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@agriios
;GWEN
SHE DOESN’T miss the evident amusement that twinkles in his eyes, however, as much as she tries to respond with a glare, it only turns out to be playful in the end. ❝ why don’t you order me a glass of wine instead of teasing me ? ❞
----- ❝ now that i can most certainly do. ❞ he gestures for the bartender to come back over. ❝ though i'm not sure if i'll be able to stop the teasing quite yet. ❞
;BRAT
She swats the hand away, a thwack! resounding as skin makes contact against skin.RAGE simmers beneath the porcelain of her features and she is reminded once again of the reason she ran away. “Don’t you dare touch me,” she says, voice calm and quiet, posture stiff and tense ––– and then the anger dissolves, passes as quickly as it came ( before it is interpreted, analyzed ) , and she flashes him a silky, SACCHARINE SMILE. “A tad bit judgmental, aren’t you? I can’t take you seriously when you say things like ickle.”
How ARROGANT –– she thinks. To assume that he can hurt her feelings. Ha !! It was laughable, really, how grown men underestimate girls, how they always read her wrong. Pansy was idly aware ( at the back of her mind ) that approaching this man was an ill-advised move. At the very least, it was her subconscious attempt at self-sabotage ––– but she was CURIOUS, wasn’t she? And she wanted to know if he’s one of the men who were supposedly looking for her, or if it was just acoincidence that someone like him would be in the same place she was. She did not particularly believe in coincidences, but it seems like she has nothing to worry about thus far. How unexciting.
“I think I’ll stay actually. I really hate it when people tell me what to do, you see. Makes me want to do the exact opposite.” She makes herself COMFORTABLE –– not really caring if he pays attention or not. Her curiosity had been satisfied and she no longer wished to keep his attention. But of course, she’ll stick around ––– just for the sake of being CONTRARY.
----- at the sharp slap on the back of his hand, Nik can't help but laugh incredulously at the gall of it all ----- a deep, melodic sound that bubbles past his lips before he can stop himself. well this girl was CERTAINLY more trouble than he had originally expected and he can't say that this little stunt of hers doesn't pique his interest by an innumerable amount. ❝ kitty's got claws, hm ? ❞ Nik questions idly as he picks his drink back up, watching her over the rim of his class.
and she obviously does. the older man can’t help but wonder how she hasn’t gotten into more trouble before. that kind of attitude around these kinds of men could be potentially FATAL. THE ONES WHO SPOKE UP USUALLY DIDN’T EVER LAST THAT LONG.
there was something already that he could sense - something behind that "i'll tell my daddy" persona ----- something UNTAMED and something that he wanted to know. ❝ well then... suit yourself, love. i'll let you know when it's past your bedtime. ❞ and now he's actively TRYING to get a rise out of her just because it went so wonderfully last time. but that's really what he's best at he supposes. it was all part of the job.
;GWEN
❝ OH —- sorry about that. but hey, it’s friday, isn’t it ? you get a whole weekend to clear your mind. ❞ her eyes then drift to the drink atop the counter, where it had been sitting, untouched, for far too long. she feels her fingers move towards the glass and bring it slowly to her lips, keeping it there for a second as the smell fills her nostrils. she can’t believe she is really about to do this. with a swing of her head backwards, the drink invades her mouth and burns in the back of her throat —- still, she manages to down all of it at once. ❝ oh, god. that actually wasn’t that bad. but i guess, i’ll stick to wine for a little longer. ❞
----- ❝ how OPTIMISTIC of you. ❞ Nik watches the young woman's movements with a barely repressed chuckle at the little scrunch of her nose at the sharp, burning taste while he's waving the bartender over with his free hand to order himself another drink. he can already tell that he's going to need a few. ❝ stiff upper lip now ----- it's good for you. ❞ he can't help but tease, hand reaching out to catch the glass that's slid to him from across the bar.
;GWEN
❝ YOU KNOW, i’m not really into going into bars and stuff. i just so happen to be in one tonight. like you said, there’s a first time for everything. ❞ from time to time, she likes to spend some alone time by herself —– but she finds out she doesn’t mind at all being kept some company. ❝ what brings you here tonight ? ❞
----- he shrugs then before distracting himself by downing the rest of his drink. ❝ TOUGH DAY at the office. ❞ aka his latest arms shipment had fallen through due to his client getting cold feet. usually he would have taken it upon himself to deal with the other man PERSONALLY but he figured he could let someone else take care of it for once.
