[Nickelodeon]

Ms. Taken-Identity

It was a beautiful sunny day in the bustling metropolitan Tokyo, Japan. People and vehicles skittering down concrete roads and sidewalks in tight flows of traffic that made them practically appear to be like ants marching along in intricate lines between massive and complicated city blocks. Such life and vibrancy, being wasted through the restrictions of society and limitations of man's ambition. So much opportunity for creative expression jammed and stuffed down into soulless similar boxes. The city had a rather enticing quality to it, like a house of cards or stacks of dominoes just BEGGING to be knocked down. At least then it would be something different. But all that annihilistic nihilism aside, the city was just the setting of something greater:

"ME!"

Yes, humble reader, that 'ME!' belong to none other the dashing hero of our story: Nick "Nickelodeon" Dion^TM (Certified Sociopath)_{(Certification Pending)} Crazy as it may seem, and there was plenty of crazy to go around, Nick arrived relatively peacefully to the island of Japan. Sure the boat taking him to the country happen to sink from MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES, but Nick made it, and isn't that what really matters?

Now that he made it to the land of the rising sun he sought to do all the touristy things: see the pyramids, eat at the Olive Garden (as mentioned in the Sonic the Hedgehog Movie)^{(When You're Here, You're Family®)}, and read a newspaper. Frustratingly, this third task was proving more difficult than he expected. Who bought printed news any more... without flipping immediately to the funnies.

"Oh Heathcliff, you and your meat helmet." Nick sighed out contently after perusing the cultured cat comic. But with that aspect dealt with he could finally look into the rest of the newspaper.

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He could FINALLY look into the rest of the newspaper!

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HE COULD FINALLY LOOK-"No." What do you mean: 'No'?! "The news is BOOORING!" But it's in the script, you need to read the newspaper in order to see the plot hook. "Well it's dumb. Can't we just skip ahead to the fun stuff?" Fine... but you're missing all of the context and cultural references that could come into play with this story! "Like we were going to use that anyways..."

After fast-fowarding along the story, Nick arrived out side the Maxima Hero Agency Headquarters. He had seen an open call of recruitment for the agency and with misguided enthusiasm decided it sounded like a fun way to spend the day. After all, what hero agency wouldn't want someone like him on their team! He had killed just about as many villains as he had heroes, so it had to balance out. Besides, while it was not advertised, Nick could only assume that anyone accepted would be given a Member's Only Jacket. What other reason would someone have for becoming a pro hero?

As Nick moved to enter the building, a thought occurred to him. When meeting with police and heroes in other countries, they seemed quite antagonistic towards him on sight. ^{(They must have been stalking his MySpace page.)} If he was going to get that Member's Only Jacket, he was going to need to use some subterfuge. Nick held up his right fist to his head, sticking his thumb out towards himself like a nozzle. As he blew into his thumb, Nick gripped onto what appeared to be a belt hanging loose from his inky form for the sole purpose of this bit. As his body began to inflate like a balloon, the belt cinched tightly, creating a feminine hour-glass figure. Nick then gripped onto the sides of his head and pulled out flaps that he shaped and smoothed into the design of a stylish hairdo. With minimal primping, Nick had taken on an appealing lady appearance and was ready to get that jacket.

Nick made her way into the building and over to the reception desk, ready to play the part as effectively comically as possible.

"Hello?*Cough hack cough* Hello? Is anyone here?" Nick hacked and coughed until her voice took on a melodic fit to her new form. "I heard that this agency was in search of new talent?"

Co-Starring (Tags):

Ain't Nobody Got Time Ta Read All Dat (TLDR):

Nick arrived in Tokyo. After some goofing around, the story actually started. Seeking the unstated assumption of a Member's Only Jacket if he joined the Maxima Hero Agency, Nick manually modified his appearance to look like a feminine form of himself in an attempt to hide his identity. He then entered the agency's headquarters in hopes of application.

[Ryota Hada]

Ryota was in the headquarters, and he was acting receptionist for the day. One may be wondering why he was behind the desk instead of going out on his usual patrols. The answer was simple.

