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Abigail666

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    Roleplay, anime, fanasty, comdey, nice conversations and a great love of books/reading.
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    Keeper of secrets

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  1. Abigail666

    Black And Red (OOC)

    All done! I'm also heading away for a few days from the 23rd-1st so I will try to keep update but please excuse any absences.
  2. Abigail666

    Black And Red [Norkotia]

    Persephone nodded in response to her group's words, momentarily growing in displeased as her fingers came in contact with a patch of dust. Nature one, cleaners zero. She thought, rubbing off the ash grey particles and began to slide out like an overgrown snake from her hiding place. The corridor was quite bright, the glare almost harsh after the complete darkness of the outside world before they had been busted. She double checked each door before passing, her ears pricking for the creak of a door handle or the scuff of feet as someone turned down the hallway. Thankfully, no one had yet but she couldn’t discern is the voices ahead were moving away towards her. She must gather further information and do that she could only move forward. Slowly but surely, she made her way further down the route chosen, shrinking into the shadows at the sound of a laugh or slight rising in voice. Gradually, she saw three backs walking along in the darkness before her. None had noticed her presence and all engaged in a hysterical joke from the man in the middle, the other was a young and another older man. The older man was to the right and the woman to the left, all wore uniforms but the older man’s appeared seemed to be cleaner and less of the menial labour. The grease spoke of mechanical work, that stained all their clothes but not that of the elder. Status perhaps? A superior? She almost gagged at the oppressive scent of oil and metal, the smells burning her nose as she staked them. The end of the corridor was not far, they would eventually slip out and she would remain unnoticed, but there was a chance that they could know where the leader was. Persephone moved in a blink, ducking behind a cleaning chart parked in the hallway ready for us. “Hey, I’m following three hostiles, maintenance workers. What are the group's thoughts on asking them for ‘directions’ to Wenig?”
  3. Abigail666

    Black And Red (OOC)

    I'll be replying tomorrow! Please bear with me, I'm in the middle of moving.
  4. Abigail666

    Black And Red [Norkotia]

    She took the information about Wallace deep into consideration, turning it over in her mind as she pondered their group moved into decisive action. There was no turning back now, the do or die moment to be sure. It was a perfect night for a mission, however, at least she had a moment to appreciate that till everything was thrown into chaos. Persephone’s hand meet her forehead as the soon of sirens blared and searchlights so powerful their beams seemed to contain the burning vengeance of the sun itself. She took off into the night, hissing and cursing silently as her form wrapped around the compound to duck into a side door of one of the rotary gun towers, thankfully everyone was on top rather than looking who might be entering the building for her to open the door and move inside. She needed a moment to think, doing a quick check of person to make sure she had not been injured, she pondered and concluded that her best option would be to slip from corner to corner until the bullets had stopped firing. This would be tricky as personal would soon swarm the area, looking for the intruders on the ground as well. The door creaked loudly, thankfully the fire of guns and sirens hiding the sound as Persephone moved like a flit in the darkness under the canopy of swiping lights. While they light up the ground, it tended to draw the focus. Allowing for her to combine speed and sleuth to cover the breach with only a few close shaves to her name. She then ducked inside another building, unsure of its location, she slithered and hunkered down beneath a wide and cluttered stairwell to ask for direction. It was dusty, full of critters but thankfully out of the way of prying eyes. “Currently inside the breach, hidden beneath a stairwell, what is our next move now we’ve been busted?” Her voice held no small amount of annoyance at this irritation.
  5. Abigail666

    Black And Red (OOC)

    Okay! And done!
  6. Abigail666

    Black And Red (OOC)

    No worries!
  7. Abigail666

    Black And Red (OOC)

    @Ichi Hope you feel better soon!
  8. Abigail666

    Intimidation Game (OOC)

    All done!
  9. Abigail666

    Intimidation Game [Norkotia]

