The Blonde

Blaise | 45 | Commission Field Agent

[whitevioliin]

SO : there was a vegan health good store where her apartment used to be, the man who gave her the daddy issues she’d spent years in therapy for was no longer her father, and to top off all of this, GUSTAVE EIFFEL - a villain vanya had vivid memories of meeting a very final end about twenty years ago - was terrorizing new york city. great. 

they were only a month into a brand new timeline that had already thrown so many spanners into the works, on top of all of the things that the original flavor hargreeves had already been dealing with. ALREADY, PREDICTABLY : THINGS WERE GOING DOWNHILL. when vanya emerged, glumly, from her favorite antique store on sixth ( unchanged on the outside, but manned not by the familiar grey haired wendy she had come to know and love but instead the burly RUSTY who introduced himself in pleasant, dulcet tones on her entry ), the last thing she expected to find, and frankly, hoped to see, was the opposite tv stores window showing an URGENT NEWS REPORT. the rolling footage of the eiffel tower, now relocated to the center of times square, had many a person stopped stock still and slack jawed on the side walk. for VANYA, however, it was the cherry atop a rather unappealing sundae.

kind of like the one she imagined the vegan store that had replaced her humble home would serve.

“OH, COME ON-” her loud exclamation catches the attention of a few of the people nearest to her ( and startles a doltish pigeon that had been otherwise minding his business ). everyone reached the limit of ‘bullshit they could handle in the third new timeline created by their wacky family’ eventually though, right? she’d always thought diego went a bit too far all those years ago, but… “not one person thought that the zombie-robot might be better off DEAD in this timeline?” 

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Briefcase in-tow, The Blonde had carefully followed Vanya when she’d left the Hargreeves manor and walked away from Downtown. The Blonde already knew about the Eiffel Tower, but Number Seven didn’t seem to have a clue and The Blonde wanted to keep that ignorance in-play for as long as was possible. She didn’t want this very volatile-powered woman going off half-cocked like some of the others.

The Blonde took a seat on a bench further up the street when Vanya seemed to arrive at her destination. Slipping on sunglasses, The Blonde lit up a cigarette and waited. She noticed the increasing distress in Vanya as she wandered from a vegan food mart and then into a antique store.. The Blonde dropped her cigarette and stepped on the butt when Number Seven stopped and cried out at something she saw in a store window. The Blonde could only assume this was due to the incident with the Eiffel Tower and picked up her briefcase to cross the street and approach the brunette.

“Thinking of going to help?” The Blonde asked non-nonchalantly as soon as they were side-by-side. “I’m advising you against that, Miss Hargreeves.”

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♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?

The Blonde doesn’t believe in innate luck, but she does believe in, say, a lucky shot every once and awhile. Fate is also innate because of the Timeline.

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♟ — Does your muse believe in free will? Do they believe that people are mostly free?

Without free will, she wouldn’t have a job, and no, people tend to make the same decisions if given a situation over again.

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♔ — Does your muse believe people are innately good or innately bad? Why do they believe this?

She believes they are innately ignorant, which makes them neither good nor bad, just stupid.

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♝ — Is your muse concerned about being remembered after they die? If so, do they have anything specific notions about what they want to be remembered for?

No. The Blonde already knows she’ll be remembered at the Temps Commission and that’s enough for her.

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More Memories

🌈 - A memory about when they first fell in love

🌋 - A memory about their first heartbreak

🏠 - A memory about their childhood home / where they used to live

📷 - A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡 - A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

🔪 - A memory about a dangerous situation

🎈 - A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

📔 - A memory from a journal / diary entry

📝 - A memory of them getting to know / meeting my muse

🔗 - A memory about their proposal / wedding

🐥 - A memory about their children ( past, present or future )

👘 - A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

⚔️ - A memory about war

🌅 - A memory associated with a certain location

🏚 - A memory about exploration

🛤 - A memory about traveling

🌠 - A time they wished upon a falling star

🐕 - A memory of teamwork

🐺 - A memory about being alone

🌟 - WILDCARD

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@phantxsmxgoria​

The Blonde was seated in a chair across from Estelle’s bed when the younger woman finally woke up. Waiting for any sort of reaction to her being in Estelle’s hotel room, The Blonde just stared at her and waited. When The Blonde felt it had been enough time, she finally spoke.

