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Sunday, October 18, 2020 at 03:25:53 PM
Billy Goat Gruff: ﾐ(*･ω･)ﾉ
Player: ヾ()
Billy Goat Gruff: ('_') What can I do for my favorite white hat hacker?
Player: ( -_- ) Got 300,000 USD laying around?
Billy Goat Gruff: (・_・)ヾ
Player: (；¬д¬) How much per person to attend an Costume Gala being hosted by a local television celebrity...
Billy Goat Gruff: L(・o・)」
*Cling, Cling* Billy Goat Gruff Paid Black Sheep Inc 2,187.30 Pound Sterling
Player: （°0°）Thanks!
Billy Goat Gruff: （＾＿ ）I'll make sure my cousins are inform, if back up is needed
Player: Σ(ﾟДﾟ? )ﾉwhat will they be wearing?
Billy Goat Gruff: O_o? I need to know what Carmen and the gang will be wearing?
Player: ((エ))ゞZac is a devil, Ivy a honey player, and Carmen a witch
Billy Goat Gruff: TTYL (∗˘ｰﾟ ∗ )
Player: OK?
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Friday, October 28, 2020 at 11:17:21 PM
French Quarter of new orleans
Restored Creole cottage
Being in the middle of the historic district never bothered someone like Isamu when he was stating in the states for a short time. Discovering that one of his ancestors stole a clock just made him feel weird and was glad it never made the papers. Not that he was worried that VILE or ACME learning of this historic stumble in his family's past, somehow. Why Mr. Bloodmarch was paid to keep these things from being known when his family hired him as security middleman. Since he was currently adding yet another wold themed mask to his collection in the form of a Gévaudan's face. Now laid on the table top next to a laptop that held pictures of forged invitations sent to him by Player. Questions about knowing about having connections to his charity event came up in the private message sent to him. Followed by another one from Billy telling him about her giving 300,000 USD in Pound Sterling to Player for Carmen and her team.
"What is our latest adventure this week?" Āwhina asked joined him.
"Have your or anyone in our family tended a costume party held by The Crawfish King?" Isamu asked her in passing.
"I been a few times on the arms on a few male guests." She recalled. "Just a way to impressed me."
She went on about how she got to wear different versions of a mermaid outfit that arranged from slutty with transparent covering with first guy. Flashy one she wore with the second guy at least gave her some coverage over her body and was able to move in. Almost formal looking one with the third guy was the last time she attended with anyone so reserved.
"Maybe I'll change it up this year." She wondered about a change of costume.
"From what I got from Player," Isamu lips the screen her way. "Zac is going as a devil."
"I always wanted to be an angel." Āwhina with excitement imagined.
"Carmen is going as a witch." He mumbled.
He ended up being tapped on the nose by Āwhina, that it was time to put away his wolf persona and try on about one. A suggestion came in the form of a four legged feline with hair the color of a raven's feathers, she was happy to help with him. Not like he was going to object to her picking out what they were going to wear since they never celebrated. His family were one that passed out candy while formal masquerades for adults while the kids were sent to bed. Left him with one of many desires to want to wear a costume and attend a party without being rushed to bed.
"Ready to go shopping?" He asked her.
"I know where we can go to buy everything." She ran off to change her clothing.
"I'll be waiting for you by the front." He shut down his laptop.
He ended up gathering the dishes from the meal he was eating when he was looking over the messages from the two hackers. Making his way to the sink where he placed them in a nice stack before going through a process of cleaning them off. Turning on the fast and using a soap dispensing dish brush to scrub the used food off in a careful matter before rising off. Putting what he cleaned on the drying rack piece by piece until every dish he had used was put up and allowed to turn off the water. Brush was put back so he could dry off his hands before he ended up leaving the kitchen/ dining area all together. Walking toward the living room/ lounge area, where tossed the paper towel he tossed to dry his hands into nearest bin as he walked. Stopping at coat hooks to pull on his short, close-fitting, leather jacket with zips and studs on in his motion. Making sure to adjust before he placed zipped up half way through and placed a head-hugging brimless cap on his head. Checking his inner pockets of his coat to make sure be had his keys and wallet among other other items by patting his chest.