Their current receptionist, Mira, was sick. Poor thing could barely speak according to his boss, but it meant that no one was at the front desk. Now that simply couldn't do in the hero's eyes. He might be out there saving lives, but the blue collars of the agency were the ones who kept the place together. If one were absent the whole system would collapse. Well, he might be exaggerating a bit but still- Mira's job was important! Someone needed to fill it!

So Ryota volunteered to take it on.

He felt himself the perfect candidate to hold the position for the day. He's friendly, organized and capable of multi-tasking. And an additional benefit to being masked as a hero: his regular self was unrecognizable to the public eye. But he couldn't fully drop his saviour persona; his bandana fluttering behind him to an imaginary breeze.

There was a downside to the whole affair however as he looked at the documents on his desk with a pout. Paperwork had never been his strong suit.

So thank goodness a visitor strolled in! Ryota beamed up at the monochrome woman with his brightest smile. "Hello, welcome to the Maxima Hero Agency! And yes we are! Are you applying?" Oh new prospects were always exciting to see, and this person already had that look fitting for the agency. He rummaged through his papers and - yep, the one thing he recognized in the bunch, the application - he placed it and a pen in front of her. "Just fill out your information and we'll get you sorted for an evaluation!"

His brow furrowed at the cough. Oh no, was she sick too? Good thing he was prepared for that! From a spot on the desk he procured a bottle and offered it to her. "Would you like a Tylenol?"

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Active words:
Floating - Ryota's bandana

Nickelodeon

[Nickelodeon]

Sucker Acquired

The now stereotypically lady-shaped Nick turned towards the voice. And there they were... so beautiful, so dashing, so strong. It was like a bolt of lightning had struck our hero's heart. Her eyes bulged like heart-shaped balloons on Valentine's Days. Her chest beat like the steel drum band in the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. Her heart sang like a nightingale on a regular ass Tuesday. They were everything Nick had been looking for all her life. It was like a moment from a romantic comedy. And not one of those artsy Frank Capra or playful Rob Reiner pictures, this the real kind of Love Actually, Bridget Jones Diary, Richard Curtis kind of moments. (Eat'yer heart out Garry Marshall.) There they were... standing behind the reception desk of this hero agency, wrapped around the forehead of some yutz. Sure the bandana wasn't the member's jacket Nick was looking for, but no one's perfect, and they were perfect just the way they were. They would be hers!

Nick composed herself as she strutted over in a bombastic fashion, letting her new curves glide her towards the accessory of her dreams. Nick bent over the edge of the reception desk, staring with long-lashed goo-goo eyes at that bandana. She would have missed the guy wearing the bandana entirely if he hadn't ruined the moment by talking.

With a strong blink, Nick had to fall back into line. If she bumbled this up she'd never get a shot at that beautiful head-wear. "Oh yes. I'll be applying." Nick said with her sweetest Mid-Atlantic Katherine Hepburn knock off voice. She took the application and the pen from him. "Thank you oh so kindly."

Nick attempted to use the pen, but for reasons unknown (Uh huh~) the pen seemed to be out of ink or jammed. "Oh no. I couldn't possibly handle anything stronger than a tictac." She continued to shake and press and jostle and scribble with the pen to no avail only to pause to purr out in a husky hungry tone: "Got any gin back there?"

Snapping back to focus on her pen, she continued to harder and more dramatically to get the thing to write. She lifted the pen to eye level and began fiddling with its sides. Suddenly a torrent of thick black ink, far more than would have fit in the tiny ball-point pen, squirted out and sprayed the acting receptionist in the face like from a hose.

Nick appeared to be oblivious to Ryota's misfortune as she cheered in relief. "There it is!" Holding up a small jar of preserves no larger than a pencil eraser, Nick looked up at her inked attendant and said, "I found the jam."

Co-Starring (Tags):

Ryota Hada ,

Ain't Nobody Got Time Ta Read All Dat (TLDR):

The Lady Nick found love in the surprising appearance of a bandana that has filled the hole in her heart for a Member's Only Jacket. Now determined to get that bandana, Nick goes along with the application process, squirting a gallon of ink from the jammed pen she was given

[Ryota Hada]

Ryota smiled as the woman walked over and wow, her act was flawless before she even got close to the desk! Was it even an act? Maybe she had a natural showmanship to her which was all the better. She seemed perfect for the agency as far as he knew.

