Deus Ex: Cosplay Revolution

Six fucking hours.

Six fucking hours and the sun finally set. Looked a bit off, seeing as one minute I was leaning against a tree, playing tic-tac-toe with myself, and then it suddenly got dark. Then it got darker over the course of five minutes, far shorter than it should have. I wasn't complaining, though, because that meant I could break in.

Made me a bit queasy, sneaking up to the back. I passed houses that were still just barely lit, and I could see the silhouettes of the inhabitants. Was probably a good idea, keeping my collar up. Couldn't wear the shades, because who wears sunglasses during a night operation? Not me, I was practical.

Just as quick as I was thinking it, I was in front of the carousel place's front door. Looked incredibly gaudy, like a six-year old had designed it. Probably was, considering the frills and designs. Oddly enough, actual horse-horses were the carousels, not the pony-people things I'd been seeing.

Be a bit dumb, breaking down the front door. Not when there were still people out and about. I settled for leaning back against a post, looking off into the distance and trying to put on an aura of "you don't know me, I'm someone else's problem."

Soon as most of the horse-people got off the road, I looked around. Just one, and she was walking quick to get away. Almost turned to go into the front door when I remembered that some could fly. Turned to look and check, but not a single one was there.

Good.

I took a deep breath, steeled myself. Then I carefully took off my trench coat, folded it, tucked it under the stairs, and rolled up the sleeves on the turtleneck. Be a lot easier without it getting caught on something.

With that, I walked up, went around to the window, and careful as could be tested it. The glass was thick, that I could tell. Had a wood frame, and it'd be noisy if I so much as thought of breaking it open. Shook my head, walked to the back door. It was a frame door, opened onto a small backyard. Tested the lock, found it wasn't engaged.

Smiled, pulled the door open, and crept my way in.

Almost wanted to take out the flashlight, but that would make my position obvious. I was half-expecting a security camera to pop up, start beeping, and an alert to happen and guards to pop out of nowhere, but not a single NSF Trooper appeared. Either way, I pulled out the baton, extended it, but watched where it swayed.

The room I got in was the kitchen. A tiny nightlight glowed in an outlet by the wall, illuminating the entire room in a soft glow. Managed to catch a glimpse of a refrigerator, an oven, and a couple other appliances. All of them looked old school, but it didn't hurt to check.

Fridge opened, I looked inside. Food of all kinds, that I could see. Fruits, veggies, but no meat. I snatched a couple red apples, some oranges, and some greens. There was a large grocery bag that was on the counter, empty. I tossed the food in there, left it by the door. I'd grab it on my way out.

Then I checked the pantry. Nothing I could see that satisfied me, except for cereal marked "Haymakers- for those rainy days". Considering the anatomy of the natives, I left it right there. Snagged some coffee beans, those I could eat.

I called the kitchen raid complete with the inclusion of bananas and a couple bottles of water.

Managed to unplug the night light without too much trouble. Waited until my nightvision came back before I crept into the next room. It looked like a living room crossed with a fitting room. A couch was on one end, lots of fabrics on the other, a mirror to the side, and a little folding panel if you needed to strip down to be fit. Desk pushed up against one wall, against the stairs.

Didn't bother with the fabric on the stands, it was too large. Some of it on the desk might do, though, and if I could find a little rainy-day stash of bits somewhere, that'd be a bonus.

Sneaky as could be, I tiptoed through the room. Nearly hit my boot against the raised center stand, but I recovered quick enough. Years of midnight snacks had conditioned me to this.

Got to the desk without an alarm going off. Put a hand on the handle, slowly pulled it out, winced when a little creeeeeaaakkk echoed through the empty room, only opened it a little. There was bag, about the size of a softball. I snatched it, heard the jingle of coins, put it on top.

Wished I had my flashlight, but I could do well enough with the little light coming from the crack in the blinds. I held a couple of the fabrics up to the light, compared the colors, found one that matched my trench coat well enough. Was about the right size for a bandanna, so I grabbed some more so I could fashion a mask.

Snagged some sewing supplies, too, tossed it all in another paper bag.

Nearly jumped out of my skin when the stairs creaked. Heard a yawn, then some fumbling around. Quick as I could I got out of sight of the stairs, hid by the side of a China cabinet. Gripped the baton extra hard.

A little light popped up, green and natural like leaves. Was expecting a flashlight as the source, but a cone of white material seemed to spawn it. The light illuminated the young face of a native with purple-white striped hair and near-white coat, green eyes twinkling. Barely came up to my waist, way I was eyeballing it.

"Rarity, is that you? Thought you were supposed to be home earlier."

I didn't speak. Frozen water had seeped into my skull.

"Sis?"

The little unicorn, whatever her name was, turned. Her eyes fell on the desk, the opened drawer.

"Weird. Sis doesn't leave things open... Must've been in a hurry to leave with the girls."

With that the little unicorn turned and walked right back up the steps. I waited, waited some more, and finally exhaled after what felt like an eternity.

No more incidents happened on my way out, save for a fluffy white cat looking at me with a stink-eye. I gave it the one-finger, snagged my bag of food, my trench coat, and made my way back to the tree I was currently sleeping under, thankful that the only security was a little sleepy girl.

I got there, set the bags aside. Took the trench coat off,along with the sweater and armor, leaving me in a white undershirt. Was a bit chilly, tonight, but I could live with the coat as a blanket and the sweater as a rolled pillow.

My dinner consisted of an apple and a sip of water, with a nibble of a cookie for desert. Eyes droopy, I drifted off into something half-resembling sleep.