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@donttemptthewidow
How do you feel about actual spiders?
“They’re interesting, but not extremely so,” she says looking at a spider building its web in the corner of her living room. “They don’t bother me that much,” she says walking towards said corner, a broom in hand. “But like all things, if they bother me,” as she speaks she raises the broom and thrust it into the spider, killing it. “I crush them.”
What's your favorite animal?
“Hm...” Shivya muses tapping her chin as she thinks. It had never been important in the past so she had never really thought about it.
“Bears, I think,” She says with a shrug. “I don’t know, but I guess bears will do for now.”
why would you do that to Kveto? Oh my god
“What did you expect? Most men are vulnerable to that sort of approach.”
“Though I guess Mr. Ekel is either a man of different tastes or was just too high strung given his recent… incarceration.”
supply drop - closed rp
“Now lets not get too excited here,” Shivya says tilting her head innocently, her hood falling and revealing her short, blond locks. “After all, I believe infighting would irritate our mutual employer.” She can see the confusion run across his face as he continues to hover over her.
“It wouldn’t serve them, only when tyranny ends we will disappear again.”
Kveto paused, the meaning behind her words startling him enough to let her go.
“You’re with The Order? What the hell did you break into my apartment for? I’ve done nothing wrong!” He was angry at the order now; were they trying to kill him or something? Send someone to collect information on him? What the hell?
“You’d better start talking, I’m not a patient man.”
“A bit of both actually,” Shivya says as she sits up and removes her mask, revealing her face completely. “I am from The Order, but they did not send me. I came here out of my own curiosity, ” she says smiling at the cautious man standing before her.
She doesn’t stand, staying in a more vulnerable position will probably keep her alive longer. Just to be safe she keeps her hands on her lap, just in case she needed to reach for a knife.
“I am Shivya Vdova, and I believe your roommate is the one who delivered my supplies behind the Vice earlier today. Seeing as you have both arms,” She says locking eyes, or rather eye, with the man.
“Who might you be?“
Kveto blinked. Oh, so this was the agent he had been making poisons for… “I see,” He began, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am Kvetoslav Ekel. Typically I would make runs like that myself but I’m in a bit of a difficult spot with the government at the moment.” Kveto sighed, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
“If you are who you claim to be, I apologize for the poor hospitality. Perhaps try the front door next time? I’m a bit on edge lately.”
“Ah, so you were the one who’d been captured,” Shivya says covering her mouth with her hand, her gaze dropping to the floor. She had heard rumors of an agent being captured recently. She had also heard rumors of what had been done to said agent. “I apologize, I didn’t think the front door would be the best option. Especially if I had been wrong,” She says crossing her arms over her chest.
“But I understand your reaction,” She says with a sour smile. “Anyone would be on edge with the government bearing down on them again. Especially after what the rumors said you endured.”
Shivya lets out a sigh, the heavy atmosphere making her uncomfortable. She stands and brushes some dirt from her dark pants. “Lets start over shall we?” She says extending a hand and smiling at the man in front of her.
“My name is Shivya Vdova, and its a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
supply drop - closed rp
“Now lets not get too excited here,” Shivya says tilting her head innocently, her hood falling and revealing her short, blond locks. “After all, I believe infighting would irritate our mutual employer.” She can see the confusion run across his face as he continues to hover over her.
“It wouldn’t serve them, only when tyranny ends we will disappear again.”
Kveto paused, the meaning behind her words startling him enough to let her go.
“You’re with The Order? What the hell did you break into my apartment for? I’ve done nothing wrong!” He was angry at the order now; were they trying to kill him or something? Send someone to collect information on him? What the hell?
“You’d better start talking, I’m not a patient man.”
“A bit of both actually,” Shivya says as she sits up and removes her mask, revealing her face completely. “I am from The Order, but they did not send me. I came here out of my own curiosity, ” she says smiling at the cautious man standing before her.
She doesn’t stand, staying in a more vulnerable position will probably keep her alive longer. Just to be safe she keeps her hands on her lap, just in case she needed to reach for a knife.
