Elisabeth Inoue... Renraku Citizen, Doctor of Magical Theory, talented and respected mage... least, that's what she would have been if it weren't for that damn Matrix Crash 2.0.  Now Miko - as her 'employers' know her as - is left with her B.A, her old SIN, and her old job with a massive, brutish troll-woman who was shockingly good at magic and talismongering.  Hence her<em>real</em>job which had her heading to an apartment complex nearby, to Kitsune's 'special room' she often used for a variety of things.  She tore through the streets on her motorcycle, short white hair being swept back more in the wind, goggles on her face and clad in a shockingly white outfit, seemingly smooth and no-nonsense neo-Japanese style.  Fitting for the half-Japanese woman as she soared down the streets mid-afternoon after finishing up her stint at Isabella's shop for the day.<br/><br/>Arriving at the location and parking her bike and securing it properly - and slipping her FN 5-7 under her trench coat from her bike, like her Elan already was - she primped a few bits of her clothing, swapped her goggles out for some nice, proper glasses, and touched up her ice-blue eyeshadow and lipstick too in one of her bike's mirrors.  A smile, and a wink at herself, and it was into the front entrance she went, the guard there giving her but a passing glance as she entered and nodded to him before going back to 'resting his eyes.'  Up three floors, down to the fifth room, and she knocked thrice before receiving a 'come in!' in butchered Japanese that made her cringe; CAS women should<em>not</em>learn Japanese with such horrendous accents, she'd said it many times before...<br/><br/>"Must you answer me in such shoddy Japanese?" she asked as she entered the room, her English accent as thick as her grin was wide "Being an otaku does<em>not</em>give you license to butcher my homeland's language you know..."<br/><br/>That got a laugh from the only other person in the room, which itself was limited to a window at the opposite end, a tiny kitchen fitting for it's cost... and a small table fit for three to four people with what appeared to be a tea set on it.  The other person, 'Kitsune,' was... well, few would call her a person, for she looked<em>exactly</em>like an anthropomorphic fox, with the right ears, long muzzle, fur in the proper red and white pattern, short claws on each finger... though she<em>did</em>have human-shaped feet (that were likely clawed too).  She could still grin well enough as she sipped what tea she had, dressed in a pair of loose pants fitting to some sort of clubber, with shoes and glove-gauntlets to match.  No top though, her heavy, furry breasts on display with but two dark pink spots for nipples.  Not that Miko minded; wasn't the first time she saw her topless, wouldn't be the last for sure...<br/><br/>"...and must you dress like that for when I meet my 'partner'?" she asked too, moving forward to one of the two remaining seats, picking up a cup of tea herself "And must you fix me tea all the time?  Being half-English doesn't mean I bleed tea when you cut me..."<br/><br/>"Oh hush!  You know you like my 'special blends'." the changeling retorted in a somewhat thick southern belle voice "And I don't see what's wrong with being topless; guys do it all the time!"<br/><br/>"Guys don't have tits..."<br/><br/>"Guys don't have tits that are<em>sexy</em>and<em>fun</em>, ya mean." she replied with a grin, glancing down at her own impressive rack, then over at Miko's whose were quite tight inside her high-collared shirt "Anyway darling, that techno-critter should be here soon enough, so just sit still and sip your tea while we wait for her cute li'l ass to walk through that door.  Got a mission in store for ya both that I'm<em>sure</em>you'll enjoy, though you'll both have to share the cut of course."<br/><br/>"You're sure I can trust her?"<br/><br/>"Of course darling!  When have I<em>ever</em>led you astray?" she said with a truly fox-like grin (all the more fitting on her fox-like muzzle) "Now do try the tea; it's a new blend I got with some new<em>real</em>tea leaves from a source I picked up, an'<em>this</em>time, I didn't use any sugar, crazy idea as it is..."<br/><br/>Miko sighed; Kitsune fixing her tea the way she liked it - as opposed to making it cold and the consistency of syrup due to all the sugar and synth-sugar she used - was never a great sign.  As she sipped her tea (indeed a good blend, but could use a splash of milk) she wondered just how this technomancer was, especially since she'd never<em>heard</em>of her...