"Hopefully not, as long as she isn't in too much of a wet blanket mood. There's nothing stopping us from ranging outside of our normal stomping grounds, anyways."

"Then it's a date."

"I look forward to it."

Practice proceeds; and without letting it show on his face, Slimebones thinks.  He can't quite figure out who's playing who here, and it's great fun, but at some point soon he should try to get something solid on somebody in order to shore up an alliance.  "Coworkers" doesn't strike him as a terribly safe relationship in this kind of organization.  Especially since, if Decima detected him moving around upstairs, she might also know he was spying on Maystadt, so she has something on him - he can't imagine Maystadt being as forgiving as Decima was. And Maystadt's face is too well-known for her to be maintaining a civilian identity, so his knowing Maystadt's legal name might not give him much leverage over her, if Decima decides to turn against him.

(He may be in a bad position, but this is still much more fun than playing this game against ordinary people.)

Soon enough, their impromptu practice session wraps up.  "I believe this belongs to the house" he says, gesturing with the pistol.

"That's probably the best place to stash it for now," she agrees. "Though if you want to keep it and would rather not risk losing it if we're attacked, I doubt anyone will mind you keeping it with you."

(Mind games can be terribly amusing, she'll agree. She's contemplating which of her 'secrets' to turn over, or let him think she's turned over, to make him think he has enough leverage over her to be comfortable. She's already strongly hinted at one.)

"I think I shall, if I am permitted," he grins.

And then, back to the house, to lurk around more public rooms, and maybe grab a book to skim through.

She'll go back to lurking creepily elsewhere.

(The books are a mixture of 'the old inhabitants had it, neither Decima nor Tyrant bothered stealing them', which are mostly fairly bland though there's a few Decima simply already has multiple of, to 'books brought along, by not-Decima because those are in her room.')

It's a few restless days before he and Decima get a chance to get out of the house.

Decima makes a list of potential targets, and somewhat jokingly suggests picking by throwing a dart at a map, blindfolded. (She's filtered primarily for 'Tyrant can teleport us close enough and it meets criteria'.)

"Will we be acting openly or discreetly, do you think, on this outing?"

"Unfortunately Maystadt tends to like to keep our membership a question, and might not want to reveal you so soon, and doesn't think fake mustaches are a sufficient disguise. But if you're willing to work semi-discreetly, there is this one investigator I've been trying to tweak the nose of..."

She can't help it. Jun Park is adorable when angry and an amazingly clever fighter.

"More than willing.  The press knows my face, but it doesn't know that I can tweak it - " he causes a mass of what looks like scar tissue to erupt down from his forehead across his left eye - "so I can give myself some distinctive feature that the serial killer Slimebones does not have, and no one will look twice, even with Bast in plain sight.  - well, they will, but not for that reason."

"Misdirection sounds quite fun. I might even use my normal face - I usually have Tyranissa boost me first. Gives things a flair."

"I look forward to seeing that.  Though not today, I think.  So where is this nemesis of yours based?"

"One of the old areas near the exclusion zone, but outside of the usual swarm targets. Williamsburg, in Virginia - it's closeish to Richmond."

"I don't believe I've been out that way.  Well.  I have my gun, you have your knives?  Anything else?"  He's grabbed one of Maystadt's surplus of burner cellphones, in case they somehow get split up and need to stay in contact.

"Contacting Tyrant for a lift, but other than that, not particularly. I've already raided my funds - I have a few types of currency usually accepted around there."

"Excellent.  Shall we go find Tyrant, then?"

"Let's."

Fortunately, Tyrant is easily found, and doesn't mind transporting them - or waiting in the wings to provide either emergency support or a ride home.

Ze's gotten distracted by some art project, so doesn't demand to be brought along, and even jokes about shifting into a normal shape to see if the nearby library has any good art books.

"As you like, of course."

He turns to Decima.  "Well, it's your party.  Lead the way."

"My pleasure." A nod to Tyrant, and they're skipped a step, then deposited out of sight, in a wide alleyway near the road. The buildings here are lower than most cities, more spread out. 

"I'll keep an eye on you both," Tyrant says, before shifting to look like a normal human man - utterly indistinct in features - "Try not to start trouble right behind me." And ze'll slip out and away.

False scar tissue ripples into existence across his face.  "Where to first?"

"Hm. Usually I like causing chaos, but today... I'm thinking we start slower. Near the edges. Let people build up fear."