“I am Shivya Vdova, and I believe your roommate is the one who delivered my supplies behind the Vice earlier today. Seeing as you have both arms,” She says locking eyes, or rather eye, with the man.
“Who might you be?“
Kveto blinked. Oh, so this was the agent he had been making poisons for… “I see,” He began, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am Kvetoslav Ekel. Typically I would make runs like that myself but I’m in a bit of a difficult spot with the government at the moment.” Kveto sighed, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
“If you are who you claim to be, I apologize for the poor hospitality. Perhaps try the front door next time? I’m a bit on edge lately.”
“Ah, so you were the one who’d been captured,” Shivya says covering her mouth with her hand her gaze dropping to the floor. She had heard rumors of an agent being captured. She had also heard even worse rumors of what had been done to said agent. “I apologize, I didn’t think the front door would be the best option. Especially if I had been wrong,” She says crossing her arms over her chest.
“But I understand your reaction,” She says with a sour smile, looking up to meet his gaze. “Anyone would be on edge with the government bearing down on them, again. Especially after what the rumors said you endured.”
Shivya lets out a sigh, the heavy atmosphere making her uncomfortable. She stands and brushes some dirt from her dark pants. “Lets start over shall we?” She says extending a hand and smiling at the man in front of her.
“My name is Shivya Vdova, and its a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
supply drop - closed rp
“Now lets not get too excited here,” Shivya says tilting her head innocently, her hood falling and revealing her short, blond locks. “After all, I believe infighting would irritate our mutual employer.” She can see the confusion run across his face as he continues to hover over her.
“It wouldn’t serve them, only when tyranny ends we will disappear again.”
Kveto paused, the meaning behind her words startling him enough to let her go.
“You’re with The Order? What the hell did you break into my apartment for? I’ve done nothing wrong!” He was angry at the order now; were they trying to kill him or something? Send someone to collect information on him? What the hell?
“You’d better start talking, I’m not a patient man.”
"A bit of both actually,” Shivya says as she sits up and removes her mask, revealing her face completely. “I am from The Order, but they did not send me. I came here out of my own curiosity, ” she says smiling at the cautious man standing before her.
She doesn’t stand, staying in a more vulnerable position will probably keep her alive longer. Just to be safe she keeps her hands on her lap, just in case she needed to reach for a knife.
“I am Shivya Vdova, and I believe your roommate is the one who delivered my supplies behind the Vice earlier today. Seeing as you have both arms,” She says locking eyes, or rather eye, with the man.
"Who might you be?“
supply drop - closed rp
She had been careless and look where it got her. Pinned to the floor beneath a ragged stranger. Still, with her job and skill set this wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, just a bit more… rough than she cared for.
“I can assure you, I mean you and your family no harm,“ she says struggling to make out the man straddling her. Its difficult to see most of his features in the darkness, but from what she can tell he wasn’t expecting a woman, and most never do anyway.
"But I must say, you’ve made quite the impression,” she says as she maneuvers a leg to wrap around the strangers hip and pull him closer. “I didn’t think our first meeting would take this kind of turn,” she says in a teasing voice as she smiles beneath her mask.
“Of course it’s a fucking woman.” Kveto grumbled under his breath, resisting the overpowering urge to get the fuck away from this weirdo.
“What kind of person breaks into someone’s apartment and then tries to get out of trouble by behaving like this?” He spat, pulling himself away from the woman just enough that he wasn’t touching her with his body, but still had her pinned to the floor. “Are you some kind of prostitute??” The expression on his face was nothing short of disgusted. He’d had enough of women for the next year or so after what happened with that crazy bitch that bit off his fingers.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you now.”
"Now lets not get too excited here," Shivya says tilting her head innocently, her hood falling and revealing her short, blond locks. "After all, I believe infighting would irritate our mutual employer." She can see the confusion run across his face as he continues to hover over her.
