Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180926000803/@comment-26892768-20180928163330

(And we start...now)

It was a busy night, to say the least.

''The phantom thief had struck once again - security had figured it out around the time the fifth camera went out, but by the time the police had arrived, she'd already "withdrawn" the money she wanted and escaped. Police were everywhere - cars, helicopters, and the like - but there was no sign of her. It seems that she'd once again escaped the police...''

''Meanwhile, a good distance away from the crime in an alley, a cloak fell, and the very figure the police were looking for sighed in relief, putting the cloaking device away. Flying idly by her shoulder was a mechanical wasp, and next to her feet was a large mechanical tarantula hauling a large bag of cash behind it. The tarantula made some cheerful chirping noises.''

"Yeah, that was ''pretty close..." The figure chuckled, her voice having an otherwordly echo to it. "Thank god for cloaking and phasing. Now, all that's left to do is-"''

"FREEZE!"

The figure turned around, surprised, to see a single officer down the alley, pointing a gun at her.

''"You are under arrest for several charges of breaking and entering and grand larceny! Put your hands in the air!" The officer ordered.''

''Internally, the figure sighed. The officer held no threat to her - any bullets he'd fire she could just phase through at will, and it wasn't like pepper spray or tasing her would do much, either - but the thing was, outside of her phantom thief persona, she knew this officer in real life, and happened to be good friends with him. As easy as it would be to just punch him in the face and be done with it, she really didn't want to.''

''However, as her gaze briefly wandered, she noticed that the tarantula had folded back into it's other form - a suitcase - and that the wasp had wrapped its legs around it. Looking back towards the officer, the figure noted that his focus was entirely on her. Having an idea of what the tarantula and wasp were planning, she decided to play along.''

''"Well, that's one way to say hello." She remarked.''

''"Wh-I'm not saying hello! I'm arresting you!" The officer clarified.''

''"Yeah, yeah...some luck you've got there, by the way. I mean, you get the memo late, and when you're riding up to the scene, you happen to spot the criminal that everyone's searching for! What's your secret?" She asked.''

"I wasn't...I wasn't running la-I mean, that's irrelevant! ''Just...stay where you are, and don't move!" The officer reached for his radio...''

''Only for the figure to come closer, leaning against a nearby wall. "Oh, but how can I, near someone like you? I mean, it is just the two of us here..."''

''"Uhhh..." The officer blushed, unsure how to respond. And that's when the suitcase and the bag of money was dropped on his head, knocking him out immediately.''

''"Good job, you two." The figure remarked to the victorious tarantula and wasp. She looked at the figure, sighing. "It didn't feel right playing with his emotions like that, but it was better then just punching him in the face. Now let's get out of here before someone else notices us."''

''And with that, the figure leaped towards a wall and hopped off of it, repeating the process and keeping it up until she landed on the roof of a building. She walked towards a piece of canvas laid over something, lifted it up, and then reached for her belt and pulled the device in it out. With that, the armor on the figure seemed to disintegrate into thin air, revealing...nothing. The belt and device fell onto the roof, as the place where the figure stood was now empty.''

''The unconscious figure beneath the canvas then woke up, pushing the canvas aside as she put the belt and Memory elsewhere. She brushed off her suit, adjusted her hat, and then looked to the city below as the wasp and tarantula joined her.''

"Alright, there's phase one, now it's time for phase two..."

It's a beautiful morning...for the people who aren't tired as all hell, anyway.

As it so happens, Westlyn is one of those people.

Yawning, she stretches her arms and gets out of bed, looking tiredly as she searches for something to wear. Being a phantom thief that operates during the night is ''exhausting. ''It might not be her body that's getting exhausted now, but just because she's able to project her mind out of her body and have it take the form of an armored warrior doesn't make it any less exhausting physically.

Mentally.

Whichever one applies.

And as she throws on some blue jeans and her usual flannel shirt, she happens to notice some commotion coming from her apartment's living room. Blinking, she heads over to see the TaranCase, Wasp Cutter, and Chameleon Cloak all watching the TV.

"In other news, there's been an overnight radio sensati-"

The TV is promptly turned off by Westlyn, who just glares at her Memory Gadgets.

"Really? Do you want my rent to go up?" Westlyn asks. "I let you guys roam around because I was exhausted after last nigh and couldn't bothert, and you do this? And what if someone noticed? They come in to see why someone would have a TV on in the middle of the night, see you guys, and then there goes my cover."

The three robotic tools look ashamed.

"So, guess what happens now?" After a moment of silence, Westlyn answers her own question by grabbing the Wasp Cutter and pulling out the Pseudo-Memory in it, causing it to revert from its wasp form to its laser cutter form. She then does the same for the Chameleon Cloak and the TaranCase, putting the former two in the latter.

"You know, managing these guys is kind of like having kids...except they don't need to eat, drink, or sleep, and they have a convenient off button." Westlyn remarks.

And with that, Westlyn resumes her day, continuing her morning ritual before heading out of her apartment building. Walking over to her motorcycle, she puts on her helmet, gets on, and goes off for a drive.

Meanwhile...

Below the city, a lone man watches a factory, looking at it run as various humanoids with skin resembling army fatigues and heads that look like combinations of helmets and gas masks run around, doing any jobs the machines can't.

He chuckles to himself. Taking this operation to America really was the best move...

And with that thought, he walks away.