bakerstreet | formal wear meme.

( most likely at a party clad in this creation. more character info in journal. )

( You know he had to do it to ’em. )

[She'll be wearing something like this, unless you need her in something more subtle for an undercover mission.]

Edited 2019-05-23 12:09 (UTC)

[ ~~i'm still buried under tag mountain but~~ space avengers mission while double dating their crushes? lol ]

[Ahahaha, I’m so here for that.]

[Overdramatic vampire wears McQueen news at 11]

[ Illya may look as neutral as possible but he's screaming internally, he'd rather not be at this party, but perhaps it's for the mission or fun, who knows. ]

[ There is a non-zero chance Solo dragged him here, and Solo did it because a. it's fun to irritate Peril, and b. there's something here he wants to steal. But mostly the first, Illya always delivers, and it's becoming a focal point for him. Who knew his dour Russian was so much fun? There's hope for him yet. ]

Oh, don't look like you'd rather have your toenails pulled off.

[ Soft, but cheerful, as he hands over a glass of champagne. Solo leans near him, making it look as though they're in deep conversation. ]

See anyone interesting?

[ To be fair, Illya feels out of his element here, sort of like a fish out of water. Hence, it can be amusing. ]

"... I miss my cats."

[ There's some truth to the small talk. He furrows a brow a bit before he takes the champagne glass. He might give it to Gaby later, who he's trying to spot amongst the crowd. ]

"No."

[Let's be real, the trio is party crashing and she's in something like the black lace

[The odds are, she's not to happy or comfortable right now...]

[ Wearing a different kind of suit for this event. She's likely only here for a friend who convinced her to go outside for once, and to eat some of the more fancy stuff while casually just doing this at the buffet line. ]

[ Masquerade? Infiltrating a party with someone else's face? With her own face?? On a date???? Who cares, she's an adorable rose petal. ]

{{ooc: and I'll take any excuse to get him cleaned up. Sorry for the long set-up lol, but if anything needs changing lmk~!

[The Hero Commission's building is usually a carefully-guarded fortress, with ID swipes and security checkpoints around just about every corner. It's managed with such paranoid rigorousness that Tomura would call it a prison before he called it a workplace, but for the most part, the vigilance does its job and keeps HC employees safe and their data guarded. The building might as well be impenetrable, if public relations weren't so devastatingly important to keep. What some tyrants hate most is to be called a tyrant, so the pretense of benevolent rule it is.

At a few points in the year, the HC holds its bread and circuses for a rotating group of guests: the politicians, the sponsors, the community activists. By necessity, security goes down somewhat with the third of those groups as the most vocal leaders and circles come and go, so that's when slipping in amongst the crowd becomes the easiest. All it took was a little bit of research and the trouble of procuring the right clothing and name tag. Then, it was simply a matter of mixing with the caterers, and once inside the gala room, disintegrating the uniform in favor of a more fitting suit. A laminated piece of paper pinned to his lapel identified him for the moment as Hisaoki Kosuke.

With his hair spray-dyed a brown that he hates and make-up covering his most distinguishing scars, Tomura's just on this side of unrecognizable. After all, not many people outside of the League of Villains had ever gotten a really good look at him, and who expects the most wanted villains in Japan to appear right under their noses? It's almost carefree weaving between guests and caterers, keeping an eye on the hosts and their security, occasionally making conversation about how concerned he is that some heroes use excessive force in their arrests. It's almost fun—just missing the destructive aspect that would complete its entertainment value.

Unfortunately—and very much unlike them—they're taking the covert route tonight. Their target is the office of the Tartarus liaison: in the best-case scenario, they could find and download every bit of information they'd need to reach All For One in his cell, and whatever other detours on the way. They just can't have the heroes alerted to their plans by launching a direct assault on the HC building, so playing this one close to the chest is imperative. In that interest, he broke away from Toga earlier on in the evening, and only seeks her out again when he has their next move in mind.

He tilts his head in the direction of a woman in a purple dress, and elaborates with a level tone: ] "That's Morimoto Yukari, works here in PR. If you use her and get her ID, you'll be able to get up to the right floor."

[ Aside from the nice clothes and glittering party venues, rich people have got to be the most boring people on the planet. The way they spend all that money isn't even exciting, despite how much all their posturing proves they think otherwise. But giving an airheaded giggle and wide eyes at things that are apparently supposed to be impressive gets you a long way.

Pigs.

It's not even that difficult to slip away from whichever support item investor was yacking away to his circle about empty promises of accessibility, just a eensy detour to go powder her nose tee-hee, and meet back up with Tomura in the face she chose for tonight.

