005 [OPEN] Voice

[brotherofagod]

So, I found out that the carnival has motorcycles.

[Jacob declares in a frustrated tone.]

Why can't we get our hands on one? How does that make any sense?

[He's a little bitter about it.]

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[brotherofagod]

Awesome. Let's do it.

[She is the worst influence.]

Let's meet at the carnival entrance after dusk.

[soulsword]

Oh, after dusk. Daring. I'll be there.

Action!

[brotherofagod]

Jacob didn't have a great deal of dark clothing but he'd managed to find a pair of black pants and a deep maroon button down. He wasn't a fan of capes since they got caught on anything in there way but he had a black hood pulled over his dirty blonde hair. He wasn't full ninja but he was trying.

He leaned against the entrance of the carnival with his arms cross over his chest. There were enough people waiting for friends before entering that it was easy for him to blend in with everyone else.

Now he just needed to wait for his partner in crime.

[soulsword]

Pretty much everything Illyana owned currently was black and that made it easy to dress for a night operation. Not that she couldn't have just made something if she'd wanted to do that. Magic was pretty great in that respect. She arrived in one of her teleportation stepping discs, leaving behind the slight smell of sulfur when she got there.

"You look prepared."

[brotherofagod]

"I try." He flashed her a charming cocky grin before giving her a once over. "You're looking the part too." He paused and then added, "maybe a bit better. You think I need skin tight pants?" Jacob worked out and had great legs but he wasn't really a skin tight kind of guy. It didn't matter how much he liked super heroes, he wasn't doing it.

"Do you roughly know the layout of the carnival? The tent is closer to the back. The place I found to slip in is in the Northeast of the tent." He'd done some pre-emptive scouting.

Jacob really wanted a motorcycle.

[soulsword]

"Only if this were a team mission. The uniforms all come with skin tight pants," she said with a smirk. "I think you'd look decent in our current one." That wasn't entirely a lie, compared to some of their other uniforms their current iteration wasn't too bad. "I could get you one." Or maybe she'd save that for a prank for later.

She waved her hand and muttered a few words in a strange guttural language on the ground and then the dirt moved into a rough map of the carnival. "I think it's about like this," she nodded. "Northeast it is then. Once we get to the location we can teleport out with it. Unless your directions are wrong."

[brotherofagod]

Jacob gave her an unconvinced look before quickly changing the subject. "Let's not and say we didn't." He didn't think anyone would want to see him in tight pants but maybe one day he'd buy a better ninja outfit. It felt too much like a costume.

His gaze focused on the dirt model and he nodded, pointing to the area of the tent that didn't have many people around it. "We'll have to go back here. Figured we could just look like we're making out or something if someone catches us. You any good at acting?" He wasn't a great actor but he was very good at looking annoyed which was all he really had to do if someone interrupted them.

"Can you teleport both of us and the bike?"

[soulsword]

"Aw, too bad," she said with a slight curl of her lips. This would certainly be something she'd try to remember as a prank.

She blinked at his suggestion and then rolled her shoulders. "Some would say I'm an excellent actress." Saying she was good at lying and manipulating was the same thing, right? Basically.

Her eyes narrowed at him as if she was actually offended. "I regularly teleported with several full teams." How dare he underestimate her. So rude.

[brotherofagod]

The smile was terrifying but they had shit to do. There wasn't time to think about whatever plans Illyana had brewing in the back of her mind. He wanted that bike and he wasn't going to let this carnival keep it from him. It wasn't like the carnival was filled with nice people anyway, so there was no reason to feel bad.

If he had the inclination to feel bad. As it was, Jacob only felt that what they were doing was right because there was something in that tent that he wanted.

"An actress and familiar with full teams? I'm in the presence of a master." Jake flashed her a charming grin before brushing her 3d model back into the earth. "I'll have to show my stuff." He reached for her arm and pulled her close as if they were a couple.

"Let's go my darling." He laughed because that sounded too weird and he couldn't help himself but they were heading towards the tent and their final destination. It was exciting and he couldn't help but feel the adreniline pumping through his veins.

[soulsword]

"I appreciate the recognition. I'm doubted too often," she said with a little chuckle. Of course most of the doubts people had around exactly how trustworthy she was. Mixed with a heavy dose of suspicion about why exactly she seemed to know so much more than she ever should.

She walked with him but she did recoil just a tiny bit at him calling her darling. "You're laying it on a little thick," she leaned in to whisper so it looked more loving than conspiratorial. She could recover from the recoil and act just as well as him, okay.

[brotherofagod]

He felt a little bad when Illyana tried to pull away but in an attempt to continue their facade he kept his thoughts to himself. "What would you prefer to be called??" Jake had lowered his voice into a whisper to keep the conversation both private and seemingly intimate from those looking onward.

His focus shifted between Illyana to the large tent towering at the far end of the carnival grounds. It'd take a few minutes to walk there since they weren't going to walk in a straight line... that would be far too obvious.