True to what Mal'd promised, there was warm water waiting. I'd hurried and stashed the hardsuit around the hull beforehand; really hardly wanted to bring down the ultrasmurfs on Ptichka, or get people wondering too hard about where I'd been or any number of other things.
Normally, disguises would be a bit of a pain in the ass but... well, I was known for my idiosyncracies in attire. Without a variation on the Hawaiian shirt / boots / fatigues / weaponry theme, I wondered how many people would notice. Even more though was the irritation I'd developed towards the mainstream senshi and kunoichi following the incident at the old SOS-con... so an overblown green jumpsuit and accessories for me, and a choice of either fuku or battle skirt-and-fishnets-and-crap of doom! No, I didn't kill anyone for it... the milsenshi had donated a spare outfit at some point, and some of the ninja owed me some favors and vice versa.
So, anyone who knew enough about what I looked like wouldn't have spotted me in the jumpsuit and bandanna over half my face and various armbands.
That didn't make B laugh any less when I came out from the shower dressed in the crap.
"Yeah, I know... how come the kunoichi get the decent looking garb?" I asked to the figure rolling around the floor.
Normally, disguises would be a bit of a pain in the ass but... well, I was known for my idiosyncracies in attire. Without a variation on the Hawaiian shirt / boots / fatigues / weaponry theme, I wondered how many people would notice. Even more though was the irritation I'd developed towards the mainstream senshi and kunoichi following the incident at the old SOS-con... so an overblown green jumpsuit and accessories for me, and a choice of either fuku or battle skirt-and-fishnets-and-crap of doom! No, I didn't kill anyone for it... the milsenshi had donated a spare outfit at some point, and some of the ninja owed me some favors and vice versa.
So, anyone who knew enough about what I looked like wouldn't have spotted me in the jumpsuit and bandanna over half my face and various armbands.
That didn't make B laugh any less when I came out from the shower dressed in the crap.
"Yeah, I know... how come the kunoichi get the decent looking garb?" I asked to the figure rolling around the floor.