Mischief Magnified
8th of October 2006 A.D.
In the movies they always seem set the makeover to perky popin' music, but to you sitting in front of the mirror pondering what you're gonna look like today has always had the comfort of routine, empowering but in a quiet sort of way, something people who know your usual style might find surprising. But today... ah today you have another thing in mind, all your natural color and a French twist at the back of the head, little stud earrings that you have to look for and then look for even more carefully to realize they are diamonds, changing out your usual purse for one that;s black and square enough to give the impression of a briefcase without being one.
"Money may not be the best superpower, but it sure is a fun one," you shoot to the demon in your head as you step onto shoes made for the boardroom not the classroom.
"Glory and power onto you, Dark Majesty, wealth and grace," the demon replies caught in your good mood, even if he does not quite get the point of Clark Kenting .
As your smile grows you turn on your heel to show Clippy that you are done and the door clicks open as Margret Carver, CEO of Abietarius Analytics walks out of what the Jade Dogs had started to call your laboratory, just because it's freezing and had an electronically controlled lock.
"Standards have slipped. alas," Usum jokes.
There's no way to be sure you are going to pull off 'Margret Carver' as well at the school as you had here so instead you decided to introduce her
before turning back into Molly for the 9 AM bell the better to fix her in the mind of Mrs Mulroney who runs the panels as well as in the minds of still sleepy students queering in a shambling throng only distinguished from the undead by the buzz of complaints and gossip that always hangs over the school.
Other than the big bulky thing in the parking lot covered by a tarp like a particularly chunky urban ghost there aren't many overs signs of what day this is, but there are certainly a lot of other strange adults for the students to ignore, and ignore you they do, even the ones who have known you the longest and best. Very satisfied with how they all seem to take it for granted that you are just as you appear a speaker for one of the panels you make it as far as the second flood corridor that leads off towards the staff room when a soft voice calls out from behind you. "Love what you did with your hair Molly."
"Hello to you to Isabela," you rolls your eyes. "Congrats for noticing."
"I almost didn't," she offers falling into step behind you into the empty corridor. "If I didn't recognize your heartbeat I would have missed you entirely."
"My heartbeat? Why does it sound strange?"
Wouldn't be the first thing strange about you.
But the vampire just shakes her head. "No, but it sounds like you, one heartbeat doesn't sound like another even when it has as many beats per minute. Mortal devices have nothing on a well honed ear," she laughs, an unexpected edge of self-deprecation to it. "At least that is what Uncle Leinth says. though something tells me he has not tested than on too many of those devices. So what are we doing here? Malice or misdirection?"
"Malice?" you give her a stern look. "What did I tell you about hurting people here?"
"Well it's what you told
me about hurting people for one," she points back, as far as you can tell sincerely. "For all I know you had something in mind of your own that you did not want me to spoil."
"Well it's not," you grumble, knowing that she would not take pity well at all. "If you really want to know... mischief."
After you had laid out your plan Isabela nods thoughtfully. "Make sure you get your panel done by 2 PM."
"What's at 2 PM?" you ask warily.
"You know those three marks you asked me to shepherd from the path of bullying their younger colleagues?"
"Yes...?"
"That's when they unveil the new equipment for shop class before they roll them in... only it's not that. Someone... a
trio of someones really that might be known to you hot-wired the principal's car the one he is afraid to bring to school most days because he's so scared it will get scratched up, painted it pink with some choice words on top of it and turned it upside down. The last bit took some doing. They are of course planning to put the blame on Jim with the three inch glasses, far too into cutting up steel pipes or whatever they do in shop class. But our intrepid trio left quite a lot of clues, you know fingerprints, hairs, the kind of thing that wizards used to make use of and mortals have of late learned how to make use of. A concerned citizen made a anonymous call to that effect, once the cops snatch up their phones it will be all over."
"What...?" you snap your mouth closed. "It's going to lead back to you you realize."
"I never send a single electronic letter... er... mail. It would be Tyler's word against the new girl whose kept her nose clean and entranced all her teachers."
"You didn't actually...?"
Isabela rolls her eyes. "It's a figure of speech. Anyway even if the cops somehow fail to sieze their phones I made sure two other girls overheard them talking about it but not me. They will either get expelled in which case they can hardly bully the students at this school anymore, or they will play out their remaining years here under a magnifying glass, either way job done."
How to you react?
[] No one's physically hurt and Tyler and his buddies are assholes, good job
[] You did not mean for her to get anyone expelled, you need to fix this
[] Write in
OOC: And we finally get to the vampire, I rolled for this three updates ago.