she watched him for a moment. Her warning was real, this had to be perfect because her boss expected nothing less.

“Officer Simon.” The witch spoke, her eyes narrowed like daggers to look at the man. It was time to get theatrical on his arse. “Do you doubt the power of my magic? What I can do and the marvels I can produce?” She asked, a dark and foreboding tone as she let the chocolate mass that was her hands take the shape of intricate knives that looked as sharp as the real deal. They solidified and clattered to the floor as a miniature model of the man was formed between the two, growing from the chocolaty mass as if it was always there.

“Now do as I say or this new suit of yours could mess up and chop your hands off because it didn’t fit your perfectly!” She growled, throwing all of her dramatic timing and looks into it as possible, the way the light hit her from above made her face seem dark and terrifying with eyes that glinted just under the rim. The tail she had swished violently as she waited for the man to follow her command.

[Bobbie]

Simon seemed to consider the possibility of becoming a baby’s rattle toy in the suit. That really didn’t sound pleasant, but it seemed that he wasn’t quite convinced just yet. The very thought of stripping in front of this woman was embarrassing and it really did feel like it came out of nowhere. Granted, he was asking for a lot in this suit, but the matter of the fact was that he would be willing to settle for less if his request was too problematic in one way or another.

Sighing to himself, his gaze dropped low as he already missed the simple days of just standing in the sun, directing traffic on the canals.

As he was addressed by his title, he snapped back to the present and looked directly at the woman who had taken on a sudden and drastic shift. His eyebrows instantly raised in shock, his eyes wide and his entire body leaning backwards to get more distance between them although his feet remained firmly on the ground.

When did she become so terrifying? His inner monologue began.

“N-No, of course not…” he stuttered in fear of the witch that stood before him, ready to devour his soul with a mere stare. A deadly, piercing one. He watched the blades be produced from her hand as he forced some form of a smile on his face that was quick to turn into a fearful frown with each clattering sound that the blades made as the solidified forms fell to the ground.

How… th-that can’t be… chocolate…

Next came the miniature figure of him, growing out of the gathered chocolate bits on the floor between them.

“Ah!” with a gasp, the man lurched backward to move away from the aberration that was disturbing to say the least, some chocolaty abomination from the darkest corners of this woman’s mind, but no matter how strongly he willed them to, his feet just wouldn’t budge. Just who exactly am I dealing with? The officer began to sweat as Fleur had successfully completed what she set out to do – scare the living soul out of poor Simon into submission.

With her final command, his entire body shuddered as his spine became rigid, and his shoulders darting up in a jittery motion. Every single hair on the back of his neck was standing on its end, and every bone in his body shook as if threatening to burst out through his flesh and make a run for it – with or without the rest of his body.

“Y-Yes, ma’am! Miss! Fl- uh..” for a moment he couldn’t quite remember her name, the horror of what he had just witnessed causing a bit of brain-fog. Straightening up and raising one hand to his collar, he made the final mistake of looking right into her eyes, sparkling so devilishly on a menacing face cast in shadow. “I-I wouldn’t want my hands… chopped… off…” his voice had been reduced to a whisper, as if even talking in her presence could have catastrophic consequences. Of course, he wouldn't be Simon if he didn't find a way to smile even in such a horrific moment - and so he did, with a nervous chuckle to accompany the faint grin on his very pale face.

As his shaking fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, he began to strip, as commanded.

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Simon: #d2ce2f

[Kami-Gaz]

With a flash of a smile, she looked up and with normal hands pulled the wide brimmed black hat off of her head and placed it on to the work table to the side. Ahh what a good bit of dramatics could get a girl, if she had done it right, he would have feinted, she was sure of it. He was a supposed hero? If she could drama her way to getting what she wanted from a hero like this then she was bound to be able to convince her parents that she was better off doing this kind of work than sitting in a stuffy university class with people that were leagues below her capability.

“Keep your underwear on, you can keep your dignity.” She chuckled as he hands again shifted into an amorphous mass of raw liquid chocolate. The ooze of her hands shifted and changed into many shapes, showing the foxy vixen’s great control over her own ability and what imaginative things she could do with her engineering knowledge.

When the man was done taking his clothes off, she pointed her arms at the man and winked at him with a sly smile. “You can use the shower in the spa after this is done.” Fleur spoke before a torrent of molten chocolate shot at the man and encased him from foot to chin. So much chocolate was flung at and around him that it would seep under his feet and lift the poor man up off the floor a few inches. Simon’s body would be enchased in moments in a block of chocolate that moulded around his body. It was set nearly perfectly all around apart from a fine line length ways.

After a moment Fleur walked over and pulled the front half away and helped to pull the disrobed and chocolate-stained man out of the latter half of the mould. “I forgot to mention that it would be uncomfortably hot in there didn’t i?” She said quietly, a hint of guilt tinging her tone.