Alas. Sampo will just have to rely on all the other lockpicks that he owns-- but he really did like that one, it fit very nicely in his glove and was just perfect for getting out of those pesky handcuffs. And he doesn't believe that I'll consider it at all, not when it was coming out of Gepard Landau's mouth.
"Don't worry," Pela says. She's got more files in her arms, undoubtedly more information to get Sampo caught up on before he can be an effective member of this mission. And there he is, an entirely captive audience. "He'll be ready by tomorrow."
The next day, Pela makes her way to the Goethe Grant with someone in tow-- someone who looked entirely, almost boringly normal. A man that seemed as though he could blend into any crowd without any particularly identifiable features, nothing that stands out, nothing unusual. So commonplace that the eye almost just drifts over him as though he isn't even there. The human equivalent of a beige wall.
Sampo Koski, in one of his more utilitarian disguises. He has all sorts of disguises for all sorts of occasions, but this one in particular is good for reconnaissance; invisible without being hidden. He's in civilian clothes right now, the same as anybody on the street might wear, but swap that out for a servant's uniform and he'd be invisible in any high society household, or a guard's uniform and he'd easily pass for the new recruit that just got signed up. The right forgettable face and the right uniform, and no one even thinks to question you.
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Date: 2023-07-29 07:13 am (UTC)"Don't worry," Pela says. She's got more files in her arms, undoubtedly more information to get Sampo caught up on before he can be an effective member of this mission. And there he is, an entirely captive audience. "He'll be ready by tomorrow."
The next day, Pela makes her way to the Goethe Grant with someone in tow-- someone who looked entirely, almost boringly normal. A man that seemed as though he could blend into any crowd without any particularly identifiable features, nothing that stands out, nothing unusual. So commonplace that the eye almost just drifts over him as though he isn't even there. The human equivalent of a beige wall.
Sampo Koski, in one of his more utilitarian disguises. He has all sorts of disguises for all sorts of occasions, but this one in particular is good for reconnaissance; invisible without being hidden. He's in civilian clothes right now, the same as anybody on the street might wear, but swap that out for a servant's uniform and he'd be invisible in any high society household, or a guard's uniform and he'd easily pass for the new recruit that just got signed up. The right forgettable face and the right uniform, and no one even thinks to question you.