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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 25, 2016 1:45:22 GMT -5
Salted Squid , Tawny: Do you guys want me to write the starter or would you like to write the starter? Also, Tawny, where is your character from? Mainland?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 25, 2016 1:50:30 GMT -5
Heyo Xiaho
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 25, 2016 2:08:01 GMT -5
Haio
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 25, 2016 2:10:56 GMT -5
Waiting for trains in peak hour is scary.
I swore and it changed what I said. Nice feature. Sorry for swearing I forgot what I was talking on.
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Aug 25, 2016 2:38:46 GMT -5
[Sorry I saw this before but was busy with some stuff, what's up? And I'm assuming Tansy is referring to me ahaha A starter post would be good please unless you wanted to talk further about the plot/where you wanted the plot to start? And sorry forgot that point but yes she's from the mainland!]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 25, 2016 3:37:05 GMT -5
[Sorry I saw this before but was busy with some stuff, what's up? And I'm assuming Tansy is referring to me ahaha A starter post would be good please unless you wanted to talk further about the plot/where you wanted the plot to start? And sorry forgot that point but yes she's from the mainland!] Oh I'm completely sorry. I thought it was Tansy for some reason even though I've been reading Tawny? And I would be fine with writing the starter if you want. Do you want her already infiltrated or being briefed over mission details?
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Aug 25, 2016 3:55:39 GMT -5
[Ahaha that's fine, and I think a briefing would be a good place to start if that's okay?]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 25, 2016 4:44:44 GMT -5
That sounds good. Tomorrow is my last day of school for the week, so I'll type up starters/replies tomorrow, is that okay with you? Tbh, I'm quite happy you chose Yingzi's plot and made a Chinese character as well. :'D asian invasion, amirite? xD
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Aug 25, 2016 4:52:47 GMT -5
[Oh seriously dude take your time, it's fine! And it's the same for me too ahah! And well, I felt like it was right to have a plot centered around the triads include chinese characters y'know.. tho i did make her mixed [hence the last name] since i thought it could potentially add another layer to the plot and it's kinda important to me. but dude im so glad you stressed the whole platonic thing, since I'm so tired of romance rps and have avoided them for years lmao]
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 25, 2016 8:50:12 GMT -5
L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ could you write the starter please? I have classes today and I have no clue whether or not I'll be able to get up a response.))
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 26, 2016 5:35:06 GMT -5
@handsy - is it alright to time skip to when they meet after this? I feel like this sets up the rp well - now we just need to get them to meet xD
Tendrils of smoke floated upwards as he exhaled softly, eyes flickering over to track Hugo's movements. The man was absolutely restless which came as an eyesore for the aged spy. The Director was a man who was hard to read for most, but not for Alphonse. There were tics and obvious signs that showed the stress in the man as he paced back and forth. This was Hugo's idea to begin with, and now the man acted as if this was the end of the world. Shaking his head, he ashed his cigarette in the marble ash tray on Hugo's desk. "You know the Valentine case, yes?"
His lips curled up into a smile as he shook his head in disbelief. Ah yes, Valentine - a crafty woman. Now she was something interesting. When she had first infiltrated into S.A.F.E., her presence had not been noted at first. And then it was. It had been Hugo's idea to feed her information, to give her things that were of some value without giving her anything that would expose S.A.F.E. Then they had unearthed the information on the MI6, the information that had Valentine turning traitor. "What about her?" Slowly, he brought the cigarette back up to his scarred lips and watched the Director fall unearthly still. Those were the words the man had wanted to hear, clearly.
"Ghost, you understand the conditions?" Yes, it had been quite frank from the very beginning. When Valentine had abandoned the MI6, she had painted a red cross hair across her back. She was on the run. She was a hunted target by an intelligence agency. It wasn't a matter of whether she escaped or not - it was a matter of how long she would survive. Nodding, he motioned for Hugo to continue on with his train of thought. Alphonse may have been a patient man, but he didn't have the patience to be prompted regarding information he already knew. "Valentine has some talent and I would hate to see it go to waste." He could see where this was leading.
Slowly, a grin crossed his features. Hugo certainly always gave him the strangest jobs. "You want me to bring her back here." Ridiculous, it was almost as if he were an errand boy. He was supposed to track down Valentine and then bring her back to where S.A.F.E.'s protective headquarters were. That was simple in theory, but difficult in execution. This meant he had to follow a cold trail, avoid the MI6 onslaught, and come back to the headquarters - all while dragging along someone who may or may not harbor the intent to end his life. Simple.
