Plan [25] : [the threat of a hostile occupation]

[nowarstowin]

Everyone, stay away from the clinic. No heroics.

If there is anyone in the clinic available with a journal, can you confirm the situation? Do not do anything rash; I merely need confirmation that what he says is correct.

[Spoken and written:]It seems, people of Luceti, that we have a situation on our hands. The particulars are fairly obvious

Comments

[mercurial314]

Well, finally!

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[nowarstowin]

Essentially.

[Caesar blinks at his mirror image several times in rapid succession, startled into a shocked silence.] I, uh ... [His brow furrows, and he studies Katou's impersonation of himself for a few seconds.] That seems to be a distinct possibility previously unconsidered. It's not quite exact, it seems ... but I think a lot can be done with this. Does anyone else know you can ... change your appearance like this?

...do I really sound like that?

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[mercurial314]

No. Just me. Maybe Ita-chin. I live with him, so uh... [Katou shrugs, pushing his thin fingers through his crimson locks and grins wider at Caesar's obvious distress.] I dunno know you so well, man. Of course there's mistakes. But give me a little time, and I can do your dates for ya.

[He pouts a little, sighing as he lowers his chin on his arms, draped across the back of the chair. The coffee could be faster!] So, I could figure out Itsuki and call his dogs off... it'd give ya a minute. Or we could fix a grand distraction like this... Whad'ya think?

[Arched brows, a bit of shameless grin, and a throaty chuckle, Katou thinks Caesar is rather cute, all startled like that...] Name's katou. Ya're Caesar, yeah?

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[nowarstowin]

Ita ... chin? [He makes a slightly scandalized face when he realizes Katou is talking about Itachi. Judging from this reflection, he should smile like that more often.] If he has, it'll go no farther. I, um ... That won't be necessary.

There are several possibilities -- it's coming up with the best one that's going to be difficult. I ... need a little time to think on that. Keep talking.

[He stares at his own face, a little unsettled with the situation, Katou's chosen face making him feel just a touch voyeuristic.] Caesar, yes. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Katou.

...how far does your changing go? Can you change height and weight as well?

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[mercurial314]

Yeah, Ita-chin~ [Katou's grin turns a bit malicious as he shifts. He considers it a favor to Caesar as it seems the guy is quite distressed to be facing himself. His hair grows out again, almost as long as his own, only this time black, eyes crimson, features grow sharper. He can't produce Itachi's clothes without stealing them first from the man's closet, and the big-ass grin cracking his face probably makes it seems even weirder but at least it's not Caesar's face anymore, right?] Suit yourself.

[He shrugs his now bulkier shoulders, rocking the chair forward until it's balanced on two legs.] I could go take a peek of the girl in the forest and bring her into the clinic as well. That should bother him. I dunno. Ya know these people better than I do.

I dunno how it works, but this far it's been able to produce some weight change as well. And height, of course. I get the picture it can't go into extremities with that.

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[nowarstowin]

[He blinks again as Katou shifts, arching a brow. Yeah, that's definitely Itachi. He's going to have a difficult time looking at the stoic ninja the same.] I -- I think involving her would merely complicate matters. If he's really so upset by the idea of her existence at the moment, what do you think he'd do if 'she' were to come around there? Besides, from the sound of it, she doesn't sound like she's in the form we're used to. Assuming you didn't get killed first, that is.

[There's a pause, where he considers his options, scribbling in a plain bound journal.] Simple is best. Assuming the plan with our mage doesn't go through, you're probably going to be my last option before I have to do something terribly drastic and potentially deadly for everyone involved.

[With that, he rests his head in his hand, his expression making him look years younger.] You know what Itsuki looks like, correct?

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[mercurial314]

[Katou jumps up from the chair in middle of Caesar's speech, he's listening, but fishing out cups and pouring the coffee. His patience and attention span are not the best for planning and scheming, but his mind is surprisingly sharp after years and years of drugs and self inflicted abuse.]

I know... basics. I gotta guess some. But I can bounce the impression from you. Or Itachi if you have no time for it, Mr. Strategist.

[His first smile is borderline sincere one. He has no hidden agenda here. He clonks down the other cup to the table before Caesar and takes a seat again, nursing his own cup against his chest.] What'll be harder is to sound like him. Y'know... figures of speech, gestures.

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[nowarstowin]

...there is that. [He flips open his journal and starts dogearing pages as Katou gets coffee. When Katou brings him a cup, he gives him a rather surprised, grateful look.] The face he presents is similar to how he writes -- these are his entries; it wouldn't be a bad idea to familiarize yourself. As for his gestures ... we'll have to do the best we can. If we're lucky, you won't have to talk much.

We'll go for the front guard; he seems a bit less capable than the man he's got in back.

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[mercurial314]

Alright. [Katou takes the journal and starts flipping through the entries, occasionally snorting at what he reads.] This guy's a total fake, isn't he?

[While he reads his features slowly return to his own, gradually losing the color from his hair, eyes turning back to droopy, amber ones, frame thinning into his own willowy one.]