"It wouldn't serve them, only when tyranny ends we will disappear again."
supply drop - closed rp
Shivya sat perched outside a window to a room for her suppliers apartment. The window had been left ajar and the lights are off. Glancing around the shadowed interior, the room looks deserted. It almost felt too easy. Too easy to find them, too easy to break in, but she had to know. Sometimes it was hard for her to keep so many secrets, and this was one of them.
‘Fuck it,’ she thinks as she slowly opens the window and climbs inside.
Kveto was dimly aware of the fact that someone was opening his bedroom window, but didn’t immediately react. After all, Xena entered the apartment via the windows all the time, hence the fact that the window was unlocked in the first place. It was the lack of greeting that tipped Kveto off to the fact that the person entering his apartment wasn’t his daughter. He continued to feign sleep, listening closely. He could hear soft footsteps crossing the room, pass the foot of the bed, and begin approaching his bedroom door. What kind of idiot would be so careless as to not clear the room before entering? This person was going to pay dearly for thinking they could break into his apartment. As quickly as his tired body could manage Kveto was out of bed and tackling the intruder to the ground, pinning their arms so that they couldn’t possibly draw a weapon.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you’re not going to be leaving this place in one piece if you think you can harm my family.” He hissed.
She had been careless and look where it got her. Pinned to the floor beneath a ragged stranger. Still, with her job and skill set this wasn't completely out of the ordinary, just a bit more... rough than she cared for.
"I can assure you, I mean you and your family no harm," she says struggling to make out the man straddling her. Its difficult to see most of his features in the darkness, but from what she can tell he wasn't expecting a woman, and most never do anyway.
"But I must say, you've made quite the impression," she says as she maneuvers a leg to wrap around the strangers hip and pull him closer. "I didn't think our first meeting would take this kind of turn," she says in a teasing voice as she smiles beneath her mask.
supply drop - closed rp
‘This person is an idiot,’ Shivya thinks as she watches the figure continue to walk briskly down the street ahead of her, not once looking over their shoulder. Its obvious to her that this person is very familiar with the area. They seem more relaxed as they continued their journey, still ignorantly unaware of Shivya’s obvious pursuit.
She keeps her distance, careful not to lose sight of her target. As she continues her pursuit she notices something odd about this persons appearance. Their right arm seemed to move in an… unnatural way. Shivya’s eyes trail down said arm and notices the lack of a hand at the end of the sleeve. ‘They’re missing part of they’re arm? Interesting…’
After some time the figure enters a large apartment building, and Shivya follows not too far behind. The figure heads directly for the stairs, and luckily for Shivya ignores the elevator completely. ‘That makes this easier,’ Shivya thinks as she catches the door to the stairwell just before it can close. Silently slipping into the stairwell, Shivya notice the footsteps making quick work of the stairs. Shivya looks up and watches the figure disappear from the platform on the fifth floor.
Quickly rushing up the stairs, Shivya pauses at the door before quietly opening it, just in time to watch her target disappear into a room at the end of the hall. She silently stalks down the hall and stands in front of the door. This is it, she’d found her supplier. She could knock and demand an explanation. But that would be too direct and likely draw some unwanted attention, which is the last thing The Order needs right now. She’d heard through the grape vine of an agents capture, subsequent torture, and their shocking release. More attention on any of their agents is the thing she wanted to avoid the most.
Shivya makes note of the apartment number and location, before leaving the same way she came. Soon Shivya is back in the streets once more, though not for long. She heads straight for the alley way, knowing most apartment buildings have fire escapes. ‘See you soon,’ Shivya thinks as she ascends the ladders.
Laz finally stepped inside the apartment and pushed the door shut behind himself with his foot. Home at last. With a great sigh of relief Laz shucked off his hoodie and tossed it onto the couch to be dealt with later. After a short walk down the hall he was at the door to Kveto’s room, which was slightly ajar. It looked like he was asleep, as far as Laz could tell, so the young man simply shut the door as quietly as he could and continued on to his bedroom.
