✧ ☾ — she's mad but she's magic

✧ ☾ — i'm pretty GOOD at feeling sorry for m y s e l f making up fake lives but nothing ( tangible ) daydreaming while watching the tv, i n t r i c a t e combos by myself to fall asleep. EMILIA SANTOS//AGENT ENYO.

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❛ all the wine in the world can’t help me now. but, at least i’m here.❜she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else.❛ where are all the new cadets?❜ xiaodan inquired with an expression of weariness upon her face.❛i can’t wait to turn their lives into a living hell.❜it was a simple joke and not a real threat.

[enycs]

the corner’s of emilia’s mouth pull upwards as she listens to xiadon speak. “that’s interesting. i’m looking forward to the exact same thing!” she practically purrs, mischief alight in her dark eyes. while her fellow agent may have been joking, emilia’s words held some truth. “please, don’t hesitate to bounce some of your ideas off me.”

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@enycs

achilles walked around aimlessly ( that never used to happen before ). another change, just like so many others. most of the people around him had noticed the shift within the soldier; the different ways his body had been wired after his latest mission. truthfully, alessandro barely recalled the kinks and formalities of being within the institute’s walls - not when he had spent six months calling some other place his home. 

the faces which he recognized earned a small nod in greeting as he made his way through the building. it was still early, which meant that most of the cadets were off being tortured in class somewhere in the training facilities and most of the agents were simply starting off their day. then, just as achilles reached the entrance, one face were powerful enough to actual stop him in his tracks. he could barely recall their last encounter - perhaps it was a selective memory by choice - but there was a few things which he had yet to tune out; her bottom lip between his teeth, the way her spine arched under his touch and will, the vague scent that rested in her hair.

“.. enyo.” alessandro called out before he could choke back on the word. “.. i didn’t expect to se- .. “ he trailed off upon his realization - where else would she be, if not here? he changed directions. “how have you been?”

[enycs]

the urge to release a sigh of displeasure is suppressed once emilia realizes who’s uttered her codename. the voice is all too familiar, one that’s been absent in her day-to-day life for far too long. it’s been six months since her dark eyes have laid on alessandro, evident by the pang she feels in her chest. but she isn’t happy to see him— not completely, at least. 

for a moment, she’s is frozen and unsure how to proceed. Should she hug him? Be angry with him? Ignore him? “i’ve been good.” she finally forces out, head nodding as if to reinforce her statement. the tone in her voice contradicts the smile that she’s forced onto her lips, revealing the angst that’s managed to trail closely behind her wherever she went. she missed him, of that there was no denying, but she wouldn’t dare admit it out loud. Not after the way things were abruptly left between the two. 

“and you?” emilia questions, arms moving to cross themselves in front of her chest. “how was your mission?” the hint of spite that laced her words was unintentional and difficult to omit. this is foreign territory, one where awkward tension lingers in the air between them. her eyes, which had tried their best to avoid his, finally meet his and the urge to reach out and reenact their last encounter is almost unbearable. 

[enycs]

[ SHAY MITCHELL ]  Agent ENYO, originally SANTOS, EMILIA ROSA, is a TWENTY-SIX-year-old ORDNANCE AND ENGINEERING OPERATIVE from the PHILIPPINES. Intel says SHE is RESILIENT & INTELLIGENT but also UNPREDICTABLE & BELLICOSE . (mick/22/cst/she/her)

hello!! my name is mick and i’m so excited to be apart of this rp!! i haven’t rp’d in about....a year, so i’m a lil rusty pls forgive me!

but here’s my bby emilia! she’s...kind of a mess lol

she’s originally from the philippines!! she has a v slight accent when she speaks 

ordnance is her life and she loves it a lil too much. playing with her knives is her fav hobby

she’s unpredictable (which isn’t v good coming from someone who plays w knives lol) and she can have a bit of a temper at times

her codename is enyo who is the goddess of war which is very fitting!! 

honestly, she just loves fighting and weapons and blood 

that’s....kind of all i have at the moment. i’m still working on fleshing her out a bit and i’ll get her backstory up in a bit :~) but in the mean time, if anyone would like to plot leave me a message!! or give this a lil like and i’ll come to you :~)

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