❛ you should know by now that nothing turns me on faster than the prospect of murder . ❜
----- ❝ well aren't you just DARLING . ❞
;Sansa
“i think you’ll be surprised with how hard it is to scare me,” the words are DISMISSIVE, but Nik’s only raise her interest further. she frowns to herself, unable to stop the expression, once she sees the papers that are drawn out from one of the draws in his desk. that can’t be – only, no, he continues to speak, and that’s EXACTLY what he wants her to do. he wants her to go through themall.
she stares at him for a LONG moment, blinks once, twice, before her gaze goes back towards the papers again. her frown remains. “is this all?” she questions, but she allows herself to bring the stack in CLOSER. “is this what you made Robb sign?” or one similar, she assumes. her gaze flicks over towards the other again, lips pursing, before she skims the first page — only that hadn’t been what he’d told her to do. “i hope NOT – or maybe you should have, if you’re telling me to do this,”
Nik isn’t stupid though, knows that there has been something drawn up between him and her brother for them to even get to this point. the thought is ignored. “so… you really want me to read this,” it’s not a QUESTION. “am i meant to read it here, or is this homework?”
----- ❝ no it's not the one your brother signed without even reading. ❞ Nik makes a face, his lips twisting even at the thought of it. he's over exaggerating though. the young man had taken his time in reading it though he simply just didn't understand what he was supposed to do.
he pulls out some paperwork of his own to write up while she’s reading. ❝ this is a contract with another family similar to yours from a few years back. the terms of it were quite simple actually. ❞ Nik explains idly as he watches Sansa skim through the first page with some interest. well at least he wasn't going to bore her to death or anything.
❝ but yes... i want you to read it here so you can let me know if you have any questions or need me to clarify anything for you. remember... i'm doing this for YOUR BENEFIT. it would be in your best interest to take advantage of my expertise. ❞
;UNKNOWN
this place knew little foot of TRAVELERS, Brienne knew. there wouldhardly be those into whom she would run; and if there were, then likely they would pass with only a glance, or else a nod. she had her sword at her side where she walked, one hand rested in its standard place on its hilt –––– she would go nowhere without it: she would be nothing without it, and so she had vowed never to leave it out of SIGHT for any amount of time. she would feel lostwithout it, and if another got their hands on it, she herself would be defenseless. a dagger up hersleeve was no match for a Valyrian steel longsword.
the voice gave her pause, in shock; she hadn’t expected it. for a moment, she simply stood, calculating how far her mare was ( whether or not she could REACH it if there were unfriendlybodies nearby ). knuckles whitened around Oathkeeper’s hilt, no longer comfortable, but at the ready. she went there, and she would know no danger if she could help it.
one more beat, and Brienne decided to step out after all, lifting her chin, sidestepping twice, twisting to look to the unfamiliar, UNFRIENDLY voice. something crept up her arm, made her jaw clench; the stranger didn’t look friendly. no one did, in these woods, noranywhere, anymore. ‘ just passing through. ’ nonchalant and tight.
----- ❝ just passing through ? ❞ the GOD KING questions, tilting his head to the side as he allows his gaze to take in the details of the woman - HARDLY - before him. she was dressed in a knight's armor... already strange and the sword at her hilt seemed severely out of place with the roaring lion head at it's handle. the way she held herself appeared as if she was of noble descent which - coupled with everything else - seemed to add more strangeness to her character. Hades couldn't help but be curious... this creature was interesting to say the least.
but he couldn't really let her go now that she had seen him - who knows who she'd go back to flap her mouth to ? for all he knows, she could run off and alert the village of the presence and SPOIL the whole operation before it even began. ❝ i'm afraid your travels stop here. ❞ he then says quite simply as he takes a few small steps closer to her, his hand on the sword on his side.
;BRAT
Typical, she thought. A rude old man in expensive clothes, probably bought at the price of someone else’s life or future or both ––– makes her wonder why she ever thought it worth her time to go over there in the first place, but it’s a mistake that’s already been made. Pansy Parkinson shrugs, dark hair bobbing around the sharp planes of her face, lips twisting in an approximation of a smile. It was obvious he was trying to intimidate her, put her in her ‘place’, wherever that is. But she had never been one to be terrorized so easily.
“Are you always this ILL-MANNERED or is it because I’m short and a girl? Do you have something against short people, mister?” She mock-gasps, hands flying to her chest in fake horror, and adds in a shrill voice, “Do you have something against GIRLS? I sure hope not. That would be very unprogressive of you.” And now she’s smirking, mirroring his earlier expression. Maybe she’s walking up a dangerous path ––– but she’s been drinking and her inhibitions disappeared somewhere between the sixth and seventh shot, and it really didn’t matter who she pissed off anymore.