"Exactly," Hugo nodded as he placed a folder upon the table. The man's voice rasped calmly as he slid the documents over to Alphonse's nimble fingers. Opening the parcel, the spy glanced through the files. It was basic information regarding where she was last seen, her basic habits, her skills, her achievements. Nodding, he glanced up at Hugo, the cigarette lingering between his teeth. "We've found traces of her. It should put you on her trail."
Shaking his head, Alphonse moved to stand up. Meeting Hugo's eyes, he stared at the gray haired man with an unimpressed expression. Tucking the folder away, he sighed and turned away. "For the record, Hugo," he spoke in an unruffled manner despite his own personal thought on the matter, "I happen to be a spy, not a bounty hunter."
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 26, 2016 6:13:49 GMT -5
тαωηу。。: I am so glad you agree, dude! I absolutely abhor forced romance. It goes where it goes, but platonic is legit the best. Also, you made her mixed because it was important to you? Are you by chance, if you don't mind me asking, mixed as well? Because I am, so heck yeah. Anyways, Yingzi will show up later but this is how I want to set it up. Tell me if you like it. If not/if it doesn't work with your oc, I'll be happy to change it :')They were supposed to be Hong Kong's finest. The police force was 28,000 strong with a $13 billion budget - all just to patrol 1000 square miles. They were supposed to be able to do what others couldn't and keep the crime in line. The problem was, despite the creation of the ICAC back in 1974, nothing could stop corruption from spreading through the government. Officials, lawyers, and police officers all the like were bribed and controlled by the strongest gang in Hong Kong - a triad called the Xiulan Triad. Now he wasn't a pessimist, but things were looking bad for Hong Kong.
Drug trades ran free, loan sharks profited, and criminals walked free out of jail cells without a real trial. As the Commissioner of the Hong Kong police force, things had finally been pushed too far. Enough was enough. Cao Teng, sixty two years old, a fourty year veteran in the force, knew it was time to bring in the big guns. The mainland police force dealt with the worst kinds of crime - the kind where people were knifed in the middle of the streets and the kind where students overdose behind the school buildings. People like the officer he was calling in - they've seen how ugly things could get and that was what Hong Kong needed.
Teng had been anticipating her arrival for days now, and finally - the officer was here. She was, from what he heard, a talented detective. He hoped she was prepared for what Hong Kong had in store for her. Though the Mainland was grueling, the triads in Hong Kong were different. They were wild, they were uncontrollable, and they multiplied like cancer. The kids joined young. They were given all the incentives in the world. Money, reputation, fame, power, family - whatever they wanted - the triads tried to supply. That was enough to keep them loyal and willing to die for their dragonhead.
Teng looked at the woman. Her name was Yan Cheung-Bowen and her files were impressive. However, Teng did not expect a woman. Much less one that looked as soft and kind as her. That was where officer Yan Cheung-Bowen's strengths laid. Not to dismiss the records regarding her successes and aim, but also it was impressive how easy it was to just... not expect much from her. Yes, this was indeed a woman that held the appearance of the calm before a storm - while her heart raged a hurricane. "Greetings," he spoke warmly, offering his hand for her to shake, "Officer Yan Cheung-Bowen, your reputation proceeds you." He spoke in Mandarin, understanding fully well that Cantonese was most often spoken in southeastern China and not in the mainland. "I am Commissioner Cao Teng. I believe you understand our situation?"
It was almost embarrassing to concede that he had no control over what was occurring in Hong Kong. Here he was, the commissioner of Hong Kong finally being forced to ask for assistance from an outside force. But Yingzi was too influential. "Crime rates have been fluctuating, they always have been. However, as of the last twenty years, they've been steadily rising - all because of a man named Shao Yingzi. Twenty years ago he took control of a triad - the Xiulan Triad. Ever since they, they have only been getting bigger."
Shaking his head as he thought about the matters, he felt disgusted. Yingzi was a man most never expected to get anywhere in his life. A delinquent as a youth, a thief and petty criminal as a young adult, who would have known the anger and ferocity within him would have given way to such a powerful and influential crime boss? Had he known then what he had known now, he would have made it his goal to shoot the man dead when he was fleeing or make sure he was behind bars for life before any fo this happened. Teng sighed, gesturing to a folder lying upon the table to Yan. "I called you here because we need your help. We need you to infiltrate the Xiulan Triad and collect information against Yingzi. Then we will bring him to justice before a court of law."
"Of course," he spoke cautiously as he looked around the room making certain there were no prying ears or eyes. It was hard to tell nowadays with the control Yingzi held. "No one else will know you are an officer. Stay safe. And, most importantly, you report only to me. Do not ever tell anyone who you are - the consequences could be dire." Offering her a cheap flipphone and sim card, he looked her in the eyes. "I will contact you. Never vice versa, understand?"
