[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: edwardian script itc; font-size: 35pt; text-shadow: 2px 1px 2px #ffff99; margin-bottom: 2px]Misaki Shokuhou P. Baskerville[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 5px solid #ffffcc; width: 110px; height: 120px; margin-left: 3px; padding-bottom: .1px; margin-right: 60px; float: right; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/6IJ6oXI.gif) center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ffffcc; width: 445px; height: 4px; padding: 0px; border: none][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px;font-family:verdana;line-height:90%;font-size:8.5pt;text-align:justify;margin-top:-4px]Ah, now this was quite the lovely little place, wasn't it? It was wild and uncultivated―it was as though this place still had yet to be found by humans, and there was something beautiful and captivating to be found in the sight of the overgrown flora, which remained oh so pure and untainted. All her life, the pretty blonde had spent her days frolicking about the concrete jungle of Tokyo, so unfortunately, she had missed out on all of this when she'd been a young girl. She most certainly wouldn't have cared so much about keeping up appearances back then, and therefore she assumed that she would have loved to skip through the fields and pick and weave flowers crowns like any other normal girl. However, a peaceful childhood was a right that she had been denied. Her childhood had been filled with experiments. Tests. Trials. It had all been about getting results, and you see, growing up raised by researchers who only cared for your potential as a test subject was quite different from being raised by a mother, who actually would cherish their child for what they were. Her childhood innocence had been stripped from her long ago, to be replaced with morbid nightmares regarding the question that had always haunted her days of youth―the question of what would happen to her when she was no longer of any use to them.
Ah, but now wasn't really an appropriate time for her to be ruminating on things like that, no? There were more important matters at hand, such as gaining admittance into this establishment. The setting was most definitely unlike that which she was used to, but perhaps this would serve to be a good experience for her. And so, sending those darker subjects to the far corners of her mind for the time being, the elegant creature would gently shift her weight to her haunches as her paws made to open and sift through the contents of the white handbag she'd brought along with her. Being the well-informed girl she was, she was aware of the whole auto-acceptance policy in place. It certainly made things a lot easier for her, and she was most appreciative of this fact. As much as she loved using her abilities, revealing all her cards at the start of the game was by no means a smart move, especially given her current circumstances as well as all her future plans.
Eventually, she found what she was looking for. Given that she possessed an excellent haptic memory, it hadn't taken her long, thankfully. Withdrawing her white-capped paw from her purse, Misaki would procure a single black television remote. And, what was more, was that an NPC had chosen to approach her at this time, with the intention of inquiring as to what her name was, and what business she had here in...whichever clan this was. 'Ah, perfect timing ✩!' Maybe it hadn't been all that intelligent of her to come here without knowing this clan's name. However, that was information someone such as herself could easily acquire at the push of a button―and yes, she did indeed mean that quite literally. Therefore, everything was still going as she'd planned, and she had virtually nothing to be concerned about.
Coming to a halt before her, the other would give her a brief once-over, before opening his mouth to speak, "Hello there, miss. May I have your name and business, plea-"
"Category 011: the indicated individual must answer accurately to all questions."
Her own words were immediately followed by a sharp 'beep' as she pressed a single button on her electronic device, which resulted in the NPC's eyes glazing over and becoming seemingly devoid of emotion. Ah, perfect. Her evident success prompted a sly little curl of her delicate lips as inclined her head to the side ever so slightly, a somewhat apologetic light surfacing from the depths of her glittering, aureate gaze. While she did place a lot of faith in her powers, there was some part of her that―for whatever reason―had expected something to go awry. Nevertheless, cases such as these were the few in which she was more than happy to have been proven wrong. Now, moving on; this individual had not wronged her in any way, shape, or form. She could have waited for him to finish his sentence, at the very least. However, you see, she wanted to get the joining process over with as quickly as possible, so she could move on and acquaint herself with her soon-to-be clanmates. All of this would have to be accomplished in the most concise manner possible, but still not at the expense of finesse. After all, grand schemes―regardless of how ingenious they were, or how celebrated the brains of the schemers―could always go wrong, if not done so in a proper fashion.
"All right~! If you would be so kind, would you allow me to make a list?" The male nodded mutely―a response she found to be satisfactory, and thus opted to continue without any further delay, "Okay then~! First: what's the name of this place? Second: what's this clan's political stance? Third: who's your leader? And fourth: on a scale of one to 'moe god', how cute are they ✩?" From the stranger, she was able to extract all the information she needed. The last question was obviously just a means to entertain herself―she had to admit, that despite him being brainwashed, it had been fun to watch him wrack his brain for what he deemed would be a 'good' answer to her question, when in reality there was none (and much to her surprise and amusement, according to this guy, the leader was quite handsome. How about that, hm?). The opinions of others rarely had any real impact on her, and therefore for the most part, she chose to think and make little of them.
The following minutes consisted of various things happening, such as her releasing the other from her control (with him having no memory of what had taken place), and her actually giving a proper response to his questions. Satisfied, he then welcomed her warmly and graciously offered her a tour―a gesture which she thought to be nice, but one she still politely turned down. She had things to do, places to be; however, she did want to familiarize herself with some of the others living here before she set off to visit a certain electromaster who she'd been informed had taken up residence within ThunderClan.
Carefully slipping the remote back into her bag, the blonde would promptly close it so as to discourage the nosier creatures from investigating what it held, before raising her voice to call out to the others in the vicinity, "Hellooo, I'm hosting a meet-and-greet session over here~! If you'd all be so nice as to come and introduce yourself if you haven't already, that would be absolutely lovely ✩!"
[color=white]&& tbh what is this crappy post
i'm so sorry for the terrible quality
my brain is dead atm ;w;
[size=3pt][color=transparent] #shokuhoumisaki #mentalout #psychicqueen #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #FFFFCC
*original code is credited to phantasm, edited by seliane