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Neuneg: Meeting Jasmine
She’s only been a phantom thief for a little bit, with only a few heists under her belt, but the longer she goes, the more interesting it gets. Iris sent out her usual notice, with three days’ warning as was customary, and she was starting to get a fair bit of media attention… Which suits her fine. Makes her job that much easier. Tossing her costume into a bag, she heads out, ready for her work.
The sun set before she makes it to her target, a large museum owned by… not one of her relatives. This site isn’t actually one of her main targets, after all, she’s just here to divert attention from her real goals, and the museum’s owner has a reputation for being a terrible person. The museum is barricaded off, with several riot police out in front, and in the street, a couple news vans, reporters, and a small crowd of civilians milling about to see her. Perfect.
She changes nearby, going invisible and stowing her stuff in an empty garbage can, and approaches the crowd still cloaked. Searchlights from above sweep through the area, while the cops all have… guns and shields, it looks like? She feels like she’s being underestimated still.
The crowd is abuzz with anticipation as the stated time draws closer, and Iris gets herself ready. Climbing on top of one of the news vans, she waits, and as soon as the time hits, she gathers the searchlights’ beams, focusing them into a spotlight on the ground in front of the crowd. Iris jumps off the van, letting herself become visible again as she flips and lands neatly, to cheers from the crowd- it’s not much, still a small crowd, but she feels herself smiling from the attention.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” She calls into the crowd, in a lower, more booming voice, standing upright and then bowing with a flourish. “As promised, the Starlit Spectre is here to liberate the beautiful gem trapped by those who don’t deserve it.” The police immediately bristled, their hands going to their guns, but as expected… They can’t fire on her. After all, the media is broadcasting all this live, and there was a crowd of innocents behind her. One stray shot, and the media would jump all over it… She grins to herself.
“Miss Specter!” One of the reporters thrusts a microphone at her face- Iris takes a moment to be glad she’s using her heels for height instead of her illusions this time, so the sound gets captured right. “You haven’t failed a heist yet, but this time, there’s a barricade and police between you and the museum. Do you think you can still get in?”
“But of course.” Iris smiles at the camera, then turns to wave to the crowd. “I was thinking I was just going to go in through the front door.”
The crowd roars in excitement, as more people stop by to look. “Do you think you can get past all of these officers?” the reporter asks incredulously.
“Oh, I don’t need to.” She replies calmly. “They’re all about to get out of the way on their own. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
With that, she turns and starts walking towards the door. The cops raise their guns, waiting for her to get close enough that they can shoot her without risking hitting the civilians, but Iris has no intention of letting them. It’s a simple matter- She simply singles out a cop, waves at him, and projects an illusion… feeling no pity at all as she makes it look like he’s pointing his gun at the cop beside him instead.
The cops immediately break ranks, surprised by the “traitor”. One tries to tackle the “traitor” down, who, being completely oblivious, assumes that the one tackling is the traitor and fights back. The cops begin to wrestle with each other, the wall of shields coming down, and she simply walks through the gaps in the barricade, as the cops are busy trying to wrangle the ones on her side, and really pointing guns at each other, that she gets in with no fuss.
After that, it’s all smooth sailing- she notices that there simply aren’t any security guards left inside. The entire museum is completely abandoned, with no one inside, as if the cops outside were supposed to be enough to stop her… She feels a little insulted, but doesn’t question the good fortune, and she makes her way back to the exhibit she’s after, the world’s most beautiful emerald…
And finds, when she gets there, another thief. This one is… another girl, she thinks, in a leather catsuit not dissimilar to her own, only in black, and with a mask instead of Iris’s cowl… And, more importantly, the part Iris focuses on most, is that this other thief currently has her hands in the glass, on the emerald she was trying to steal. Rude as shit.
“That’s mine, you know.” She glares daggers at this other thief.
“I was here first.” The masked thief replies, still not moving her hands off of the emerald.
“I claimed it days ago!” She shoots back, marching over to take it from her.