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 26, 2016 6:27:47 GMT -5
After being labeled a traitor by MI6 and being exposed in SAFE, Natalia did the next best thing - run. She had returned to her apartment that she had been staying in for her time as a SAFE agent. She didn't stay for long, knowing full well that MI6 would know that she would go there first. While there, she managed to collect her prized throwing knives, two sets of blades and one of her guns before the people who she once called her allies turned up. She fled without engaging with them feeling like that would be a mistake in her half panicked state.
It had been two weeks since the ambush on MI6. Natalia had only ever stayed in a place for two days, and that was only because she was so tired that she slept nearly sixteen hours. She moved doubly fast the day after that, half punishing herself for her incompetence. She knew how dangerous it was, and she knew exactly what would happen to her should she be caught. She was nearly caught once on the second day of her running, and she still had the wound to prove it. It was only a shallow cut, but at the time it was debilitating enough to slow her down for a few hours. It had almost healed over now, but it was another scar to her collection.
For the first week, she had kept herself away from CCTV cameras, sticking to the alleys, sleeping only when she could barely keep her eyes open inside the doors on rooves. Natalia could go on a lot longer, but she had started making mistakes. One of her deadliest was not noticing her tail until now. She believed that she recognised him, and obviously, from her lack of being dead, he was not an MI6 member out to kill her. For the rest of the day, she continued to pretend like she hadn't noticed him. She bought a twelve pack of ramen noodles at the store while hiding her face from the cameras and headed towards the partially empty parking lot and crossed over to one of the broken streetlights. She turned her head back to the store to see if her tail was still there.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 26, 2016 6:29:07 GMT -5
Salted Squid : The same as above. If you do not like this starter, please tell me so I can fix it to match your oc. Also, yeah, college is tiring lmao. I just had classes today too and I played video games so now I start this response at 4 am. Sue me for my bad decisions.Now Jason was smart. Nobody ever denied that fact. He was smart, he could look at a math problem that would take most people a good half an hour or two to solve and do it in a few minutes. His mind was like a whirling calculator, they clamped onto numbers and digits and codes and the like with an eager desire to consume and complete. It was just a part of who he was. Some were naturally creative and others naturally skilled in the linguistic department. He - well, he was creative, yes, but he was also a very hands-on individual.
Kinesthetic learning had benefited him as a student, and now that he was forty four years old, it had advanced him through his field. Most people wonder why he even entered this line of work and what in the world was the appeal with working with machines that killed people. He didn't quite have an answer. It was fascinating, the development of machinery - the solving of problems that could be applied on real world machinery that functioned on their own without control. There was just something so peculiar about it that had him fascinated ever since he was little.
When people said it wasn't rocket science, he found it amusing, because rocket science was easy. The computing of numbers and the programming, development, and construction of machinery was easy and - in all honesty - exciting and fun for him. Some would call him a genius. Though the statement held some substance, he was not inclined to agree. Others, however, would say there was something wrong with him. That he wasn't right in the head. That there was a cog or two loose.
Now Jason would definitely not agree with that, but it wasn't far from right. He was an amiable man by most means, but he was also - god forbid - a sadist. There was something satisfying about watching people suffer that really made him feel content inside. Now his momma always said rage wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. As a kid, he had always had some pent up problems. This was his execution and method of ridding himself of them. The creation of killing machines - in other words. It was an industry that was important in an era of war - and more importantly - it paid well.
However, a job like his came with a heavy price. It came at the price of safety. It came at the price of happiness. He worked long hours. He was stressed, he was frustrated. He had to redraft blueprints hundreds and thousands of times. He wold break down. And worst of all - he would be recruited internationally. Now Jason was a father, he had a family. He tried to provide. They had a big house, all the money they could ask for, and all the luxuries a man could buy. However, he couldn't buy them safety. And it seemed luck had ran it's course for him.
It was supposed to be a normal day. He was supposed to visit a friend. Have a cup of coffee, talk a bit. Have a good conversation. Laugh. Enjoy the day. That was not how it went. The last thing he could remember in crystal clear details was Skylar's face before the gunfire rang out. He barely had time to hit the deck before glancing around wildly. How many important people could be in a starbucks? Was the shot for him or someone else? His heart was pounding. In a span of a second, his world was coming to a halting stop.
Immediately, his panicked eyes looked across the room, searching for Skylar. Was she okay? Did she take the bullet for him. Scrambling to his feet, he finally made eye contact with her again. Breathless, he barely managed to croak out, "Run" before fleeing himself. As he darted behind the counters, he heard another crack go off. Squeezing his eyes closed tightly as he looked at the hole in the counter next to where he was a split second ago, he swallowed hard. Definitely for him.