“We have work to do,” she said with a thin frown. “The Umbrella Academy and some of the remaining twenty-nine are heading to Times Square to go up against Eiffel’s robot tower.” A pause. “I met with Herb myself this morning, while you were asleep. We’re to keep them from becoming involved. This is a job for the Sparrow Academy. Any involvement from the rest will tamper with the timeline, though we aren’t allowed to kill them... yet.”

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doomdelays​:

Five may have despised the fact he was an adolescent again, but even he had to admit there were certain advantages to this body. For one he had noticeably more stamina. Using his spatial jumps to travel was now barely more onerous then his legs. And he was stealthier, his new height making it easier to sneak around. Both of these factors were certainly coming in handy now. Not that he regarded the infamous Sparrow Academy as much of a challenge. He was quite certain he’d have had little problem infiltrating their manor in his actual body. Still, the benefits couldn’t be denied.

The air in front of the building contorted for a moment as it spat out Number Five. His fists were already clenched, blue light distorting around them ready for another jump. Five was crouched low. His head snapped around, looking for any reason to hurl himself through space again. His eyes landed on a very unexpected one.

Standing on the other side of the road was The Blonde. It was quite obviously her, with the distinctive platinum locks and air of cold calm. It was also obvious she was here to kill him. Unfortunately, that probably meant it was the Commission that sent her. She was far too professional and dedicated to her work to go after Five on a personal vendetta. Crap. He thought to himself. He hadn’t thought he’d get on Herb’s nerves so quickly.

Straightening up, Five placed his hands in the pockets of his shorts and calmly closed the gap between the two assassins. There was no reason for hostility; they were both professionals. “I wondered when they’d lose their patience and send someone after me. I should have guessed it’d be you. They always did like to pit us against each other.” The two of them were the best, and The Handler had employed similar methods to Sir Hargreeves to ensure they continued to be. The competition between the two had been fierce, but Five was comforted to know he usually one. “At least we’ll finally find out which of us is the better agent.”

The Blonde didn’t respond immediately as Five spoke. She simply stood there in her Commission attire along with sunglasses and her briefcase, and let Five come to her. She made no movements when he inaccurately assessed the situation. If only she were here to kill him and his obnoxious siblings.

“You believe I’m here to kill you,” she stated as fact and then the very hint of a smile crossed her face. She finally made movement and started in the opposite direction down the street from where he was standing. “Walk with me, Five. We have much to discuss.”

Making no attempt to wait for him, she did keep her back to him as she went and moved away from the hotel’s building before moving onto the next section of the block. “Herb did send me,” she answered, knowing it was likely one of his questions. “He’s concerned about the presence of you and your family in this timeline.” A pause before she continued. “I’m your babysitter, Five. Your protection, even, but unarmed. You know how Herb is about weapons.”

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♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?

The Blonde is not typically a dealer of advice or orders and otherwise has the pillars that she sticks to and doesn’t stray because she gets her job done without complaint. The only time she’s been hypocritical of that is when she spoke up to The Handler with her grievance about the use of the tube system for assignments. She was promptly removed from her high-ranking job of working on the Apocalypse and she has since made the decision to focus on her job.

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

❇ life philosophy headcanons.

Send a symbol, receive an answer. For multimuses, specify muse:

♚ — Does your muse believe in objective right and wrong? Why do they hold this view?

♔ — Does your muse believe people are innately good or innately bad? Why do they believe this?

♞ — What does your muse believe happens after death? Do they believe in an afterlife and why/why not? If they do, what do they imagine this afterlife to be?

♘ — Do they believe humanity/their species, as a whole, to be moving in the ‘right’ direction or the ‘wrong’ one? Why do they believe this?

♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing?

♟ — Does your muse believe in free will? Do they believe that people are mostly free?

♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?

♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?

♕ — What does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? Are they satisfied with the choices they make?

♝ — Is your muse concerned about being remembered after they die? If so, do they have anything specific notions about what they want to be remembered for?

♡  — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?

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The Blonde had arrived not long after the out-of-timeline Hargreeves children. She was supposed to observe and protect them until the timeline could be restored. Blaise wasn’t particularly thrilled with this assignment. The lack of killing was particularly circumspect. She knew it had to do with Herb being in-charge now, which Five knew. Herb had a way of wanting to be transparent with the remaining Field Agents, which made her even more irritated with the new management. The daily memo was what the tubes were used for now, not assignments. Assignments were given in-person now, which The Blonde could understand. She’d cited the tube system being run by the clumsiest of people was not the best path. The Handler had taken her off the apocalypse timeline for that bit of grievance. Regardless, she was back where she was supposed to be, in her mind. At the top of the Agents.

With an apartment across the street from the Hargreeves Manor, The Blonde was observing the reactions to the stunt happening in Paris. Of course, Reginald had his Sparrow Academy up and moving before the news broke and then, well, the Umbrella Academy started showing up. Like clockwork these children were. When she spotted Five walking around, she laughed and found it remarkable that he was still so young. Old Man Five had been her rival within the ranks of The Commission. Even The Handler had encouraged hush-hush betting on who would complete their mission first. Usually, it had been Five, but not always. They were both violent and unhinged individuals, but different in that The Blonde was always calm and professional whereas she never trusted Five and his mannequin.

Sometime later, The Blonde observed a blue flash in the alley and then young Five appeared. She collected a jacket for the weather and woefully left her arsenal in a box under the bed. She carried her briefcase with her as she crossed the street and began following Five, waiting for him to notice her. Speaking up to him would just make him react before she could finish telling him that she was no threat.

@doomdelays​

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⌈  CHARLIZE THERON  ,  45  ,  CIS FEMALE  ⌋  has  anyone  seen  THE BLONDE  aka  BLAISE around  ?  i  don’t  think  they’re  part  of  the  madness  ,  all  i  know  is  that  SHE  is  a  ADVANCED FIELD OPERATIVE  from  THE COMMISSION .  they  seem  like  they  are  ICY COLD  &  VIOLENT  ,  but  they  might  be  CALM  &  PROFESSIONAL  too  for  all  we  know  .  they  remind  me  of  changing hair color and style in the middle of a mission, the scent of jasmine mixed with gun oil, finishing people’s sentences, and the murder walk that parts crowds ,  i  hope  that  doesn’t  change  soon  !

THE BLONDE, as she’s officially known, is not unlike the fabled Swedes from The Commission who sweep in when job calls for them. Following The Handler into a battle against The Umbrella Academy was suicide and Blaise knew it, which was why she stuck to her vacation in France in the 1980s. Did she have anything to do with the recent plot drop? Did she bring some big bad back with her? Well, of course, that would be highly unprofessional and THE BLONDE works for nothing but the job. She feels no remorse for the things she accomplishes and she gets them done in a timely manner.

Unlike most Commission agents, THE BLONDE was plucked from relative obscurity. She was an assassin for Russia who infiltrated the United States in the 1960s. Her mission was to eliminate the Majestic Twelve, kidnap Reginald Hargreeves, and get out. Of course, Reggie beat her to the punch and she was in an elevator riding up to the very room where he killed them when AJ Carmichael stopped time. She questioned her new career move for quite sometime, but the perks were the travel and the blood.

Now, she’s been sent to 2019 because someone is in the Timeline that shouldn’t be. The “crazy” part is that the new Company Man, Herb, wants her to offer them a job. THE BLONDE is not looking forward to having spunky new kids on her turf. Of course, she also believes there is a more questionable reason why The Commission wants superhumans to begin with.