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julesmxyer:

“Probably not,” Jules replied, kicking her feet up, “I mean, they will probably keep it quiet. Depending on the damage, we should keep a lookout and see if anyone goes missing.” A small smirk worked itself into her expression, “True, true, I think it’s meant more for the aesthetic though. The studio rooms for the resident agents are nicer, obviously, we just get slightly elevated dormitory living.”

Verity pursed her lips. “Oh, I plan on it. While I don’t mind the change, I happen to like my flat - very comfortable, very flashy; just the way I like it. This is exceedingly dull.” She knows that she should probably be more worried, but she’s rather confident that it wouldn’t effect her. She’s pretended to be someone else for the entirety of her time here and no one has suspected anything. If anything should happen, she was certain her family would take her back in. The Ivanovs didn’t value much, but they did value their family. “I’m sending in a formal complaint,” she teased. She turned up her nose, flipping her hair back - looking to picture of elegant indignation.

#( i. julesmxyer )

charliekxne:

“I like Valarie as well, at least I think,” she mumbled, scratching at the paper again, visibly anxious, “Have you finished yours?”

Verity smiled at the redhead, eyebrows knitting together at the visible signs of anxiousness. “You’ll be fine, darling. If you need help, I’m happy to oblige. And no, not yet. But I have several personas at the ready. I’m just not sure which one I’m going to choose just yet.”

#( i. charliekxne )

As much as Verity hated to be away from the comfort of her own home and cats, she did very much enjoy this assignment. Give her years with her family in Russia and then her years alone in France, she could slip in and out of personas as easy as she could breath. Lying and manipulation were two of her finest skills, though she rarely got to utilize them as a tech agent. This gave her an opportunity, even though it was frightfully inconvenient. “Do you think they’ll tell us who fucked up? Not that I’m complaining, of course - though with the funds that Kingsmen has, I’m surprised they can’t supply us all with more comfortable beds.”

#atkmstarter

charliekxne:

Charlie was perched in the lounge, furiously scribbling out a page in the small notebook she held. “Hey,” she snapped, a bit sharper than intended, “Valerie or do I look more like an Amber?”

Verity glanced up, pursing her lips as she looked the young woman over. “Hm, Valarie. Amber is far too tame for you, love.”

#( i. charliekxne )

jewhiskey:

“Verity”, Daisy greeted, taking one step inside. “Yes, I realize you’re busy, I heard of the project you were working on. I was wondering if you’d like any help with it”, she offered. As much as Daisy enjoyed working on her own projects unrelated to the Kingsman, sometimes mere curiosity wasn’t enough to keep her mind busy. Sometimes, she needed a very clear, tangible objective to keep the memories away.

And, as much as she hated to admit it, the company and the chatter and the discussion of ideas helped in that aspect. It didn’t hurt that the person she’d be speaking to was someone she’d grown fond of over the years – inevitable, really, given their similar interests and the fact they were coworkers.

The blonde was hardly one that accepted help in something that she specialized in, though she did like to occasion to order someone around. She would have flat out refused Daisy’s offer - if simply because they worked together and she didn’t like the others seeing what she did and getting an upper hand on her designs - but that would have been far too obvious. It wasn’t that she particularly disliked Daisy - she was very kind to Verity and most of the time, Verity enjoyed her presence - but she was also valuable to Kingsmen, and that posed a threat to the blonde, in her mind. “Thank you so much for asking, darling. But I’m quite alright.”

#( jewhiskey )#// i answered this without assuming too much of a personal connection #but if you would like to plot something with them let me know and i can change my reply

remyvora:

Remy had always been a little fascinated by the tech the Kingsmen agents used. After all, she was still an academic at heart, even if she figured her time was better spent training in other areas now, and she loved knowing how things worked. It was beyond interesting, and it wasn’t rare for her to find herself wandering into workshops and testings in order to get a closer look. That was what brought her here today, eager to see what sort of new technology was being experimented with. She knocked before entering more as a courtesy than anything else, smiling at her fellow agent as she popped her head into the room. “Oh, no, I don’t — I mean, I don’t need anything. I was just wondering if you needed any help?”