Now he had always known something like this was happening. Somehow he had always imagined it would be something more romantic, like with his wife, or something like a bad comedy where his entire family would have to go on a roadtrip to avoid him being killed or - he didn't know. His mind was far too frantic. He just knew he hadn't anticipate one Skylar Brennan stuck with him. She certainly had the worst of luck if they were to compare.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 26, 2016 13:15:09 GMT -5
Hmm, I'll reply to u later today hands ovo
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 26, 2016 14:50:34 GMT -5
@handsy - >:') typing on mobile is awful xD
Discarding of the fading cigarette, Alphonse tipped his head to a side as he watched Valentine. Now she certainly was a curiosity. Not only had he been trailing her for the last two hours since finding her tail, but he had also not done anything to conceal himself. It was astounding how she had failed to notice him, but fear and panic was a strong factor in miscalculations. She was well trained, but her panic was giving way to mistakes.
However, it was the slight shift in her posture and the atmosphere as he watched her idly from across the store as she purchased her meal. For a runaway, not a bad choice, but not the healthiest of decisions. A high sodium meal that wasn't filling like that could lead to more trouble, but who was he to judge? But no, things had gotten interesting. She finally knew he was here.
Smiling slightly, he grinded the cigarette under foot and kept at the distance of three feet away from her as he continued behind her. He would not engage her until she acknowledged him. His leather shoes clicked against the pavement as he kept his leisurous pace.
Sighing softly, his hand moved to his cigarette case. Probably too soon for another, so he decided against it. He had already checked beforehand before following her that she did not have a tail first. He had also made certain that there was no one following him. However, the next few minutes were decisive.
When they interacted, if the MI6 found them - there was bound to be trouble. All he could hope for was a sudden agent didn't show up, causing a change for the worst in their situation. But lucky for them, he knew they were without tails for now. They had a precious ten to twenty minutes and he hoped she took advantage of it. He'd hate to appear as the aggressor in this situation.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 26, 2016 15:36:41 GMT -5
Hello people, I'm celebrating an early birthday party for my sister so I'm bored. Save me. Release me from my earthly tethers.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 26, 2016 18:31:32 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 26, 2016 21:29:57 GMT -5
Natalia knew that she had to engage sooner rather than later if she wanted to find the identity of her tail. She knew that he meant her no harm, and she knew that she would be very dead now that he was behind her. She turned off the pathway and over to a small clump of cars, none of which belonged to her. She stopped, checked around for anyone else who may catch her and leant on the hood. She pulled out one of the packets of her noodles, ripped it open and started to chew on them dry.
She glanced up at where she had last seen her tail and gave a half grin. "I hope that by now if you haven't killed me, you're on my side." She spoke clearly but kept her voice low. As calm as she appeared, her stomach was swirling with anxiety and fear and she fingered one of her throwing knives that she kept in her pocket - not a good place should she fall on it, but reachable should she need it.
Natalia took another bit of her ramen noodle clump, it was dry and gritty and she would definitely need a drink of water after her eating. She forwent the flavouring, knowing that it would dry out her mouth even more. Unflavoured dry noodles weren't that bad. She nervously screwed up the packet, keeping her eyes forward and calm, trying to appear everything that she wasn't.