(Brunette, bright green eyes, a gentle smile and a laugh that sounded like the tones of a wind chime in summer and just as refreshing--ah, but it isn't healthy to dwell on old flames.)

She gives the indicated woman a quick once-over, lovely dress, before committing her face to memory. ]

Did she bring a plus one with her?

[If Toga didn't indicate before arriving how she'd look, Tomura would have had a great deal of trouble picking her out. She has a knack for blending into her role, weaving through the existing social circles with much more enthusiasm than he can manage, though he doubts she finds this event particularly entertaining.

She's good. The lot of them always give it their all, don't they? The longer he has them around, the more confident he grows that he's chosen the right people.

He slides into the space at the standing table beside her, glancing over her transformation with mild interest. It's no one he's seen before, but he doesn't track where she gets her supplies either. As long as they don't bring trouble back, he's quite willing to let everyone do as they please.

The question is answered with a shake of his head.] "No. Luckily for us, she's here alone..."

[A caterer passes by, and Tomura swipes a glass of wine for himself, and some bubbly non-alcoholic shit for Toga. Look, he knows his own limits, but not hers, and neither of them need to be buzzed right now.]

"We should do it sooner rather than later. Security will be tighter down here, but it'll be easier to slip away while the crowd's still around."

Easy peasy.

[ She keeps her eyes trained on the woman while taking the offered drink, idly swirling the glass. Seems confident in her body language, as expected of someone whose job is talking to people, makes good eye contact, keeps her hands folded in front of her--open but not too threatening, gestures more with her head and shoulders when talking...

But this is all from a distance. Books, covers, all that jazz. Toga will need to get closer to be the most convincing, even for a short ride like this one. ]

Just give me a few minutes. [ She takes a step in Morimoto's direction...and comes back, holding a hand out to Tomura. ] And your drink, if you wanna cut that time even shorter.

[It would be easy to write Toga off, for her youth or for her lackadaisical attitude, but by now Tomura knows her well enough to be familiar with the way she works. He maintains his silence for her sake as she studies the target—after all, he appreciates it when his allies are thorough—and directs his own eyes elsewhere, not to draw too much attention by staring.

She doesn't have to ask for his drink though. He rolls his eyes but hands it over anyways, along with a small tablet he surreptitiously presses into her palm. Something to make their target dizzy and knock her out for a few minutes, virtually undetectable afterwards.]

"Go get 'er," [he murmurs.] "I'll be listening." [That is, if she runs into any trouble. The communication devices the Doctor gave them are proving all too useful.]

[ There's a teasing wink, but that's all Tomura gets before her entire demeanor shifts from Toga into someone completely different. Her head is low, hands holding the drinks close to her chest, and her steps are quick but quiet, like a mouse scurrying away from some imagined danger.

She manages to get just outside Morimoto's circle when whatever conversation she'd been having dies down, and the timid little mouse gets her attention in a low voice. ]

Um, excuse me, sorry, but...there's a man that hasn't left me alone all night. Can we-- [ Morimoto glances over in the direction Toga came from, prompting her to sidestep into that line of sight. ] No! No no no, please don't look, I don't want--

[ A moment to breathe, as if she's fighting back tears. ] Just...can we pretend we're best friends who need to get caught up for a little while?

[ Morimoto immediately steps in closer, unfolding a hand from in front of her to place on Toga's shoulder. Friendly, but protective. They're already talking about something else, friends, family, lies rolling off her tongue without any hesitation, but her laugh at the other woman's lighthearted comments remains tepid, on guard. 'Is he still around?' Morimoto whispers. Toga glances elsewhere, and nods. 'Come on, let's lose him.' Morimoto smiles, using the hand on Toga's shoulder to steer her in the direction of somewhere more private.

Not long now. ]

[He watches Toga for a moment as she goes, her head and shoulders slumping as she melts into her role. He doesn't know for sure what she has in mind, but he has confidence that whatever she chooses will do the job. Paying half a mind to his earpiece, he turns away and blends into the crowd elsewhere.

Some time later, he's been pulled into a discussion about the changes in industry culture ("Did you hear about the new provisional license exam? It's about time they emphasized cooperation over glory-seeking!") interspersed with a healthy dose of gossip ("Apparently the Todoroki kid didn't make it." "I feel bad for him. Imagine the pressure he's under with a father like that..."). His ability to multitask—or at least listen in on two conversations at once—is paying off, and he catches enough snippets from Toga to gather what angle she's playing at, as well as the moment she decides to lead their target away.