    Persephone’s eyebrows titled in slight awe as Gisela revealed her past experience, it was quite an unusual twist and only served to make Persephone more curious about her companion. What could be more teasing than a tale left half told? Shaking her mind from the clutches of wondering, she inspected her own clothes and nodded with a sigh. A shame, she was quite attached to her attire, they moved with her through thick and thin, layers of memories built into her clothes. “Professional it is.” She murmured with a heavy sigh, her a smile a little dim even at the compliment that was bestowed upon her. Endearing? An interesting choice, certainly the first time it could be applied to herself. As Gisela coordinated their movements, Persephone waved her goodbye and went off in search of appropriate garments and a method of faking a new identity. She browsed aimlessly through little dark stores of draped garments, settling on a suitable yet dull trouser suit of faded purple, an off-white shirt with short sleeves and a pair of glasses with circle rims of black. Glasses would help, glasses distracted the viewer, tossing her hair up into a respectable ponytail she emerged into the light every inch the working reporter. Her body ached to be rid of the foul garments, she originally clothes she would stash in their meeting place till after the mission was complete. She already missed their texture like a sixth sense. Now, credentials, that could propose a problem. Eventually, she proposed herself to a shop selling small paper and card for all occasions. The man behind the counter frowned at her upon entry, smelling the outsider, but was patient as she explained her needs as a customer. She emerged with a small deck of neatly titled cards, black and the smell of printers ink still fresh on the page they read thus; Miss Marks Reporter and writer NorthHarrow Papers and Co. She smirked a little, admiring the crisp cut cards. Professional and common, her name would not arouse such notice if it was so… Common. She tucked the batch into her right pocket and strode back to their meeting point. Persephone could not rely on a real agency, she would just have to use a cover and hoped no one looked too closely. She, after all, was endearing. As she approached, she cast her eyes around for her friend and partner in arms, eager to show off her credits.
  10. Abigail666

    Black And Red (OOC)

    Thanks, that makes a lot more sense.
  11. Abigail666

    Intimidation Game (OOC)

    Sounds good to me!
  12. Abigail666

    Black And Red (OOC)

    Done and dusted!
  13. Abigail666

    Intimidation Game (OOC)

    All posted!
  14. Abigail666

    Intimidation Game [Norkotia]

    Persephone laughed back, tinkling like a bell but falling into serious pondering though about their code names and covers. Work colleges would work best, and the idea of a report would provide them with the means to question. “Something close to the own name names, mine should be Destroy and yours should be Pledge.” Persephone smiled at her, glad that Gisela should be so receptive to their new friendship before turning her attention to their cover stories. “A medical background would provide us with some friends, I image people would come and see us from all walks including nearer the sheriff. People are always lose tongued around those of trusted positions. However, I suffer to know little of the healing arts. ” Drat, she would really have to read up on that. “That could blow our cover quite easily if I were asked to heal some ailment and kill someone.” She sniggered darkly. “On the other hand, reporting would give us the means to ask those around us questions, hang out and pretend we are looking for a story. It would furnish us nicely.” Persephone moved from skipping to striding, her walk eating up the ground with effortless grace afford to those who were blessed with the supernatural. “But then again, we must tread carefully, we ask too many questions and we’ll get throw out. People are faster to guard themselves around reporters than medics.” She tossed a hand through her hair, throwing it back and making a choice. “I believe we are best suited to reporting, perhaps a guide to the unusual areas of environmental interest? That would give cause to wander into unexpected places and speak to the local of the area. Walking routes, general information, how the town runs and who is in charge." She gave Gisela a sly wink and waited for her response.
  15. Abigail666

    Black And Red [Norkotia]

    Persephone smirked at Vince’s words, clearing her throat to hide a slight laugh of amusement at his actions. “Of course, so sorry we doubted you.” The words were choked off by a giggle before Persephone regained her composure to face the group and agree with Cal’s idea of separation. “I agree, we will cover more ground via moving separately.” She was further pleased by the answer to her question by the tan man, taking each word carefully and almost saluted at the end of his speech. The concealed weapons served little trouble, his bodyguards and the man’s sheer determination were factors that were much more in favour of causing problems. Clever and dangerous men were akin to animals when backed into corners, more likely to do something stupid and lash out. “Yes, Sir.” She nodded in agreement with Hyeok’s ideas but moved to suggest two should go with him to check the largest structure. Not only would it cover more ground, but they would be at a serve disadvantage Hyeok was unable to return. By guarding each other's backs, it would ensure their return with criteria information. Persephone had no qualms of interrogation but was at a loss of the bodyguard that protected their prey. She cast her gaze to the client stony figure in tan. “Tell me.” She purred low and steadily. “Who is Trinity Wallace? And how devoted is he to Wenig? Would he die for him?” A dedicated bodyguard would be particularly loathsome, better he should wish to save his own skin over his employers. Persephone loved those with loose morals, they made everything so much easier.
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