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 26, 2016 23:23:01 GMT -5
I'm on a tiny phone rn and it's late, so I'll have to get a post up tomorrow ^^ ))
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Aug 27, 2016 0:45:04 GMT -5
[I'm not mixed, but my stepdad and my half-sister are. And while I doubt my sister would ever read anything I write, I still think it's important for there to be characters like her and that come from families like mine. And yeah this set up is good ^^]
Yan Cheung-Bowen's life had always involved crime. She hadn't been involved in anything illegal herself, since stealing a packet of biscuits once before she even understood the concept of stealing didn't count. But ever since she was a child she'd always had an interest in it. Her grandfather had been an officer, and he'd wowed her with tales of cops and robbers while he was still alive. She could recall sitting on his lap as a little girl, begging to be told about his latest case despite her father's objections to telling a six-year-old about murder. In short, she'd always had a fascination with the work and when her mother had insisted she finish her studies in America, Yan made a promise to herself to come back to China and join the force once she was finished. And all her hard work had led her to this moment. Cao Teng was like most commissioners she'd worked under, older but certainly experienced. First meetings typically started with confusion, as her more feminine dress and softer, less defined facial features made most superiors take pause, do she was surprised by his praise. She was flattered he spoke Mandarin for her, taking her origins from the mainland into consideration. Because of that she thought it might be rude to correct him that she could speak Cantonese just fine, since he was making an effort to be accommodating. Her father had always insisted on her knowing both, as well as English. She nodded to Teng, "I understand sir. I'm thankful for this opportunity," she clarified as she shook his extended hand. Yan listened to his spiel, nodding along in understanding. It was shaping up to be one of the biggest cases of her relatively short career, when she considered her length of service in comparison to Commissioner Teng's. Once she'd been informed of her next assignment she'd read all the files they'd had on the Xiulan Triad to prepare. Even on her way here, Yan had made sure to use her travel time to look at older operations into other Triads. Her coworkers had often made remarks on her work ethic, more scalding than complementary. Yan had sacrificed a lot to become a detective and rise to her current notoriety, enduring the sideways looks and doubts about her abilities. Some even mockingly called her "Sir", in her earlier days, as she tried to establish herself as a serious officer through a more ruthless, no-nonsense work ethic. But to Yan, it felt as if she had a legacy to uphold, and she couldn't let her parents and especially her late grandfather down. As petty as it was, it gave her a smidge of satisfaction that now she was the one given the task to take out a head of a Triad. Their activities and involvement were like any other group she'd come across, all having hands in drugs, murder, disappearances, money. Wrapped up in a protective layer of corrupted officials, lawyers and officers. And Shao Yingzi was at the head of it all. She'd done as much research into him too, though as she had expected, his public image was vastly different from the actuality and it was difficult to find anything online that hinted towards serious allegations in recent years that hadn't been dropped or made to disappear. She thumbed absently through the file as the commissioner continued to brief her, nodding along as the information he told her was found in the file. She was trying not to be too excited at the prospect of this job, but she'd always enjoyed a challenge. "I understand. You only contact me, I never contact you." Yan repeated, feeling her stomach knot with anticipation. She'd been a part of undercover operations before, though in comparison to this one, they appeared to be as easy as traffic duty in retrospect. She slid the flip phone across the table towards her before picking it up and placing it in her lap. There were obvious risks with the one way communication, if she'd been found out or wounded, she'd have no one to call. But Yan was creative and was as good at lying as she was spotting a lier. She paused a moment before asking, "If no one is to know about my identity, am I going to be given an alias?" She thought a second longer before adding, "is there anyone else on the inside that is supposed to bring me in or do I have to figure that out on my own?" Yan was more than prepared to do it on her own, though a contact would make it easier to gain entry and gain trust. Already she was beginning to formulate ideas and plans in her head, mind racing with the possibilities with how this operation could go. But while her mind was hyperactive, her facial expressions remained cooly closed off, schooled into an expression monitored interest.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 27, 2016 4:21:00 GMT -5
@handsy: Ayyy son, first contact!
Alphonse Fournier was a man who was well adjusted to surprises, and he certainly always expected the unexpected. However, turning the corner and finding Valentine eating packaged ramen was not what he had anticipated. Perhaps a drawn weapon, perhaps an attack, even her smoking a cigarette or prepared to make a false surrender would have made more sense than what she had decided to do. He wasn't going to question it, however, even if every bone in his body had been anticipating an attack - he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth until it reeled to bite. Slowly moving towards her, both out of caution and a gesture of solitary, he nodded to Valentine.
The spy field was a big industry. However, unbeknownst to most of the people who didn't involve themselves in their line of work, nearly every spy knew something about every other spy. It wasn't anything unbelievable or strange considering their work habits and duties. After all, for men and women of secrecy, there was a time and place where the masks had to be placed down. Smiling in response to her half grin, he nodded towards her. "I'm not here to kill you," he spoke smoothly as he moved to the wall and stood parallel to her. He watched her movements, eyes flickering down to her too tight fists and up to look at the tell tale signs of paranoia and nerves kicking in. He felt almost bad for her, but a good spy didn't give way to fear. They accepted it. "If that's any reassurance." Placing a cigarette between his lips, he lowered his head to light the tip. It was a good opportunity for her to attack, and he knew it. It was one of the very reasons he followed through with lighting his cigarette. A small gesture of trust was necessary to allow her to see that he was on her side. Not only that, but he was prepared for an attack, but something told him she wasn't going to.
"Actually," he laughed as he raised his head back up leaned back against the cement wall, resting his head against the rough surface of the stone. "I'm here to get you back to a safehouse in one piece." There wasn't much explaining to be done. S.A.F.E. took interest in her. They wanted her safe. They wanted her alive. They wanted her in working condition and he was one of their best operatives. The question was whether or not Valentine was willing to believe him easily. After all, paranoia was a part of the profession. One could never be far too cautious about who to trust and who to brand an enemy.
