Kit sat in the lap of a very rich, very drunk banker. Her long, painted nails were playing with his hair, light and teasing. Loud music surrounded them, making it impossible to have a conversation. Not that either one of them wanted one. Kit, because the banker was stupid and really smashed. The banker, becauseâ€¦well. Kit was wearing a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>lovely form tonight. Other dancers were around them, entertaining the other patrons. No one paid any attention to Kit, or the banker, which is exactly how she wanted it. After all, she didnâ€™t really work here, and if someone noticed, then the game would be over.<br/><br/>She turned so that the glassy eyes of the banker stared back. As Kit straddled the banker, the tiny skirt hiked higher, revealing more skin. The bankerâ€™s hands, which rested on Kitâ€™s waist, sunk lower and she fought the urge to<span style="font-style: italic">smack</span>the man. Instead, while the man was distracted, Kit snuck yet another gold coin out of his pocket.<br/><br/>It was almost too easy.<br/><br/>However, it was getting late and Kit had somewhere to be. She abruptly got off the man, ending the game. She had a little pouch of stolen coins slung around the back of her neck, hidden by her long, blonde hair. It wasnâ€™t the most comfortable or secure place, but itâ€™s not like Kit had a lot of options in this form. She made her way through the crowd, the loud music starting to give her a headache. The man was so drunk he wouldnâ€™t notice that she had left, too easily distracted by the other girls working tonight. Kit had planned on that, but she was a little disappointed when it worked. Surely she wasnâ€™t that forgettable?<br/><br/>Oh well. The coins, and the feeling of a trick well-played, made up for it. She casually went into a door marked â€œemployees onlyâ€ and made her way through the twisting hallways, only running into a few people who didnâ€™t even acknowledge her. Kit pushed open another door, and stepped into an alleyway. A cool breeze swept through and caused Kit to shiver, the clothes she was wearing offering no protection. It wasnâ€™t a colder night than usual, but usually Kit was wearing something more substantial.<br/><br/>She made her way over to a garbage bin, wrinkling her nose as she came closer to it. She will definitely have to think of a better hiding place for her clothes next time. Kit pushed the bin out of the way and reached behind it to get a duffle bag. After checking to make sure no one was around, she quickly stripped of the skimpy clothes she was wearing, along with the pouch. She zipped open the duffle bag and started to pull clothes from it<br/><br/>First she pulled boxers (with a lollipop pattern) and socks out, and put them on. Next came non-descript black pants and a shirt. Kit eyed them distastefully. She would much rather be wearing something more colourful. However, she was cold and these were the only clothes she packed, so she put them on as well. The boots were quickly laced up and, lastly, the jacket (a knee-length, brown one) was put on over the shirt.<br/><br/>All the clothes were very ill-fitting and big. Kit didnâ€™t worry about it. She looked around again, making sure no one was there, and closed her eyes. The feeling was incredible every time. She felt her body growing a bit more muscular and taller.<span style="font-style: italic">Not too much,</span>Kit thought.<span style="font-style: italic">No use to look threatening right now.</span>Her chest shrank, as did her hair on her head. Kit could feel it travel up her back and concentrated on a darker colour. Her eyes, currently a dark, brown colour would change into a bright green. As Kit felt everything fall into place, he sighed happily. It was nice to be back into an old, familiar form. The clothes fit perfectly now.<br/><br/>He reached down into the duffle bag and pulled out a mirror. Green eyes stared at him from a pale face. His hair was messy, short, and black. He checked his throat, making sure there was an adamâ€™s apple. As everything seemed to be where it was supposed to be, Kit allowed himself to grin.<span style="font-style: italic">Yes, a trick well done.</span><br/><br/>He put the mirror back in the bag, along with the clothes he wore as a female, and took out his dagger. It was in a plain sheath, but the dagger itself was elaborate and undeniably expensive. He hid it into the depths of his coat and picked up the pouch, now full of gold coins. He hid that among his person as well, and then picked up the duffle bag.<br/><br/>Whistling, Kit made his way out of the alley, and into the market district beyond. The street he was on right now wasnâ€™t the best one in the district and was certainly far away from the schools, but itâ€™s not like a secret resistance meeting would be held in a very nice place either. So, the meeting wasnâ€™t that far away from his current location.<br/><br/>Not many people were out this late, and if they were, they kept there heads down and hurried to where they needed to be. Everyone avoided the military uniforms. There was a hold on this city, and its name was<span style="font-style: italic">Fear.</span>In order to blend in, Kit fell silent and hunched his shoulders, speeding up his pace to match everyoneâ€™s hasty step. As he made his way to the meeting, Kitâ€™s thoughts drifted.<br/><br/>He had joined the resistance because he knew it would have been the exact opposite of what his father wanted. Kit knew that that was a silly and immature reason to join a dangerous resistance group filled with really dangerous people, especially because his father would never know. So it was a whim, a lark, and he had thrown himself into the lionâ€™s den. At least, thatâ€™s how it had started.<br/><br/>During the twelve months since he had joined, he learned a lot about the world. And how it was in a bad situation right now. He may not agree with everything that Quissera said, or did, but he truly believed that they could change the world for the better. NaÃ¯ve, yes, but hopeful. He grew closer to the people he worked with, and genuinely started to like them. He started to view vampires and werewolves on an individual basis, rather than group them all together.<br/><br/>However, after all that, Kit still chuckled darkly every time he thought of the expression that would be on his fatherâ€™s face if he were to ever find out. (Which he wonâ€™t, but Kit liked to imagine it.)<br/><br/>Kit paused slightly, and then quickly turned down an empty side street. He placed his duffle bag under some garbage lying near a wall. Heâ€™ll come back for it later. He came up to a plain door that was unnoticeable, except if you knew where to look. He opened the door and did a little dance over the threshold, feeling a wave of magic pass over him. No harm came to him, the magic identifying him as â€˜friendlyâ€™. There were multiple secret entrances to slip in and out of the building, but this one was his favourite. Mostly because it was easy to get to, but he also liked to talk with Seni (or, more accurately, talk<span style="font-style: italic">at</span>Seni).<br/><br/>Speaking of the guard, Kit spotted him sitting at the end of the hall. He skipped over and got up close to Seniâ€™s face. The man didnâ€™t even flinch or look away from the door. Kit ran a finger down one arm and said in the manâ€™s ear,<br/><br/>â€œOh, darling, donâ€™t move on my account! Iâ€™m just passing through.â€ Kit paused, waiting for a reaction.<br/><br/>Nothing. Not even a twitch.<br/><br/>Kit pouted, but inside he was amused. Seni was really good at playing this game. â€œYouâ€™re no fun,â€ Kit lied.<br/><br/>He took a few steps back. â€œWell, I better get going. You know how our fearless leader gets when people are late.â€ He winked at the guard. â€œThough next time I will try harder. One day Iâ€™m going get a reaction out of you.â€<br/><br/>Kit skipped into the meeting room and realised that a lot of people were already there. More so than usual. Well, at least it hadnâ€™t started yet. He had joked to Seni at being late, but he really didnâ€™t want that to happen again. He winced, remembering what happened last time he wasnâ€™t on time.<br/><br/>He wove his way over to the bar and picked up the first thing within reach. It turned out to be really cheap beer. Kit wrinkled his nose, but popped the cap anyways. He took a swig and waited for the meeting to commence.