“Doesn’t matter!” The other thief replies, pulling the emerald out, keeping it close to her body.
“How doesn’t it matter, that’s mine!” Iris lunges, trying to swipe it.
The masked thief doesn’t actually reply to that, choosing to skip backwards a few steps, quickly and silently. All Iris can do in response is lunge again, but this time go low to try to sweep her legs out from under her. The other thief responds with a leap - one that’s much higher than what most people do - and a faint breeze can be felt as she makes a point to leap over Iris.
Damn it, another magician- is all Iris has time to think, spinning around to at least keep her eyes on the other girl. It’s hard to see her, though. In that time that Iris took to spin around, the other girl had taken to the shadows, hiding in them, quickly and silently. Iris makes an annoyed noise, and then shines her light around, checking the shadows for her…
… Except there’s no one there anymore, and there are no sounds to give away the fact that another person is there.
Iris curses. Still, she has a couple other stops she has to make… The emerald wasn’t her real goal, after all, and she lost a lot of time. There’s no point in chasing someone she already lost… but she’s distracted now, furious at this other thief. What kind of asshole steps in on someone else’s heist? Anger boils beneath the surface as she makes her stops- first, the offices in the back, quickly swiping the financial data from the computers in the director’s office. Not hard, though slow, since it looks like the computer there was so old it could have been a display piece itself. Then, to the security room- even the guards had been sent home, probably out of fear she could disguise herself as one, so she had no obstacles in wiping the security footage of her fight with that other thief, then shutting everything down so it wouldn’t see her on the way out.
And now, she takes a breath to calm herself, trying to think of what to do. If a phantom thief like her fails this early in her career, she’ll not be taken seriously again… She couldn’t have that. So she has to make it look like she succeeded. But that meant taking all the heat off another thief, and she really doesn’t want to make anything easier for that asshole… but it’s not like she has a choice. Damn it all.
Returning to the front, she bent light around a corner to see what was going on outside, but where no one could see her… The cops had reorganized themselves, keeping their guns trained on the inside. Nothing to worry about- she takes a side exit through the back, and invisibly saunters around to the front, where she, without anyone noticing, begins to tamper with a fire hydrant. Finally, with all preparations complete, she projects an illusion of herself walking forward towards the crowd, holding up an emerald for all to see, then stowing it away in a bag. The emerald’s illusion isn’t perfect, since she didn’t actually have it with her, so she gets it out of sight as soon as possible. Naturally, the cops all point their guns at her, until the illusion waves a hand… and Iris finishes opening up the fire hydrant. A powerful blast of water shoots out, knocking all the cops into each other, and in their panic they begin to fire wildly into the air…
The reporters are stunned, but immediately begin speaking into their microphones- “The Starlit Spectre, known to be a light magician, has just been witnessed using water magic”- exactly as planned. Controlling two elements is impossible, after all, so now she is something special. She quickly takes her illusion’s place, dismissing it, and gives the crowd a resigned shrug, as if she was being forced to admit to something she had wanted to keep secret. With that, she winks, blows a kiss to the crowd, with another illusion of a lick of flame coming from her breath, goes invisible again, and lets an illusion of herself lift up as if it’s being carried by the wind. She waves, and the illusion begins to fly away- the cops, finally recovering themselves, fire after her illusion, but Iris just makes a huge flash, and the illusion vanishes while everyone’s blind.
With her work done, she drops the stolen data (on a stolen usb stick) into one of the media van windows, and leaves. But even once she’s changed back, her thoughts are dominated by that one asshole thief who got away with her prize…. She can’t even take pride in how well her heist went off, with how frustrated she is. If she ever sees that thief again, she decides, she’ll make her regret it.