Time was ticking and he knew it. So did she. He knew she did. There was a reason why she was always on the move, it was because people of their occupation were very good at getting rid of loose ends. And she was a loose end. Traitors were hated in the spy industry, he knew as much. However, in her case, he supposed it wasn't that bad. There were decisions made all the time. Some learned quickly that their organizations' motto contrasted with their actions. It was just how the industry worked. What was done in the light was very different from what was done in the shadows. Each industry preached of justice, service to the people, and all the redeeming qualities while avoiding talking about how they gained their information through sabotage and murder. And she had finally stumbled upon something of incriminating qualities in the MI6.
Now she was bound for trouble with what she had done, but S.A.F.E. wanted her and he was on a need-to-know basis regarding what S.A.F.E wanted her for. Simply putting it, Alphonse was in no place to say no. All he could hope for was that Hugo had thought this through about bringing Valentine into the agency. When the tables were turned against them, there was no saying Valentine wouldn't pull the same stunt she did to the MI6. "Pleasure to meet you," he said, nodding over to the other spy while keeping his distance. There was no telling how she would react.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 27, 2016 4:24:58 GMT -5
Tawny, I'll get your response up tomorrow! ovo!!
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 27, 2016 5:28:07 GMT -5
Natalia watched him as he moved in front of her, her gaze never wavered from him, despite her finishing off her noodles and discarding the package into the bag that sat at her feet. She watched as he lit the cigarette and tried not to grimace at it. Filthy habit in her opinion, but she wasn't one to stop people from doing what they enjoyed, even if it was distasteful to her. Her right hand fell to her pocket again as she skimmed over the blade handle, ready to defend herself should this strange suddenly go back on his word. She eyed him carefully, tilting her head to the side. "You're Ghost.... aren't you?" She asked, shifting her hand again and curling it into a fist. "The legendary spy from SAFE...?"
His next words did shock her, and Natalia leant away from him slightly and had she not been pressed against a car bonnet, she would have stepped back. Even if he was who she thought he was, going with him may be another death sentence in its own right. She had not been loyal to SAFE in most of her years of working there. It had only been recently that she had turned to them, and she didn't trust them to send someone out to lure her into some kind of trap for her to pay for what she did.
Her eyes darted to the ground and followed a long crack in the concrete. Natalia knew that she couldn't trust anyone, even if they were claiming that they were going to help her. Even if they said they weren't going to kill her. She reached down to pick up the ramen that she had bought and the shuddering of the plastic bag gave away just how nervous she was. She slid across the bonnet subtly as a panicked person could (which wasn't executed well in the slightest). Natalia's eyes returned to Alphonse, and she gritted her teeth before spinning around the bonnet. She started back the way that they had came before at a run.
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 27, 2016 12:29:03 GMT -5
Danger was a fact of life in Skylar Brennan's line of work.
Okay. So maybe normal college professors weren't targeted by gunfire while enjoying their morning coffee at a Starbucks. Normal college professors didn't watch the styrofoam cup they were holding explode in their hands as a bullet passed through it. But Skylar was not a normal college professor, not by any stretch of imagination.
She was a genius. She knew she was, and made no attempt to hide it. Neither did the people she worked for.
Famous Math Genius Solves Another Case! Skylar had lost count of how many times she had read similar headlines. She wasn't exactly a celebrity, not even close, but people recognized her name more often than she'd have liked. She'd been on the news. Was in the process of writing a book.
Now it looked like she might die before then. Thanks, Sadie. You're such a fantastic big sister. I owe you one.
Beneath the table where she now crouched, green eyes frantically scoured the shop for her associate, heart pounding in her chest. Where was Jason? Had he been shot? She was lucky that the bullet intended for her had not struck its target; had he been as fortunate?
After a frantic moment, their eyes met. She relaxed about a micron, relieved to see that he looked unhurt. He was gesturing for her to run. Crazy. Her eyes widened; she didn't even know where the bullets were coming from. How was she supposed to know where to go?
But Jason was already running. She watched, feeling helpless, as he made for the counters. There was a sickening crack, and a hole appeared in the counter, right where he'd been a moment before. Skylar thought she might have a heart attack, seeing how close a call that was.
But the shot had given her information that she had previously lacked. The shooter had to be somewhere near the front door; otherwise he wouldn't have hit the counter. He was also higher than she was, probably standing. Probably looking for her.
Heart in her throat, she judged the distance to the counter; she could make it about halfway there just by crawling beneath the tables before she had to run. That way she'd have cover. She began to inch forward, terror clawing at her insides, every instinct screaming at her to run.