Which he remembered this time around with out much of a fuss when he pocketed his hands into the outer pockets for warmth. Hating how his family hadn't gotten around to fully modernizing this structure after owning it since his ancestor's time. Lack of an actual heating system throughout the place besides the small heating stove with a metal stove with a chimney. Had him regretting why he choose this property to stay until the hype over the clock faded a way. Steps they used to avoid not stirring up unwanted attention to fully stop a few people from seeking him out for a story. Wanting to bring up how his ancestor that stole the clock went being a servant to a mistress with ulterior motives.
"Everything OK?" A question startled him..
"Just glad the dairy has been hidden a way." He whispered.
"Ashamed?" She teased.
He ended up offering his to her to take hold when she pulled on her hooded caplet and scarf with purse hidden underneath. Already knowing where they were going from here by memory since she knew the place of business personally.
"They from your past?" He was walked out of the front door.
"Always helped with my mermaid costume." She could list the items she had made or bought. "You'll love them."
"They a pair?" He locked the door before him.
She went on to speak about a third generation family that specialized in custom-made costumes of all kinds for people. Styles and sized varied from the clients that take on and return for repeated business for something that catches their eyes.
"You know all I am going to need is an tail and ears in a black coloring," Isamu pointed out. "Rest I can take care myself."
"Then a mechanical tail and those cat ears that move around using your brainwaves." Āwhina looked at him.
"Moving parts are really my thing." He warned her.
"Maybe we can style your hair." She could imagine a new hairstyle for him.
He shifted his head out of her fingers when she reached up to pull at one his strands with questions about why he allowed his hair to get to long. Going on about how he only trimmed the parts of his hair had obstruct his vision and covered his ears. While rest was placed into a bond braid he would fix every few months when he checked on his hair's length.
"Can we not talk about my hair." He felt uncomfortable on the subject.
"Fine." Āwhina pulled her hand away from his head.
Two would soon turn the corner and enter the bustling sights of the French Quarter from the music playing all over to the people walking by. Allowing them to walk in peace as Āwhina brought up about making their grandfather's Cajun Potato Salad. Stating how she stumble on his recipe when going through their late great- grandmother's library. Book of family recipes that hadn't see the light of day since last time great- grandmother was still alive. Got a thumbs up Isamu in making a quick trip to pick the ingredients at 541 Bermuda St while on their way to this costume place. Willing to pay out of his own pocket to get everything she was going to need for a recipe he wanted to sample. Not like he cared about being a taste tester for her after being reminded of stories of his late grandfather's Cajun Potato Salad. A dish that was the reason his late grandmother took a romantic interest in the late grandfather.
"I thought food was a way to a men's stomach?" Isamu asked Āwhina.
"True since Zac had proven that," She happily sighed. "He stomach is endless when he hasn't eaten."
"Just doesn't like seafood." Isamu reminds her.
"I hope someday that Zac and me fall love like our grandparents." She laid her head on Isamu's shoulder.
They were both recalled a story about female socialite that had the poise and charm of a polished diamond with natural intuitive sense. Wasn't given the skill or talent to simply bake a dish for someone when cooking caught her attention. She went through private tutors and cooking classes like water with no success in improving what she would burn. Until the day the smell of a Potato Salad lured into a ghost kitchen set up in the back of coffee house at 2 am. That's when she knew found the man she was to marry and have home made meals whenever she wanted to learn.
"I just wish they were still alive to see you make it." Isamu whispered.
"Grandpa would be the one to insist on helping me." Āwhina agreed with him. "Telling me how to make it to what bowl to use."
They both would stop at the first cross walk when memories of when the grandparents were still alive flooded they minds. Their younger year spent on their late grandparents house in exclusive neighborhood of Kingshead Island, North Jersey Shore, New Jersey. The four bed room and three bedroom house with chef's kitchen and opened yards. A wing completely for the servants was near the back end with 4 car garage and bay windows in the front. Came in a modern form architecture instead of the traditional one that most of the large houses surrounding it came. Filled with turn of the century artwork and furniture that one could find in homes of modern day royalty. Endless hallways for little feet to run around in while the nanny or a governess chased after them at all hours.
"What is Nanny Humboldtainum up to?" Āwhina wondered.
"Caring for a set of twins that belong to our twice removed aunt on my aunt's, third sister's side." Isamu to moved one of his hands around.