At the sound of his door clicking shut Kveto rolled onto his back in bed, giving up his act of feigning sleep for the time being. Pretending to be sleeping was the only way he was ever left alone for more than five minutes, after all. He supposed the drop went well if Laz came home alive, but guessed he would have to wait about ten minutes and see if anyone started pounding on the door to be completely sure he hadn’t been spotted. He could faintly hear Laz singing to himself down the hall, but couldn’t recognize the song. Outside the dull sound of passing traffic drifted up from the street below. It was almost calming now that he had been living here for so long, like white noise to help you fall asleep. He couldn’t deny that he was tired… maybe he really should get some rest. Kveto rolled back onto his side facing the door and pulled his blankets up tightly around his shoulders to keep out the chill.
Yeah. Maybe some sleep would help.
Shivya sat perched outside a window to a room for her suppliers apartment. The window had been left ajar and the lights are off. Glancing around the shadowed interior, the room looks deserted. It almost felt too easy. Too easy to find them, too easy to break in, but she had to know. Sometimes it was hard for her to keep so many secrets, and this was one of them.
'Fuck it,' she thinks as she slowly opens the window and climbs inside.
supply drop - closed rp
Shivya waited on the roof of the Pink Vice, her hood up and her mask pulled up, obscuring her features further. Shivya was curious as to why her delivery was so late. she had to improvise on several of her high profile missions. So safe to say she wanted answers.
After receiving a message from the Order that her deliver would be dropped off in a days time, no other details, no explanation. So here she sat, stating out the drop cite, waiting to see her supplier for the first time.
‘If The Order wouldn’t give her answers, she’d get them herself,” Shivya thought as she continues to scan for anyone out of place. She sat there for some time before a shifty figure made its way towards the alley.
‘Could you be more obvious?’ she thought as she watched the figure repeatedly glance over they’re shoulder. They pause at the entrance to the alley, glancing around more before walking swiftly towards the dumpster. They glance around the dumper, searching, like they’ve never been here before. Finally after much searching they find the gap behind the dumpster. The pull a small package from they’re jacket and stuff it into the gap. Once the package is tucked safely away for later retrieval, the figure turns and quickly leaves the alley.
‘Lets see where you go,’ Shivya thinks as she drops off the roof and follows not far behind the mysterious figure.
Laz was so focused on getting back to the apartment that he was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being followed…. truly a testament to why he was rarely given assignments. But… whatever. He kept his eyes pointed straight ahead as he kept up a brisk pace down the sidewalk, block after block passing rather quickly until the apartment building he called home loomed overhead like a great grey-brick monolith. He entered the lobby without so much as a backwards glance and began his journey up the stairs. He felt much safer now that he was indoors and let out a relieved sigh at being back in a familiar place.
Hopefully Kveto would be well enough to take care of this himself next time.
‘This person is an idiot,’ Shivya thinks as she watches the figure continue to walk briskly down the street ahead of her, not once looking over their shoulder. Its obvious to her that this person is very familiar with the area. They seem more relaxed as they continued their journey, still ignorantly unaware of Shivya’s obvious pursuit.
She keeps her distance, careful not to lose sight of her target. As she continues her pursuit she notices something odd about this persons appearance. Their right arm seemed to move in an... unnatural way. Shivya’s eyes trail down said arm and notices the lack of a hand at the end of the sleeve. ‘They’re missing part of they’re arm? Interesting...’
After some time the figure enters a large apartment building, and Shivya follows not too far behind. The figure heads directly for the stairs, and luckily for Shivya ignores the elevator completely. ‘That makes this easier,’ Shivya thinks as she catches the door to the stairwell just before it can close. Silently slipping into the stairwell, Shivya notice the footsteps making quick work of the stairs. Shivya looks up and watches the figure disappear from the platform on the fifth floor.
Quickly rushing up the stairs, Shivya pauses at the door before quietly opening it, just in time to watch her target disappear into a room at the end of the hall. She silently stalks down the hall and stands in front of the door. This is it, she’d found her supplier. She could knock and demand an explanation. But that would be too direct and likely draw some unwanted attention, which is the last thing The Order needs right now. She’d heard through the grape vine of an agents capture, subsequent torture, and their shocking release. More attention on any of their agents is the thing she wanted to avoid the most.