"I know you're in here, girlie. Why don't you show yourself? Maybe I'll make it fast for you."
The voice came from closer than she'd have liked. Trembling, Skylar peeked out from beneath a chair; she could see a pair of boots coming closer. It was now or never-- her cover wouldn't hold for long. She exploded out from behind her chair, sprinting for the counter with everything she had.
A bullet whizzed by her ear, so close that it moved her hair. Skylar vaulted the counter, rolling over it and landing hard on the floor behind it. Gasping for breath, she scrambled to a crouch, taking off after Jason and praying that he hadn't left her behind.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 28, 2016 4:26:57 GMT -5
Ah, sorry, y'all... I'm just not feeling up to respond right now. Some personal problems and whatnot.
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Post by тαωηу。。 on Aug 28, 2016 5:01:19 GMT -5
[Thats fine Xiahou, take your time and focus on yourself ^^]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 5, 2016 1:57:10 GMT -5
тαωηу。。 : I apologize for the horrendously long wait. I am finally able to write responses! Sorry for worrying all of you, I was just really busy and going through the first few weeks of college and getting used to my new routine was all :'D Thank you for your patience! Also, it's amazing how you would do that for your sister and stepdad. I understand, man, I'm also mixed and representation is nice :') Also Cheung-Bowen's identity is left open ended because you can choose whatever name you want for her :'DCao Teng regarded Yan Cheung-Bowen's words cautiously before pulling out even more files, a wallet, and falsified documents. "Your name, Officer," he proffered the ID card within the wallet. "There are bank accounts under this identity and inside this folder..." Opening up the yellow folder, Teng produced a number objects ranging from a false birth certificate to a college diploma. "Is your life. You graduated from a college recently and have returned to China looking for a job. However, the job market is scarce." The old gentleman paused, looking up and down at the younger woman with a look of skepticism. He certainly hoped she was good at spinning tales and lying because Shao Yingzi was not a man who responded well to a lie. He heard her records and he was certainly making a gamble on her, but he feared that the gamble would cost her her life.
Slowly, he straightened his back and pushed the files towards Yan Cheung-Bowen. The contents slid easily across the table and sat before her, a harmless looking present that was a hydra. It was her new life neatly packaged into one little yellow folder and wallet. From here, it was a matter of where her fate led her. Teng feared Cheung-Bowen would only find death. Or perhaps her fate was beholden to bring the Xiulan Triad. Or, perhaps things would take a turn for worse - perhaps Cheung-Bowen would find herself at the fork road giving her the option to give her loyalty to Yingzi or prove her loyalty to the force and she would choose Shao Yingzi. Whatever her destination was, the folder lied before her and he watched her actions and facial features in response to the folder.
"As for a contact, I have an inside man who knows a small fish in a very large pond." There was another pause as Teng shuffled through the contents of the original file containing information on the Xiulan Triad. Inside was an image of a man with very distinctive short and black hair with dyed red streaks. The man had a number of tattoos up his arm and neck and multiple ear piercings. "This is Xie Wujing. Wujing works for one of Yingzi's dealers that handle his drug packaging endeavors - one Zhang Shun." Another image was removed, this one of much crisper and clearer than the one of Wujing. The man in the photograph was ferocious in appearance with what appeared to be a permanent scowl. He had a short buzz cut and seemed to have a preference for muscle shirts.
"Wujing will be an old childhood friend. He's not much older than you and has heard you're quite out of the loop. You need a job." The story pieces were falling into place. Her new identity - her cover story and her entrance into the Xiulan Triad was becoming more apparent. "From there on, it is beyond my power to intervene. Though I am certain Zhang will honor Wujing's request and test you. I don't care what you have to do to prove yourself, just do it. I can turn a blind eye and I can get you out of trouble as long as you finish the job."
He had handle many a sensitive case before and he knew that with the Xiulan Triad's notoriety and cruelty, they were bound to test new members by pushing them to unknown limits. They would request of them small tasks at first, a debt collecting from someone who owned a loan shark money or simple property destruction to put shop owners back into place. From there, there was no saying if they would involve Cheung-Bowen in drugs, weapons smuggling, or any of the like. Regardless of what it was, he was allowing her free reign. He had lost too many officers by giving them regulations on what they could and could not do and this young woman would not be another name on his head. This time the rules of the engagement were simple. Do whatever necessary to put Yingzi behind bars. The events that would lead up to his arrest would cause nowhere as many causalities as the ones that would fill the streets if Yingzi continued to live as a free man for even one more day. "Do you understand?" He paused, quietly regarding Cheung-Bowen. "Anymore questions?"
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 5, 2016 2:21:23 GMT -5
@hands: Look at what the cat dragged in evo yes, tiz I with a response!
