Green with Guilt

[Demetri Malius]

There wasn't the city of Ambrosia. It was rather peaceful, though bustling with citizens about their business. A few low beeps alerted the thief as they continued to the center of the city.

"There is talk about you in the Dataverse, Creator."

"It seems so. These mindless villagers seem to have quite a keen eye. What is it they called them, racists?"

"Well, yeah that's what they called them, Creator, but-"

"Then it appears we must be careful if this town is full of racists. They could be at any corner, attempting to single us out among the crowd. Perhaps we should make a more subtle approach. "

There was a giggle before IRIS decided to go along with her Creator's error. "Yes, it would be advisable, our options would be either stealth or disguise. However-"

"A disguise would allow us to interact with the people instead of purely observing them. No need to explain IRIS." He responded with a smirk.

"Heheh."

They wandered along until they came upon a store with some kind of weird person in a suit in front of it shouting about deals on costumes.

"I am unfamiliar with this, would those costumes, make a good disguise?"

IRIS thought for a moment, before giving a confirming beep, hiding her mischievous plan.

"Aye. Then we shall investigate a proper outfit."

They entered the store which had bright banners signifying great deals and percentages of this and that. After some browsing they came upon a chicken outfit.

"What ridiculousness is this."

"OH CREATOR. THIS ONE WOULD BE PERFECT." Low hums follow her exclamation, though it didn't give away her ruse.

"That? How preposterous. I would stick out like a beggar among kings."

"Yes, and what kind of thief would do such a thing?"

"None would be caught dead."

"EXACTLY.THEY WOULD SUSPECT NOTHING."

"... it is times like these I appreciate your insight, IRIS."

Within minutes the thief found himself inside the steaming suit that was to be a giant chicken.

"This is quite uncomfortable. I can hardly see."

"Allow me, Creaheheh... ahem Creator." IRIS could barely hold back her laughter. The thief looked ridiculous. However, she initiated some air conditioning within the suit to regulate his body temperature and used his sensory details to create a picture on his visor of everything around him. Omnilium was turned into oxygen as he breathed within the stuffy suit.

"IRIS, before we continue the search, perhaps we can test the security of this city. Let us find a victim vendor and see what we can get away with."

"Of course, my fine-feathered Creator. Heheh..."