Effects:
WOW WHAT AN ASSHOLE
jasmine why!!!!
also i'm really clever and these guys suck
wow i'm kind of a one-trick pony with illusions, too, maybe i need to steal kaito's gadgets
BUT JASMINE WHY
She’s only been a phantom thief for a little bit, with only a few heists under her belt, but the longer she goes, the more interesting it gets. Iris sent out her usual notice, with three days’ warning as was customary, and she was starting to get a fair bit of media attention… Which suits her fine. Makes her job that much easier. Tossing her costume into a bag, she heads out, ready for her work.
The sun set before she makes it to her target, a large museum owned by… not one of her relatives. This site isn’t actually one of her main targets, after all, she’s just here to divert attention from her real goals, and the museum’s owner has a reputation for being a terrible person. The museum is barricaded off, with several riot police out in front, and in the street, a couple news vans, reporters, and a small crowd of civilians milling about to see her. Perfect.
She changes nearby, going invisible and stowing her stuff in an empty garbage can, and approaches the crowd still cloaked. Searchlights from above sweep through the area, while the cops all have… guns and shields, it looks like? She feels like she’s being underestimated still.
The crowd is abuzz with anticipation as the stated time draws closer, and Iris gets herself ready. Climbing on top of one of the news vans, she waits, and as soon as the time hits, she gathers the searchlights’ beams, focusing them into a spotlight on the ground in front of the crowd. Iris jumps off the van, letting herself become visible again as she flips and lands neatly, to cheers from the crowd- it’s not much, still a small crowd, but she feels herself smiling from the attention.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” She calls into the crowd, in a lower, more booming voice, standing upright and then bowing with a flourish. “As promised, the Starlit Spectre is here to liberate the beautiful gem trapped by those who don’t deserve it.” The police immediately bristled, their hands going to their guns, but as expected… They can’t fire on her. After all, the media is broadcasting all this live, and there was a crowd of innocents behind her. One stray shot, and the media would jump all over it… She grins to herself.
“Miss Specter!” One of the reporters thrusts a microphone at her face- Iris takes a moment to be glad she’s using her heels for height instead of her illusions this time, so the sound gets captured right. “You haven’t failed a heist yet, but this time, there’s a barricade and police between you and the museum. Do you think you can still get in?”
“But of course.” Iris smiles at the camera, then turns to wave to the crowd. “I was thinking I was just going to go in through the front door.”
The crowd roars in excitement, as more people stop by to look. “Do you think you can get past all of these officers?” the reporter asks incredulously.
“Oh, I don’t need to.” She replies calmly. “They’re all about to get out of the way on their own. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
With that, she turns and starts walking towards the door. The cops raise their guns, waiting for her to get close enough that they can shoot her without risking hitting the civilians, but Iris has no intention of letting them. It’s a simple matter- She simply singles out a cop, waves at him, and projects an illusion… feeling no pity at all as she makes it look like he’s pointing his gun at the cop beside him instead.
The cops immediately break ranks, surprised by the “traitor”. One tries to tackle the “traitor” down, who, being completely oblivious, assumes that the one tackling is the traitor and fights back. The cops begin to wrestle with each other, the wall of shields coming down, and she simply walks through the gaps in the barricade, as the cops are busy trying to wrangle the ones on her side, and really pointing guns at each other, that she gets in with no fuss.
After that, it’s all smooth sailing- she notices that there simply aren’t any security guards left inside. The entire museum is completely abandoned, with no one inside, as if the cops outside were supposed to be enough to stop her… She feels a little insulted, but doesn’t question the good fortune, and she makes her way back to the exhibit she’s after, the world’s most beautiful emerald…
And finds, when she gets there, another thief. This one is… another girl, she thinks, in a leather catsuit not dissimilar to her own, only in black, and with a mask instead of Iris’s cowl… And, more importantly, the part Iris focuses on most, is that this other thief currently has her hands in the glass, on the emerald she was trying to steal. Rude as shit.
“That’s mine, you know.” She glares daggers at this other thief.
“I was here first.” The masked thief replies, still not moving her hands off of the emerald.
“I claimed it days ago!” She shoots back, marching over to take it from her.