---- Nik listens to the young girl standing in front of him with feigned interest. so she wanted to fight then ? well he would give her FIGHT if that's what she really wanted. spoiled little girls were just too hard to please. ❝ i'm afraid i only have something against SPOILED BRATS like you, darling. ❞ he snarks back easily as he sets his drink aside to face her, his arms coming up to cross over his chest as he looks down at her with those steel gray eyes.
❝ now why don't you run along like i said before i hurt your ickle feelings. ❞ Nik says in mock concern, reaching out to lightly pat her head in the most condescending way he can manage, grinning widely all the while.
;GWEN
❝ I GUESS SO, ❞ the blonde’s shoulders move in a slight shrug, as she finds her gaze captured by the steely eyes before her. ❝ i’m GWEN . nice to meet you, nik. ❞
----- ❝ pleasure. ❞ Nik replies easily - relaxed for the first time all week. something nagged at the back of his mind to leave this girl - and she really was no matter her age - alone, but the devil on his shoulder whispered to keep pushing and prodding. ❝ you don't seem like the type of girl that frequents these places. ❞
“ they were CRYING when their sons left. ”
► @agriios ♥’D FOR A LYRIC STARTER SYSTEM OF A DOWN / SOLDIER SIDE
----- ❝ i merely provide the MEANS OF DESTRUCTION. ❞
❝ i don't pull the trigger. ❞
‘ WANT A RANDOM STARTER ? ‘ : MEME.
❝ you dare threaten me , the prince of asgard ? ❞ loki loathed the situation he was in , the odds were not in his favor, & WIT on it’s own wasn’t enough to keep himself from DANGERS by the hands of the king , but his anger roared with a tide under skin, & it TORE at his chest, shoving him to deepened riled state as fingers curled into fists , teeth clenched tightly , he wanted to THRASH at will , to rip him apart , to reclaim his stolen PRIDE ,
❝ well. It would be such a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours. ❞ his voice coated in MALICE , words stifled courage, placing BRAVADO over exterior , but within the god FEAR set itself , he’d be damn to show it , to give in & to cower like a coward ,
----- ❝ and you dare question the GOD OF DEATH himself. you're more foolish than i thought. ❞ Nik watches the young prince's movements carefully with a calculating gaze that focused on everything - the quiver of a lip, the unhinged fury and rage ready to break lose and tear at him at any given moment. he would have to make sure to tread carefully with this one. Loki was still very much a frost giant ----- WILD and UNKNOWN.
❝ now tell me what business you have in my domain. ❞the kingdom of Midgard was now his to rule and he wasn't about to let this BRAT get in his way.
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↳ liked this for a starter
He was interesting, had an air about him that she couldn’t exactly put her finger on, yet she wanted to know, wanted to find out. She almost had a duty to her Puddin’ to find out about anyone new on the scene near, around or in Gotham. If her Puddin’ wanted to meet them, then she’d be right there by his side, but until then… well, no harm in having a little CHAT herself, after all, Jonny and a few of the others mentioned about a new big arms dealer, so why wouldn’t she check him out? Painted lips pulled into a grin as she approached, heels clicking on the floor, hand extending once she reached her target. ❝ Harley Quinn. You got some BUSINESS around here? ❞
----- Nik glances up from his place at the bar, eyes widening at the sight of the young woman sidled up to his side. he indeed, did have some business around here - arms dealing specifically - but this HARLEY QUINN really didn't look like at all the type to be interested in that sort of thing. ❝ Nik Hades... i just moved here. ❞ the older man replies simply and takes a sip of his rum and coke before setting it aside. already he could tell that there was a certain SAVAGENESS to her - something untamed and wild.
@agriios
‘hello sir – just need to get you all miked up for the interview. can you just –’ castor stares, a little perturbed. thought the network was moving away from having their guests wearing ties. ‘can you take the tie off?’
----- ❝ i suppose. ❞ Erik makes a face as he tugs the fabric from his neck, knot and all. funny, this old thing was probably worth more than the last year this man had spent working here - miking people up.
@agriios liked for a starter !!
She’d been at the other end of the room when she first saw him, but something about his posture struck her as familiar. At least fifteen minutes of her precious time was spent trying to place the man ––– but just when she thought she’s got it, her thoughts would slip through her mind like water slipping through fingers. So here she was, unable to stand the mystery of it anymore, and decided to find the answer for herself.
Pansy sidles up to him and tips her head sideways, eyes scrutinizing every angle of his face that she could see. Being the daughter of a mafia member meant she can usually tell if a person was one of her father’s lot, or at least is involved in the same degree of criminal activity. It wasn’t their expression or gesture that gave them away, but a studied act of nonchalance, a practiced way of avoiding suspicion. She latches on to that ––– and more often than not, she gets it right. She could see no reason why this one should be different.
