Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-5426254-20160219021615

''Sorry I'm late! The longest part was designing and coloring Violet's Mask by hand and on Photoshop. Ugh. Like, I don't take long in writing my posts, I really don't. But you deserve this load after waiting for so long. -GL'' --- Now that the day was getting closer and closer, George continued slaving away at whatever preparations they needed to make, with an industrial soundtrack pumping in the background.

He had finished designing and creating the prototype of his new gadget, and had sent it to the production teams to manufacture as many of them as necessary.

He still had so much to do ... --- Meanwhile, the gargantuan library was filled with soothing jazz as she received the progress report from the mechanic. For such a short period of time, the cars were being fitted as per specification. It wouldn't take long before all the cars were ready.

As she took another sip of mint julep, she calmly sat and read a book from one of the bookshelves, but something clawed at the back of her mind.

''Oh, my goodness! I forgot what I would wear to this event! Silly me!''

She rushed to her private, gargantuan closet and like a psychopath, frantically pulled out as many articles of silk, linen, cotton and cashmere clothing from her many drawers, creating a growing pile of fabric on the floor... --- With the gadget being manufactured, and the mask finished, he still had to plan out an effective means of retrieving the goods.

He had to find a way to crack whatever failsafes there were on the cube, and get past whatever defenses "Master's Realm" had on hand.

No doubt they use those electronic passcode thingamabobs nowadays, alright.

So he took inventory of what he had. He had invented devices for everything, including an effective means for seeing in the dark and low-light conditions, along with cracking safes. He created another which disabled enemy electronic systems, and another to scan the nearby area. All of them were sitting there, fully functional and gathering dust.

But Master's Realm was not stupid. They were sure to employ advanced passcodes and firewalls in the digital age. And he would have to find a way to overcome that.

So, he took out a laptop, opened up a software program, and began his work... --- After she continued her frenzy of searching, she panted in exhaustion.

What am I going to do now?

Then she remembered something. She had saved a guy named Caballero and now he was in her debt. Caballero was working on providing the perfect means of reconciling fashion and defense.

And it hung in her bedroom closet, recently pressed, ironed and dry cleaned.

As she went inside, she found the set - a dark purple suit with a pair of matching pants and white dress shirt. What made them significant over her usual set of attire was the fact that they were lined with intricately weaved microfibres, that densed together and hardened on impact, stopping the energy of any small arms projectile or shrapnel fragment that struck it. It would take explosives and anti-material rounds to render them useless.

"Perfect," she noted as she also saw the mask by the opposite nightstand. It was now an empty canvas of white.

It looked like she still had work to do... --- George spent the next several hours coding a program to hack into whatever passcode Master's Realm was going to use.

''Heh. Queenston puts me to work testing weapons, and now they can't get rid of me because I do so much more.''

Initially hired on contract as a field tester, his range of skills was put to use when his knowledge of internal mechanisms allowed him to research and design weapons - along with coding.

When he started learning how to code, the process was hard due to his relative illiteracy. But with long hours of practice and experimentation, he had successfully learned the skill - all without reading the instruction manual.

That being said, it was still hard and required plenty of work. Unlike what the media portrayed, this hacking program required preparation beforehand. It required failsafes and secondary algorithms to continue on even after the first sign of opposition. And since he didn't have a single byte of Master's Realm software, he would have to predict what would happen, and he was screwed had they used an alien software language.

He pondered all of this, until there was a knock on the door.

"So, how's it going, Gainsborough?"

The executive had come by to check on him and deliver a message.

"We've pulled some strings, and gave you an alibi. You're a security tester, based on intel that a group is coming to take their stuff. They won't suspect you even in the slightest. And we've got a batch ready for delivery. We even prepped up a few weapons. Make sure you bring the cube to us, or else."

George silently went back to what he did. --- With a few cans of paint and some stencils, the mask was now complete and ready to dry.

It had two eyeholes, with a purple streaked pattern on the right side, and what appeared to be a flower engraving on the left. The area on the eyes and nose resembled a renaissance motif. There were two vents on the mask, one on the chin area with the breathing apparatus, and a secondary hole on the forehead, where her insignia was located.

Additionally, her bangs would go cover her forehead section, and it worked so nicely with her hat.

Now that she was done, she was bored. She wondered how the others doing, seeing how none of them called her thus far. But she had an idea.

"Time to make a Scroll call." --- A great deal of time had passed before George had finished, with exhaustion.

"It's no masterpiece, but it'll do."

He had worked tirelessly on the project, having typed up walls of code for the many subroutines the program will have. And implementing it to several portable devices to upload it on. There was still the flaw with software incompatibility, but he tried the best he could.

As he smiled, he let his head fall down on the desk, and dozed off...

... until his sleep was shortly interrupted by the sound of a Scroll ringing

"Hello?" he grumpily answered.

"Hi there, George-y!"

''Ugh. It's her.''

"What do you want?"

"Tell you what. How about breakfast, day of? We can sure use this time to bring all our stuff together, kay?"

"Sure."

''Note to self. Block contact number and change contact info.''

When the call ended, he went back to his sleep. For the most part, he was ready. All he needed was the schematics and intel from the others.

He would need it. --- Music:

Brian Tyler - Fast and Furious (Fast and Furious OST)

Jackie Mclean - Torchin (Bluesnik)