“Doesn’t matter!” The other thief replies, pulling the emerald out, keeping it close to her body.
“How doesn’t it matter, that’s mine!” Iris lunges, trying to swipe it.
The masked thief doesn’t actually reply to that, choosing to skip backwards a few steps, quickly and silently. All Iris can do in response is lunge again, but this time go low to try to sweep her legs out from under her. The other thief responds with a leap - one that’s much higher than what most people do - and a faint breeze can be felt as she makes a point to leap over Iris.
Damn it, another magician- is all Iris has time to think, spinning around to at least keep her eyes on the other girl. It’s hard to see her, though. In that time that Iris took to spin around, the other girl had taken to the shadows, hiding in them, quickly and silently. Iris makes an annoyed noise, and then shines her light around, checking the shadows for her…
… Except there’s no one there anymore, and there are no sounds to give away the fact that another person is there.
Iris curses. Still, she has a couple other stops she has to make… The emerald wasn’t her real goal, after all, and she lost a lot of time. There’s no point in chasing someone she already lost… but she’s distracted now, furious at this other thief. What kind of asshole steps in on someone else’s heist? Anger boils beneath the surface as she makes her stops- first, the offices in the back, quickly swiping the financial data from the computers in the director’s office. Not hard, though slow, since it looks like the computer there was so old it could have been a display piece itself. Then, to the security room- even the guards had been sent home, probably out of fear she could disguise herself as one, so she had no obstacles in wiping the security footage of her fight with that other thief, then shutting everything down so it wouldn’t see her on the way out.
And now, she takes a breath to calm herself, trying to think of what to do. If a phantom thief like her fails this early in her career, she’ll not be taken seriously again… She couldn’t have that. So she has to make it look like she succeeded. But that meant taking all the heat off another thief, and she really doesn’t want to make anything easier for that asshole… but it’s not like she has a choice. Damn it all.
Returning to the front, she bent light around a corner to see what was going on outside, but where no one could see her… The cops had reorganized themselves, keeping their guns trained on the inside. Nothing to worry about- she takes a side exit through the back, and invisibly saunters around to the front, where she, without anyone noticing, begins to tamper with a fire hydrant. Finally, with all preparations complete, she projects an illusion of herself walking forward towards the crowd, holding up an emerald for all to see, then stowing it away in a bag. The emerald’s illusion isn’t perfect, since she didn’t actually have it with her, so she gets it out of sight as soon as possible. Naturally, the cops all point their guns at her, until the illusion waves a hand… and Iris finishes opening up the fire hydrant. A powerful blast of water shoots out, knocking all the cops into each other, and in their panic they begin to fire wildly into the air…
The reporters are stunned, but immediately begin speaking into their microphones- “The Starlit Spectre, known to be a light magician, has just been witnessed using water magic”- exactly as planned. Controlling two elements is impossible, after all, so now she is something special. She quickly takes her illusion’s place, dismissing it, and gives the crowd a resigned shrug, as if she was being forced to admit to something she had wanted to keep secret. With that, she winks, blows a kiss to the crowd, with another illusion of a lick of flame coming from her breath, goes invisible again, and lets an illusion of herself lift up as if it’s being carried by the wind. She waves, and the illusion begins to fly away- the cops, finally recovering themselves, fire after her illusion, but Iris just makes a huge flash, and the illusion vanishes while everyone’s blind.
With her work done, she drops the stolen data (on a stolen usb stick) into one of the media van windows, and leaves. But even once she’s changed back, her thoughts are dominated by that one asshole thief who got away with her prize…. She can’t even take pride in how well her heist went off, with how frustrated she is. If she ever sees that thief again, she decides, she’ll make her regret it.
Effects:
WOW WHAT AN ASSHOLE
jasmine why!!!!
also i'm really clever and these guys suck
wow i'm kind of a one-trick pony with illusions, too, maybe i need to steal kaito's gadgets
BUT JASMINE WHY