So she rises on her tiptoes, ever so slightly ––– she prepares to be noticed, and she asks: “Excuse me, but do I know you?”
----- at the sound of the tinkling voice that contrasted greatly with the other deep, baritones of the room, Nik pulls himself away from his current conversation to look down at the girl by his side. she looks a bit RIDICULOUS standing on her tip toes as such but she carries an aura of authority not unlike that of a princess ----- or perhaps a self-entitled BRAT.
❝ i don't believe you do. ❞ he replies coolly as he allows himself to look at her with a calculating stare. already he can tell that she has to be one of his co-worker's - hah ! they were hardly such - daughter or niece or something. ❝ now why don't you scurry back off to your DADDY and let me finish. ❞ the older man then continues with the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.
❝ i don't have time for LITTLE GIRLS. ❞ then there’s that glint of bright white teeth as if to warn her against arguing with him on the matter.
AFRAID?
No, that’s not GOOD enough.
[ I WANT YOU ABSOLUTELY T̘E̯̻R̠̭R̺I̜͇F̰̖I͙E̗Ḍ͓. ]
;Sansa
she’s curious. she’s FAR too curious, unable to stop herself if she tried. Sansa knows that she shouldn’t be there: she should be at home, going over the notes that she had made from her classes that evening and seeing if Robb needed any help. they were ALL going through a lot – not just her, and it was SELFISH of her to ignore the rest of her siblings because… what? Nik claimed that he could HELP HER. that he could teach her what she wanted to know.
the thought is ignored as quickly as it forms, Sansa remaining exactly where she is. teeth press against her lower lip for a moment, threatening to indent the flesh, before she takes another step inwards when told to. he looks… he looks like a BUSINESSMAN. he looks like something out of the movies, that is FAR too out of her league and that she shouldn’t even consider becoming involved with.
she walks until she’s on the other side of his desk, though, eyes bright and far too curious for her own good. silence lingers for a short moment, Sansa distracting herself from the fact by taking a seat in the chair beside her. a threat of a smile curls up the corner of her mouth. “well, i’m here… andcurious as to what you’re going to TEACH me.”
----- Nik watches the young woman make her way across the room to take a seat right in front of him with a calculating gaze. she appears nervous - no - unsure ? perhaps. more... EXCITED than anything. ❝ we'll be starting with something a bit EASY. i don't want to scare you off before we've even started. ❞ he huffs a soft laugh before looking over at her.
❝ it's quite boring actually but it should keep you out of trouble. ❞ he pulls open one of the many drawers on his side of the desk to pull out a rather large stack of papers that he carefully sets down in front of Sansa. it’s a contract he actually wrote himself for a arms’ deal about a few years back so it should be a good bit of practice for the young woman to start out with.
❝ you, love, are going to learn how to read a contract and by read i mean actually READ. i want you to be able to understand what you're getting into when you're making a deal before you go selling your SOUL away to some swindling bastard. ❞ which is something he had quite a bit of experience in... he was quite good at making contracts and constructing them in a way that he could get just about anyone to sign before even thinking about it.
;Gary
on the long list on completely MENTAL ideas, this was definitely up in the top five. not only was this his first REAL undercover mission, that fella was also someone he’d rather not fuck with. at least if the intel they got was ACCURATE-- which was precisely his job to find out. drawing a deep breath, he knocked, waiting for an answer before pushing the heavy door open. the suit lookedCHEAPER than the ones they usually wore- he was still carrying a whole bunch of useful gadgets though. he almost smirked at his shoes for a second before his gaze landed on the TARGET. well, at least he seemed to have a sense for FASHION.
‘sir. thank you for invitin’ me!’ it took some serious effort to keep the accent under control. heNEEDED to get that job or this whole mission would go to SHIT. ‘gotta say, you got some IMPRESSIVE art out there? also your coffee– CUBAN? that’s classy.’ talk fast, look charming- his best shot at actually getting somewhere here.
----- ❝ so you're a fan of Rembrandt ? ❞ Nik questions casually as he allows his eyes to trace the lines of the young man's suit right down to his shoes ----- surprisingly the right color to match. the kid thinks quick on his feet, that's already GLARINGLY OBVIOUS and he dresses for the part, but that's merely the beginning really. ❝ but i suppose we aren’t here to talk about classical painters and coffee. ❞
❝ please... take a seat. i just have a few short questions for you. Nothing to worry about, Mr. Udwin. ❞ there's a flash of sharp teeth [ MENACING ] before he's schooled his expression back into one of apparent disinterest.
he'll start off easy - he supposes that he shouldn’t scare the first one off. ❝ now ----- do you have any experience you want me to know of ? ❞