"How much family we have?" Āwhina was getting confused.
Was a question that Isamu couldn't bring himself to answer since what was left was distanced relatives he barely knew. His mother wasn't really one to have reunions during her moment of heart ache for those passing years while depressed. Did a complete 260 after his father came back into the pictures with ideas of having a gathering of their family. She just had to put together a contact list of people that were related to her through a solid search of who was left.
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09:09:42 PM
mansion located in a bayou outside New Orleans
Trying to explained to Ivy and Zac about the ghost they saw was nothing more the a hologram being generated by a ACME issued pen. One that Isamu disabled after taking apart to look at the inside and put back together with ease. That amazed Ivy after watching him kneel down and pick up the pen while ignored the outline of the chief. When her image disappeared that Zac stopped hiding behind Āwhina for the scary ghost lady to disappear.
"I might keep this." Isamu tucked away the pen. "Nothing to worry."
"Coming from dressed as unclaimed cat." Zac tried to tease Isamu.
"Black cat actually and aren't they the familiar of a witch?" Ivy corrected her brother.
She further went to give Isamu a thumbs up over his over his black cat costume from hand embroidered waist coat he wore. To the calf length boots he wore with the same matching pattern that could be found twisting around on the waist coat. His pants and white button shirt with cravat tied around the done up collar left her whistling at how nice he looked. Just finished up by the wrist length gloves on his hands when he flexed his fingers to adjust the fabric.
"Thank someone my cousin knew," He shrugged. "I kinda like it."
"Its the teal and ears I totally like," Zac watched the ears and tail move about.
"Glad to know your easily amused." Isamu felt the tail swing side to side.
"You have seen what Devineaux was wearing." Carmen decided to join them. "By chance you know someone dressed as a monkey?"
"No just a black cat and an angel." Āwhina posed.
She then had a covered bowl in her hands pointed out to her by Carmen and asked what were the contains inside for her to have it. Got her told it was Āwhina's and Isamu's late grandfather's Cajun Potato Salad made for them out original recipe. Zac was eager to try since he been avoiding the crawfish that was being served at the beginning of the party. A:ready scenting the air around Āwhina for hints of what this Potato Salad was mixed with to have such a delicious taste..
"We staying or what?" Isamu asked.
His answer came when his own house The Crawfish King came running with offer for Carmen and her crew to come back. They had saved his great- grandma's recipe and money he raised for his charities from Tigress and Paper Star. He wasn't ready done with them in any way since he wanted to thank them in some way for what they had done. To only he silent when the smell of Āwhina's and Isamu's late grandfather's Cajun Potato Salad made it to his nose. He insisted they share with him while he would make up a batch of his great grandmother's crawfish for them. To which Zac strongly object for two reasons, first one was his dislike for seafood that everyone already knew, Second was shoot down when he got a look at Āwhina's angel outfit for the first time that night and stopped talking,
"I would be honored, if you came on to my show and share this with my audience." He asked Isamu to his late grandfather's Cajun Potato Salad.
"In think we can work something out." Carmen had to 'encourage' Isamu to say yes.
Flash of the Red Drone Player capturing just how Carmen grabbed Isamu by his cravat and told him to be a good boy, for once. Cupping his face in one of her hands, way she controlled the amount of pressure of her mouth on his lips and feeling of warmth of her hand on his skin. Left him so caught off guard in that moment and a held breath within his lungs. Only thing he could register was what he eyes was staring at the sight of Carmen that Player caught on Red Drone's camera.
"When you going to kiss my brother?" Ivy asked Āwhina. "I know his not the catch of the day, but he's good at a few things."
"I have tried." Āwhina whispered. "Every time..."
Ivy was the one that huffed so loudly so had to grabbed her brother by one of his horns and give him the lecture about hints. One of them was standing in front of him with a covered bowl of her late grandfather's Cajun Potato Salad. Dressed in an smexy angel a costume with an expression on her face with cousin getting to preliminary stage of sexual intimacy. Had her pulling him aside after excusing the two of them for a private sister- brother talk of private matter. Which got a wave from Carmen and Isamu while Player just waved Red Drone from side to side as their answers. Āwhina and The Crawfish King were the only ones of this group left to awkwardly stare at everyone and wait.