He glances over, just to know in which direction they're headed, but keeps it brief provided the story she's selling. A few minutes later, they're no longer in sight of the reception hall, and he too excuses himself away from the discussion. And thank fuck for that—he's going to go out of his mind if he has to listen to another proposal to bring heroes out to meet underprivileged kids or whatever, as though anyone's personal idols give a shit. At a wine-and-dine for a demographic supposedly so difficult for the HC to woo, Tomura still finds the lot remarkably innocuous and dull.

A quick stroll through the hallways takes him to the men's bathroom, where he ducks inside and verifies that no one else is present. He breathes a sigh of relief to be able to drop the courteous act, if only for a few minutes, and leans against the sink while Toga's conversation carries on through the earpiece. He'd reach out to her first, but not yet—not while Morimoto is still conscious and able to pick out any possible noise from the communication device.]

[ The low-volume Girl Talk keeps on for a little bit, "Toga" coming out of her shell a little more the further away they get from the main event. The only thing out of the ordinary is when Morimoto says they need to make a quick detour to the ladies room with a wavering voice, of course, of course, and by the time Toga's practically holding her up she isn't aware enough to realize she's propped up on a closed toilet and has the business end of a knife at her hairline.

A small cut, but plenty of blood. More than enough to work with.

The noises Tomura's treated to are nothing short of morbid. There's a few moments of silence after slurping and meat reshaping itself, and the voice in his earpiece is different--vaguely familiar by now, but different. ]

Alrighty, she's out.

[Good thing that he's used to Toga's transformations now, but it's still not pleasant to hear it all up close. It's not quite the sound of water; it's something more viscous than that, like a bubbling broth, and that makes it more visceral somehow, but Tomura isn't one to complain about disgust—hard to keep the high ground with the hands and everything. He wrinkles his nose at the noises at the most, and otherwise makes no comment—she's doing this for them, after all, and Tomura has enough grace to appreciate that.

The words that are spoken next indicates that everything had gone smoothly, and he follows up quickly.] "Got it. You're in the bathroom, right? Lock her in a stall before you go up; I'll make sure no one finds her before we've got what we need."

[ He is very uncomfortable. ]

[He cleans up nicely.]

[At some form of gala, diplomatic party or something else of that sort wearing this dress and her hair's done in this style]

Edited 2019-05-24 00:56 (UTC)

[He'll go out in something like this]

[ Perhaps she'll wear something like this. In either form. ]

[ooc: For a mission!]

[Probably attending a party. M/M for shipping.]

[M/M for shipping]

[gen only, and this better be really necessary. full dress uniform? Yes.]

[She'd love a chance for this.]

(( post endgame okay? ))

[ definitely! ]

[ it wasn't exactly where he planned to see himself, especially properly dressed up in a two-piece this time when he hadn't even put in as much effort for tony's memorial, but it was something to do when there was nothing else to focus on again, not with his old life long gone or his farm in wakanda reclaimed by the locals. in a way, it made sense; things felt a lot like the closing of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. he doesn't really know where exactly the next chapter starts either, but that's probably why he's here.

he'd seen her in her armor before, and basically only that, but even for as elegant as the white suit decorated in golden plates is, it doesn't quite compare to the dress she's put on to meet the formality of her inauguration. actually, he hadn't even realized something like the single sleeve gown she has on was even in her possession. she hadn't ever seemed the type to really be into dressing up, though his experience with her was limited at best.

when a few of her new asgardian citizens bid pardon from speaking with her, he manages to find the chance to approach, wanting to offer his own congratulations to the new king. ]

Is it always so formal here? I wouldn't have thought, since it started as a fishing village and all. [ everything has been done up since he arrived earlier on in the day. there wasn't even a single boat out of dock. ]

Edited 2019-05-31 05:33 (UTC)

[ the throne was never meant for someone like her. she'd been surrounded by the gold and glamour of royalty for too many years to count, wrought on centuries of war and bloodshed all to be swept aside and forgotten. when thor had left the crown in her hands, she didn't know what to do at first — there's no physical evidence of it, no horned headdress or anything like it, just a title and duty, and the responsibility she'd grown so used to carrying.

maybe it's something she still needs to break in, like the gown she'd slipped into that morning. her armor would have done the job just fine, but this is new asgard now, a new home and a new era of peace; changes are inevitable in the wake of everything that has happened, and that extends beyond things like a quiet inauguration in a little seaside town.

the difference in new asgard now compared to what it was under thor's jurisdiction is almost like night and day. there's a sense of order now — brunnhilde runs a tight ship but with less of an iron fist as others might expect. after all, asgard is a people, not a place. ]

You should've seen it a few months ago. I didn't even recognize it this morning.

[ her tone is as dry as ever, but there's a softness in her expression now that was missing before. maybe it's the occasion or maybe it's the fact that he's here, someone she didn't expect to see again. ]

It's good to see you.

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