But he shouldn't get ahead of himself. The woman needed to be evaluated just like any other applicant. He hummed, pouting at her refusal of the medicine but relented as he tucked the bottle back in the drawer. "Suit yourself! If you ever need it though, don't be afraid to ask."

And she had a sense of humour too! Ryota laughed. "Can't have the gin- we save it for celebrations. I love your confidence though!" Heck, he might just share it with her if she passed and became his coworker.

His jovial attitude was interrupted when the applicant was having trouble with the pen. Brow furrowing in worry, he dug into a pen cup on his desk. "Ooh, no ink? Not to worry, I'm sure one of these would-" He was cut short when ink was splashed all over his face. His bandana magically evaded the mess, and beyond the red, only the whites of his eyes could be seen. He blinked. "Work."

Ah, the smell was strong. There must be a lot. He wiped his face with his sleeve, which would immediately clean it and none of the ink ended up on his clothes. Some... how...

Weird.

Shaking his head, Ryota's attention returned to the woman, brows rising at the little jar. He smiled as he pointed at it. "Oh you're good. How did you get it so small?" Did she just have those jams on her to pull off a pun? He can admire the dedication.

But right, back to the process. "Actually, if your application is finished, I can take you to the testing facility if you're ready to be evaluated today miss...?"

Nickelodeon

[Nickelodeon]

Shocking Introduction

Ah-ha! The ol' "spraying-the-receptionist-at-a-hero-agency-with-too-much-ink-after-removing-a-jar-of-jam-plugging-up-the-too-small-pen" gag, a classic. Nick had this in the bag. She'd be getting that bandana for sure, no matter how many banana peels, cream pies, and falling pianos she had to go through to get it. This sap was putty in her paws. The heroes were always so easy to play with. Most of them were nice or noble enough to take a joke, even if not many survived them. But Nick couldn't risk that bandana getting harmed, so she'd need to use all of her newly acquired feminine wits and wiles to get that head wrap unscathed.

"Dion! Ms. Dion." Nick announced proudly and openly, not really thinking about how bad of an alias it was. "But you can call me Nicki!" She extended a hand out for Ryota to shake. She couldn't help herself... She knew she needed to behave to get that perfect headband, but how could she resist?! He's practically begging for it!!! A joybuzzer formed in the palm of her hand ready to zap the polite hero/would-be-receptionist with just a little more electricity than would be comfortable. If he takes the bait, than its on him!

Co-Starring (Tags):

Ryota Hada ,

Ain't Nobody Got Time Ta Read All Dat (TLDR):

Lady Nick introduced herself as Nicki Dion and extended a hand out to Ryota to shake, but couldnt help from putting out a joybuzzer

[Ryota Hada]

Oh, a handshake! Wasn't he supposed to be the one to offer those first? Ryota wasn't used to being an interviewer. He was moreso the guy who guided prospects to the agency because he believed them to be a great fit. Ah well, she seemed to be such a good sport about his inexperience. "Let's go with Nicki then! A pleasure to meet you Nicki, I'm Ry- YEOWZA!!" He grasped her hand for the shake - for he was never one to leave people hanging - but in doing so he'd fallen for the oldest trick in the book. His bandana even did a funny zigzag in response to the zap.

His hand was tingly when he let go, and silence stretched on for a few seconds. Eventually though, Ryota laughed. "Oh a joybuzzer! You don't see those much these days, which is such a shame with it being such a classic. But I will say-" his voice fell to a whisper "between you and me, don't pull that on Hotshot. You'll know him when you see him around here - absolute punk in a fur-rimmed coat - but he doesn't appreciate those jokes as much as I do." Non-zero chance with him threatening to turn the woman into a crisp but he didn't want to scare her with that tidbit.

Straightening himself again, Ryota stepped out from behind the desk. "Now right this way to get tested!" He didn't know how long Mira kept the front desk unattended but surely it should be fine. It was a slow day.

As he lead "Nicki" further in the building, he'd turn to face her while walking backwards, his bandana still floating behind him somehow. "While we're heading there, tell me about yourself! What makes you think you're a good fit for Maxima?"

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Active words:
Floating - Ryota's bandana (forgot this is still active my bad)

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