Verity was far from one to turn away a servant - well, help is a better way to put it but she was rather full of herself - so when the new agent stepped in, she almost nodded on the spot. But her desire to boss people around was battling her desire to control literally everything around her. She pursed her lips at the girl, eyes slightly narrowed. She wouldn’t trust another person to sew for her but modelling.. that would be helpful. “How tall are you - the exact measurement, do you know?” She needed someone small and slight to ensure that the fabric itself wouldn’t weigh them down.

#( remyvora )

agentywain:

Mats walked into the tech division quietly, trying not to disturb if anyone was already working. He knocked lightly on the doorframe before heading in. He didn’t want to work there anymore, it was too painful, but sometimes he liked to go in, just to spend time there. It brought him some comfort on particularly stressful days, just sitting there quietly. Seeing whatever the agents there were working on.

“Hey, Verity,” he said quietly. “Do you mind if I just… sit here and watch? I’ll be quiet it’s just…” He ran a hand over his hair and looked down at the floor. “Been a long day and I don’t feel like dealing with… y’know… everyone.”

Though empathy wasn’t exactly the woman’s forte, she did quite enjoy Mats’ company. He was competent and friendly, and he rarely, if ever, got in her way. It helped that he was no longer in the tech division - she was rather ruthless when it came to her competition - but she considered him to be a friend. When he spoke, she smiled pleasantly at him, nodding instantly. “You know I never mind your company, darling - please, sit,” she gestured to a chair across her work bench. “I understand, they can all be rather... well, overwhelming is a rather nice way to put it, wouldn’t you say?”

#( agentywain )

charliekxne:

Charlie was bounding on her heels down the hall, an unusual thing for her. Today, though, she was excited. She had gotten her first official mission assignment, and it required a special wardrobe. She had looked around for the the agent to fit her for awhile, not finding her in any of the offices. She caught glimpse of garments through an window, and gave a quick knock before she opened the door. “It sort of is..” Charlie trailed off her eyes taking in the mass amount of fabric around her, a bit overwhelmed. “I uh, I have to have a gown, for a gala, in less that twenty-four hours. Probably needs to be protective as you can manage while still being, you know, nice. I might get shot at,” She grinned, unable to hold back her excitement.

It was uncommon to see Charlie in such a good mood - there was a lot of anger bottled up in that tiny body - so the redhead’s grin brought one to Verity’s face. “Aren’t we chipper today,” she chuckled, arching a brow as she looked her over. She’s always wanted to give her a makeover - such great beauty, yet she didn’t take to the finer elegant looks that Verity wanted to push her into. Black silk and diamonds.. would be perfect for her skin tone. A smirk broke out when she mentioned a gown. “Close the door and strip. I need to make sure I have the right measurements,” her eyes were trained on her sketchbook. She had several designs in mind for most of the agents at Kingsmen, and had them labeled as such. “Right so bullet and fire proof. You know where you’re going?”

#( charliekxne )

kmprcvl:

Emerson had joined the Kingsman three years ago. Almost as long as she’d been a Statesman. However, she felt more at home among the Kingman - even if she didn’t exactly show it at times. She wanted to catch up on what new items she’d have to use out on the field; Emerson was nothing but prepared. After two hours of martial arts practice and a quick shower, she made her way to Verity’s work area. She knocked lightly on the door waiting for the other to let her in. Once she got the ok, opened the door. Her eyes darted around the room for any signs of a new item for her to try out. She answered with a soft smile, “I just wanted to see if you had any new toys for me to check out.” She let out a light laugh, “You know me, I always want to be one step ahead of everyone else.”

Verity glanced up, trying to keep the annoyance off her face - she wasn’t a goddamn toymaker. She was a designer - of both weaponry and cloth, which were equally deadly in her mind. “Of course you do, darling,” she smiled, the action slightly tighter than usual. She glanced down at her work for a moment before looking back up at her. “I’m afraid most of my projects are on hold for this current one,” she gestured to the swath of fabric and sketchbook before her, “so I can’t give you much information on the other.. toys. Was there something specific you were hoping for?”

