#friendly oc

Cosmic decided to wear heels :|

Everything was by agreement:³

Right?

Lincy- @emma-xd-15

Lucifer- @tomasitaoficial

Again... Again I make too much fan art... As if anyone needs them at all, as if they are interesting to anyone

'Let's get this over with.'

On today's job : Take out a specific mutant target in the middle of a busy street.

While it wasn't an unusual request, it didn't change the fact that he has always felt uncomfortable walking in crowds. Apart from the obvious reason, it came with its fair share of issues : Too many unfamiliar faces popping in at once then disappearing out of his field of vision. Too many different noises and voice pitches condensing into one incoherent gibberish. Too many smells of various degrees, from strong to mild, from nauseating to plain weird, making it the most confusing scent cocktail. None of these, however, were really the reason why he wanted to get this job done as quickly as possible and move on to some better place.

No, the main reason, and objectively worst part of it all, was that this had to be in Florida. The fabled trickster God's playground. The land where the press hunts for crimes that will inevitably become famous out of state.

If he was going to do this right, there could be no mistakes, and everything had to pass under the press' radars as the most mundane event of the day.

According to his investigation, his target at this time of the day was far ahead of the street he was striding through. He would do it swiftly, then switch his target's wallet with the 'fake' one in his back pocket to hide who truly 'unexpectedly passed away' today. It was an ordinary wallet with all things considered : It had an ID, emergency contact details, a medical insurance card, bills and change totaling 100$, ... The only notable detail about it is that it couldn't possibly be his own.

He made himself as unassuming as humanly possible in the crowd while some bystanders walked closeby, some skipped behind him, some just ran past like it wasn't 97°F, ... Children never seemed phased by this kind of weather until it was too late.

'If I'm not careful enough, I might accidentally step on a kid if most wander off from their parents like this one...'

Strangely enough, he felt... Lighter. Reflexively, he patted over the inside pocket of his jacket before moving to his pants'...

And realizing the fake wallet was gone.

He abruptly stopped on his tracks, causing an old lady to dump into him and nearly fall over if he hadn't caught her at the last second and brought her back to her feet. "Oh my! Thank you, Dear. But don't worry about little old me and go follow your daughter before she gets lost. She looked so excited to go to the aquarium ! She tripped a few times to catch up with you but always got up like a champ ! "

His mind momentarily found itself stuck on the daughter part of her sentence before suddenly understanding what actually went down a few seconds ago.

Being pickpocketed by a child should have been the least surprising thing to happen to him in Florida, yet here he was. Absolutely dumbfounded by the absurdity of the situation.

He found himself simply nodding to the old lady then left without a word. He reached the Florida Aquarium in less than 5 minutes after finally getting out of the busy street.

Seeing no trace of the strange white-haired girl, he walked past the big Devil Ray statue, got to the counter and paid the entrance fee with the money from his wallet. He went in and started looking around for the little thief.

'She hasn't been there for long so she couldn't have wandered off that far. Now, where would a small child go in such a big-...'

As if to answer, a map of the place suddenly faced him.

'... Of course.'

When he reached the aquarium's Petting Zoo, he took a quick look around, trying to spot any usual white hair among the young visitors until...

'There she is... At the corner of the tank with the most rays.'

“Hey new guy. I’m Heather I’m with management. I’ll be your character handler for the first little while. Are ya decent? I know the suit can be a challenge to get into… do you need a hand?” She calls through the door.

@get-it-together-heather

A "Nothankyou." came out far too quickly and high-pitched for his liking, but having any outside intervention, even in good intention, be involved right now would make all this planning go to waste.

While he wasn't shy by any stretch of the imagination, Azazel would rather keep his cover as an ordinary human employee with no criminal record for as long as possible... Something easier said than done, especially with a face as recognizable as his, if not by the staff then by their advanced animatronics' facial recognition.

Going around in the full body costume of this Pizzaplex's mascot should really make blending in during his assignment like a walk in the park. However, his cover's tasks required lots of movement and agility: Having no makeup on or a slimmer mask to don under, should the top part he just placed on his head slip during any performance, his only mean of hiding his identity will be gone and with it came time for an escape

By foot

To the closest exit.

Power-nullifiers are truly the bane of every superpowered individual's existence... Or at least most of them, he guessed.

He sincerely hoped the urgency in his voice was mistaken for genuine surprise at the question rather than any kind of incriminating secretiveness.

Adjusting the tiniest top hat known to Mankind on his "head", he came to the door readying himself to what would be his next obstacle to overcome: An eager manager.

"Hello, it took awhile but it should be alright." He declared as he finally opened the door. "How do I look? Have I forgotten anything from the accessory set?"

He was about to do a little spin on himself to present all the angles before he stopped dead on his tracks to ask.