Plans and Personae

Dusting yourself off, you duck into an alleyway and consider her words for a moment from the shadowy embrace of the narrow side-street.

"Dirty knave, eh?" You grumble, eyes shut, before the plan forms in your mind. You tilt your head as information from your newfound near-omniscience pours in, but you discard the majority of it. However, one tidbit came to the forefront of your mind - Magic was rare, and it's practicioners were usually fairly weak physically.

Considering that for a moment, a plan locked itself into place in your head. Grinning widely, you shift your clothing into a slim dark outfit, bright red gloves covering your hands as your tunic darkened to black and grows into an ankle-length tailed coat. A high-necked waistcoat with gold accents formed from the shadows underneath the coat, and his trousers slimmed to form black jogger-style pants. The indistinct shoes on his feet became brown-black winklepickers.

Your eyes open as a birdlike domnio mask forms on your face, and your hair becomes ruffled and messy but somehow very charming. You grin, right into the shocked face of a twenty-something year-old woman, with short dark hair covering one of her eyes and a knife loosely held in her hand. You knew full well she was going to try and rob you blind, but now it is obvious that the rougish young lady was having second thoughts.

'A perfect test subject... This world truly does bend to my will.' You chuckle mentally, bringing one hand to the mask.

"What the hell..." She murmurs, slowly recovering from her shock-induced stupor. As your new clothing had formed, your reaction times had dropped and your physical attributes rose to superhuman levels. In addition, you gain the ability to project a 'Persona' (Fighting spirit) into the real world, along with knowledge on how to wield such power effectively. A long curved knife slots itself into a holster at your hip, information on multiple ways to fight with it slotting easily into your memory, as you lean towards the wide-eyed thief.

She begins to back up, trying to move away from you, but her back soon meets a brick wall. As she glances back, you take advantage of her momentary distraction to knock the knife out of her hand, and tap her on the chest, just above her breasts. The red arm of Arsene, with his long black claws instead of fingers, appears above your own arm, and fires a burst of softly glowing needles at the woman's chest. On contact with the rouge, the needles vanish and she goes limp, ****.

You smirk, pleased with your powers functioning as you had envisioned, and steal a soft kiss from the **** girl, before leaning back against the wall to consider the next part of your plan.