#( kmprcvl )

Verity pushed strands of her hair back behind her ear as she leaned over the table - she had commandeered what looked like a makeshift sitting room to finish up some of her designs. It was proving difficult - having to blend Kevlar and fireproof fabric was tricky enough, but given how thick the fabric was becoming it was even more difficult to make the design look inconspicuous. It’d be somewhat easier if it was suit or a jacket but a gown - that was a challenge. But Verity was always up for a challenge. She glanced away from the design for just a moment, eyes scanning her other project. She was saving her favorite for last - the cuff-links and earrings that turn into grenades. It was by far some of her best work, in her mind. She smiled despite herself, though that twist of her lips evaporated when she heard someone knocking on the door. “Come in,” she called out, trying to keep her voice level. “Frightfully busy today, I’m afraid. Is whatever you need urgent?” She asked, setting her pencil down and looking at the newcomer.

#atkmstarter #// yikes this is bad #but hopefully it'll work??

agentywain-blog

Coffee Thievery || Open

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agentywain:

Mats peered around the corner staring, waiting for any sign of movement. It was quiet, no movement, but he would remain vigilant. He was retribution. He was the night. He was the man seeking justice. He would get the vengeance which had so long been denied to-

Holy shit.

He jumped as someone approached behind him

“SHH!” he hushed them once his heart had returned to it’s regularly-scheduled beating. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, what are you doing?! Can’t you see I’m on a mission? Jesus!”

He turned and peeked around the corner again, seeing nothing. Ugh.

“There’s a thief in our midst.”

Verity arched a delicate brow as she walked towards the kitchen, desperately needing some caffeine to finish up her work. Spotting the public relations agent, the blonde’s curiosity was piqued and she headed straight towards him. If it were anyone else approaching him in stiletto heels, then he would have heard them automatically. However, over time, Verity had learned the importance of a light step - it’s not as if she could give up her shoes. She was a spy, not a heathen.

She walked up behind him, careful to give him no indication that she was directly behind him. “Hey, Mats,” she whispered, chuckling immediately at his reaction. “Not my fault you can’t sense when someone’s walking towards you. I thought that was something of a prerequisite now that I think of it..” She hummed, as if deep in thought. “But I do apologize for the interruption of what has to be the most well played heist in history. Do tell - what is this mission that you’ve been tasked with?” She asked, leaning over to see what he was looking at.

His answer surprised her, causing her to tilt her head in slight interest. “Really? What’s gone missing?”

#( agentywain )#// let me know if this doesn't work for you!!#p: coffee thievery

charliekxne:

Boredom. It was a dangerous state for Charlotte Kane, there wasn’t a soul alive who could predict what she would do. This evening it was just drinking, and a bit of privacy invasion. In the main operations room of Kingsman, every agent had a desk. It was one of the easiest ways to pass information, and also useful to have a seat for everyone in case another mass mission was called. She sat, leaned back, her feet thrown over the top of her fellow agents desk. A drink tumbler in one hand, the other was nearly elbow deep in one of the drawers. She was rummaging, on her third or so refill, whatever she had concocted easily inebriating her petite self. “What a piece of junk–” Charlie hiccuped, briefly looking at a object she found, before quickly dropping it back into the drawer. Taking a long gulp from her drink, she slammed the desk shut, moving to the other side when she looked up, “Oh hey there! Didn’t see you, sorry, this your desk?” Charlie grinned, the buzz she felt giving her a much more cherry attitude than usual, “I was just looking ‘round, you know, for funsies”