Shivya makes note of the apartment number and location, before leaving the same way she came. Soon Shivya is back in the streets once more, though not for long. She heads straight for the alley way, knowing most apartment buildings have fire escapes. ‘See you soon,’ Shivya thinks as she ascends the ladders.
supply drop - closed rp
Alright… it’s just one more block until I can drop this stupid package and head home before someone sees me.
Laz really wasn’t used to taking care of supply drops like this, as he was usually just a messenger and clearly that was different. Delivering messages was much more inconspicuous and frankly, dropping packages always made him feel so nervous. He had no idea how Kveto could do this so nonchalantly all the damn time, but whatever…
As he drew nearer to the drop site he felt more and more on edge, like someone was watching him. One downside of the hood was that his peripheral vision was shit, but he guessed he had to stick to the whole “mysterious stranger” shtick The Order had going on.
It seemed pretty funny to him that the site ended up being an alley near the Pink Vice. As if that place didn’t already have some dubiously legal practices, right? He ducked into the alley after giving a quick scan of his surroundings and tucked the lockbox into a small gap in the brickwork of the building.
There, that ought to do it. Now to get the hell home.
@donttemptthewidow
Supply Drop - Closed Rp
Shivya waited on the roof of the Pink Vice, her hood up and her mask pulled up, obscuring her features further. Shivya was curious as to why her delivery was so late. she had to improvise on several of her high profile missions. So safe to say she wanted answers.
After receiving a message from the Order that her deliver would be dropped off in a days time, no other details, no explanation. So here she sat, stating out the drop cite, waiting to see her supplier for the first time.
‘If The Order wouldn’t give her answers, she’d get them herself,” Shivya thought as she continues to scan for anyone out of place. She sat there for some time before a shifty figure made its way towards the alley.
‘Could you be more obvious?’ she thought as she watched the figure repeatedly glance over they’re shoulder. They pause at the entrance to the alley, glancing around more before walking swiftly towards the dumpster. They glance around the dumper, searching, like they’ve never been here before. Finally after much searching they find the gap behind the dumpster. The pull a small package from they’re jacket and stuff it into the gap. Once the package is tucked safely away for later retrieval, the figure turns and quickly leaves the alley.
‘Lets see where you go,’ Shivya thinks as she drops off the roof and follows not far behind the mysterious figure.
Speaking of cannibism, have you met the Ekel family yet?
“Who?”
How do you feel about cannibalism?
“Cannibalism?” Shivya says reaching up and tugging her mask down to her chin.
“Disgusting, the sheer idea that someone would resort to eating another is absolutely horrendous, even if done for survival. Anyone who commits such crimes should be put down like the savage animal they are,” Shivya says narrowing her eyes.
“But now that you mention it, someone sent Patharus some “people jerky”, as you all called it. It seems one of those nasty creatures is fixated on him. I’ll have to keep a closer eye on him from now on, maybe even go through all his mail,” she says tapping her chin thoughtfully.
Hey Shivya, what did you look like as a baby or child?
“It took me a while to find but here it is. My mother took this picture when I was 4, she wanted to capture my reaction to the bear she made me. I think I was a bit confused by the camera to focus on the bear, hahahaha.”
What's your favorite color?
“I don’t normally wear much color outside of work, I usually try and keep a low profile. But I’ve always seemed to like purple, regardless of the shade.”
ohmygod someone is trying to feed people jerky to your neighbor
“WHO’S DOING WHAT!?!?” Shivya shouts before bursting out her door and begins to furiously knock on Patharus, hoping the blond answers before its too late.
What do you think of Patharus? He seems pretty fond of you already.
“From what little I’ve seen of Patharus he is kind, sweet, and quite honestly a bit naive.”
“He reminds me a lot of my sister so its hard not to look out for him.”
