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Who: Vanessa Goldpaw and Myaxx
Where: IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS
When: Following this exchange
What: Something like a job interview
Warnings: None probably
Being asked by an internet stranger to meet at a remote location in the woods – and, moreover, to come alone – raises more than a few red flags for Vanessa – but, well, she has never been very afraid to take risks. Her life has, so far, been more or less one success after another, and so she tends to assume, for better or worse, that the really bad things happen to other people.
Anyway, she reasons, if someone was looking specifically to lure her into a trap, they would have done something more specific and less haphazard than a few dubiously phrased posts on miscellaneous message boards – and if it's someone looking to ensnare just any unfortunate individual curious about the obvious suggestion of aliens, they're going to be surprised when they find themselves dealing with a confident shapeshifter with a good bit of experimental high tech weaponry tucked away about her person.
She reaches the coordinates a little while after sending off a quick reply to say she's on her way, driving as far as she can and then walking the rest. She kind of wishes she'd worn shoes. She tends not to bother with them at all (she can commission expensive custom shoes for her hindpaws all she likes, but she's never really liked how any of them end up looking), but then she doesn't usually have to walk across leaf-strewn, mulchy forest floor...
Where: IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS
When: Following this exchange
What: Something like a job interview
Warnings: None probably
Being asked by an internet stranger to meet at a remote location in the woods – and, moreover, to come alone – raises more than a few red flags for Vanessa – but, well, she has never been very afraid to take risks. Her life has, so far, been more or less one success after another, and so she tends to assume, for better or worse, that the really bad things happen to other people.
Anyway, she reasons, if someone was looking specifically to lure her into a trap, they would have done something more specific and less haphazard than a few dubiously phrased posts on miscellaneous message boards – and if it's someone looking to ensnare just any unfortunate individual curious about the obvious suggestion of aliens, they're going to be surprised when they find themselves dealing with a confident shapeshifter with a good bit of experimental high tech weaponry tucked away about her person.
She reaches the coordinates a little while after sending off a quick reply to say she's on her way, driving as far as she can and then walking the rest. She kind of wishes she'd worn shoes. She tends not to bother with them at all (she can commission expensive custom shoes for her hindpaws all she likes, but she's never really liked how any of them end up looking), but then she doesn't usually have to walk across leaf-strewn, mulchy forest floor...
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Myaxx doesn't grin, exactly, or even smile at all. But her expression definitely takes on a sort of interested intensity. Finally, she's back on familiar ground (figuratively speaking, anyway).
"Alien machines? Yes, can really help." It's not until that moment that she fully realizes how much this may not have been a waste of time. It's not like she's even got a lot going on that said time could be used for, but it sure as hell feels good to think that she could be back to what she sees as basically just the same tech dealing as always, but on a more official basis.
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She hesitates; she gets the impression she's expected to give more information about what she can do, but... "Translator, so it is very difficult, and may take days before was fully operational... But the problem will solved, I can say on my topics."
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"Honest, maybe a little too late." She gives a sharp snort and crosses her arms. "But I limit the information amount, it is true. Past with major figures... not accurately preferred."
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"I understand," she says. "I have a moderate amount of influence here – I might not be able to keep your presence here a secret, but if you work for me I can help you negotiate with the authorities here."
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"Who is you say? Who is in controlling?"
HELLO SORRY
"They operate mostly on this continent," she settles on. "They're a sort of... peace keeping and law enforcement group that specialises in..." Vanessa trails off again. This is a little tricky; perhaps explaining Earth's circumstances when it comes to aliens, superpowers, magic and advanced technology is better saved for when Myaxx can understand her better. "Among other things, they're the ones in this part of the world who are most responsible for handling alien contact."
NO PROBLEM
"Happens outside the solar system, is not known or not?" She does her best to sound merely curious; in reality, she wants to determine as soon as possible how likely CONDOR is to be able to find out about her... background.
WOW THIS IS DISGRACEFUL PLEASE FORGIVE ME
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"Better known," she replies. For now, it looks like she can keep considering communication to be her main problem here.