Aggravation was close to Verity’s resting state when she was in headquarters - mostly because she didn’t always appreciate the drab nature of the building. It was just so incredibly dull. She longed to be in her flat right now, with her kitten, Luna, and her bed that didn’t feel like it was made of cement. She didn’t often stay overnight but she also wasn’t a quitter and she wanted to finish this design before she went home. Returning to the tech offices after fetching a cup of tea, the blonde was surprised to see a fumbling red head rummaging through one of her co-workers desks. “Fortunately, it’s not. Though I can’t imagine that Lionel will be too pleased when they hear about this,” she arched a brow, eyes flickering to the many security cameras. She was a lot of things, but she wasn’t a rat - her parents made damn certain of that fact. She chuckled, nodding for a brief moment. “Really? I can’t imagine that this is what your lot like to do for fun. Though I suppose I’m a bit out of touch, I can’t imagine that snooping through highly classified documents is what other people consider.. funsies.” She perched at her own desk, meticulously decorated and organized, as her eyes searched for any sign of decent blackmail or information. Verity was far from above using her own knowledge against her co-workers, especially those in the tech program. She took great pride in being the best tech agent - in her mind - but that title wasn’t won overnight. “Find anything interesting?”

#( charliekxne )

VERITY KLEIN

“you’ve got a fire inside but your heart is so cold”

&. BASICS

Full Name: Verity Rosalie Klein, born Saskia Tatyana Ivanov

Nicknames: V, Agent Ector, the siren

Age and Birthday: Thirty Two || January 1st

Gender and Sexuality: Cisgender Woman || Pansexual

Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia

Current Location: London, England

#statistics ;;#{ serpent underneath || about }

altierra

What kind of stuff did you show them? KW: Like how to use a magazine as a weapon. You can take a magazine, if you’re flipping through it, and roll it up nice and tight and hold it in the center – all of it together is the same as a steal rod. So if you’re on the bus or especially in NY if you’re on the subway and there’s some weird guy across from you who’s sketchy or strange… [She deftly rolls up an issue of Marie Claire and drives it onto the table with a sound that rattles the doorframe] You can go for the head or groin. It’s a way to defend yourself without grabbing a gun or anything like that.

indigenousandangry

@sissyhiyah self defense tips from Viking Quistis

sissyhiyah

Weapons Monthly has an entirely different meaning now.

#{ serpent underneath || about }#{ the toymaker || weapons }

allthekingsmenrp-blog

Congratulations, and welcome to Kingsman Ingrid! Please read through your welcome pack before settling in.

Accessing Agent ( ECTOR ) … ( VERITY KLEIN ) graduated into the service ( NINE YEARS ) ago. ( SHE ) was noted to be ( CUNNING ) and ( DEDICATED ), but also to be ( APATHETIC ) and ( MANIPULATIVE ). The psych evaluation tagged them to be the ( SIREN ). Their original civilian alias was ( NATALIE DORMER ), for further details, see section F, subsection C.

***Please note this character will be replacing Ingrid’s current character.

Keep reading

#application ;;#{ serpent underneath || about }

ignore everything under this post

this blog is going through a major revamping

-- tag dump !!

#{ serpent underneath || about }#{ ice queen || vanity }#{ blood of my blood || ivanovs }#{ accessing files || headcanons }#{ the only god here is dior || designs }#{ the toymaker || weapons }#vinyl ;;#aesthetic ;;#moodboard ;;#wardrobe ;;

mcrlxn:

Caoimhe ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head. “I like stepping over boundaries. I prefer trying to keep my agents safe.” Although, that wasn’t something that she’d always succeeded in, either. It had been different when she was a field agent, when it had been her life on the line - she’d never particularly had much to live for, so risking what she had had never seemed like that big of a deal. She lifted the bottle once more, filling her glass with another drink and knocking it back. “It’d be arrogant if I said I agree, huh?”

Veronica nodded, the movements slightly exaggerated and sloppy. “I admire that, Caoimhe. I really do. Too many people just don’t give a damn about the agents and I.. I love that they have someone like you looking after them. Even though you can be a cold bitch sometimes - and don’t take that the wrong way, babes, you’re great - you do have their best interests at heart,” she smiled at the woman. She laughed at her question, shrugging her shoulders. “I mean, probably. But fuck it, cocky looks good on you.”

#( i. mcrlxn )

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