>>5994660“Could not risk Astra half breeds spotting the magic shimmer and physical disguises take too much time to put on every morning. Also I don’t really have any morphine killers so you're going to get a lot of pain while hobbling so bite a cloth for a bit.” States Rose as she pulls out another scroll and taps onto her forehead as her body changes to a male overworked salary worker.
“I can bite my cape for this. Also what image should I pick?”
“I say go for the generic salary guy since you can always pick another identity later.”
Adding deed to word William places the mask on himself as he feels his flesh morph underneath his skin as he pictures the most stereotypical salaryman he can think of as he changes his white suit into a normal black and white. Feeling the ways of change pass through him he turns to Rose who gives him a thumbs up before stuffing passing over the scarf. Wrapping the scarf on his neck and biting down as William lets Rose begin carrying him. A blur of pain and lights assault William as he hobbles to the subway station as pulses of pain flare in his mind as his ankle burns in each step. Passing by buildings, stores, trees, and streets as he barely keeps consciousness during the trip before a few more ords in homeless clothing help lift him up during the train ride. With Rose greeting them and speaking about random topics as words turn static from the constant pain of walking before William dozes off from the effort. Waking back up in a chair wearing his armor, suit, and cape as a blanket lays on top of him with an ice pack on his head. A bit of soreness on his arm welcomes him as well as a few patches on his ankles showing up his rolled up pants where the pain is being numbed away. Looking around the room to see barely a desk and no wall decorations a far cry from the high class cartels or shows of wealth that he expected a crime faction would have. Hearing a few voices approach from the hallways having a heated talk as they enter the room.
“-ay pineapple on pizza is a crime against food and a sign of mental illness.” Says a familiar salesman.
“Says the guy that cosplays as different people.” Says an overworked salary man.
“That is part of the job you can’t fault me for that mister overwork.”
“I will stab yo-oh hey agent S. So begin the soul contract now.” Says a blonde man that enters the room holding two maracas and wearing a big hat with a smile on his face.
“The fuck?” Says William noticing his voice is higher pitch as another scarf is on his throat.
“You were out of it for the night and long enough we had to get breakfast. We still got some pizza and tacos in the back after the binding.” Adds the boss as he pulls out a knife, contract, and a vial of rainbow colored blood shining in the light.
“Sure so what is the process?”
“Take this knife, draw your blood and spill it on the contract as the rainbow fey blood gets added to seal the deal with a third party.”
part 2