Alphonse had known there had been three options for Natalia, but to some degree of amusement, he had not taken into consideration that she - for whatever god forsaken reason - would choose the last of three. There had been the option to fight, talk, or flee. Natalia seemed to be under the impression that fighting was not an option and talking was fruitless - so that led to one action. Flee. Certainly the woman was full of strange delightful surprises. First she fled to eat packaged ramen, then she ran away after confronting him for no more than a few minutes. Slowly, he tipped his head to a side after she had ran away from his line of sight.
Lowering his eyes, he checked the time on his watch. Natalia certainly had a talent for wasting his time. Sighing, he placed his cigarette back between his lips before turning after her. There was only so many places she could go. The first option was to run aimlessly - and any spy who was worth their title knew better than to do that - and the second was to find a place to hide, strategize, gather supplies, and disappear. If what he thought he knew of Natalia was true and she was truly better than a scared criminal fleeing, she would be trying to retrieve her tools from her room. Whatever little possessions she still had would be there and luckily for him he knew where she had been residing.
Having stake out and hunt down the woman for awhile, Alphonse had been watching her for some time. He could tell - she was scared. She was young, and though she was skilled and showed promise - she was inexperienced. This was the first time she had been hunted down by individuals of her skill level and skill set. And that terrified her. She wasn't thinking about living, she was scrambling for survival - and that caused her to be hectic and, luckily for him, predictable.
Standing before the shabby doorway, he raised an eyebrow before pulling out his lockpick set. The door showed no signs of forced entry so the MI6 was still, unsurprisingly, one step behind him. He worked casually on the lock as if he were opening the door with a key or something of the like, posture relaxed as the lock clicked open. Swinging the door open, he entered the other spy's room. It would appear that he had arrived first. Turning around, he closed the door shut behind him and locked it before making his way into her room.
Curiously, his gaze flickered over to her personal artifacts. He knew he had the option of sorting through her possessions, but somehow he had the feeling that that would do nothing but throw her further into panic. So instead, he resigned himself to settled himself on the edge of her bed. He was a man whose job was based on the concept of patience and though time was running thin on Natalia's side, he would wait. She needed to come back here. She needed her possessions and her weapons and whatever else she may have left behind now that her precious and predictable pattern was exploited by him.
Though she was clever to move frequently and unpredictably, there was only so much distance she could cover and only so many winding pathways that she had never been through without cameras. If she were to escape the MI6, it was in her best interest to listen to him. However, he had a feeling she wasn't going to be reasonable enough to just simply follow his beck and call. There was a part of him that could tell that this was going to be a long day and a tiring job.
Not only did he have no affections or concerns for the younger woman, he certainly hated playing a long game of hide-and-seek. The woman hid, and he sought. Though the stakes were a little higher and the reward far more rewarding than the usual exuberance of victory. Now he waited.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 5, 2016 2:40:36 GMT -5
Natalia made it about half a block away before she realised that she wasn't being pursued by Alphonso. She fixed her hood a bit and cringed inwardly. There were so many better ways that she could have handled that and it had been foolish to run away. She played with her hood, pulling it back up to check if there were any cameras around. Lucky for her, the only one in the area was across the street and fixed on the doorway of a nightclub. She hurried into the nearby alleyway and started her way back to her temporary home.
While walking, she pondered on what had been said during her conversation with the apparent SAFE agent. He wanted to take her to a safe house? He didn't want to kill her? She pursed her lips as she came to the open mouth of another alleyway. There where some drunk teenagers stumbling past, cursing at each other. Natalia moves away before a fight broke out. She knew that if MI6 found her, they wouldn't hesitate to do some really gruesome things to her, but she also felt like, having been a spy in the beginning, SAFE wouldn't hold her in high regards either ... so why offer her safety?
With those thoughts on her mind, it didn't even occur to her that returning to her room would likely be the one thing that she shouldn't do, and later, she would likely be kicking herself, as if MI6 had found her she would be dead the moment she opened the door. She would claim that it was from lack of sleep and her nerves, but all the same, she was running for her life, and she should be thinking more.
Natalia glanced behind her as she pulled out the key, none the wiser that it had been opened before. She stepped in and locked the door behind her, she turned around and leant her head against it, just allowing herself to breathe for the time being.
She turned around, with every intention of getting what little artefacts she could carry and get out of the town before daybreak. When Natalia finally noticed that Al was in the room, she jumped, and to her credit, she didn't let out the started scream that lodged in her throat. She coughed a bit however and took several steps back and right into a wall.
"So you found me." She said plainly, there was the tiniest waver in her voice.
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