They call me Lu

Louise Elding S.H.I.E.L.D Agent. Thief. Mutant. Hacker [Closed RP blog for the RP AvengersUnite ]

[bitchytechie]

Maya pulled down the screen to hide it back on her tablet, “Oh I could very well turn you in.  But then they would do a security overhaul and I would have to rewrite everything I did,” she said shaking her head with an annoyed sigh.  “I want to know how.  I barley caught your trace.”

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“Hella glad you aren’t. Corporate companies are a bitch to deal with, legally.” Lu gave a sigh of relief. “Now that, that’s a bit harder to explain.” Something told Lu that this girl wasn’t the mutant hating type, but in this day and age, she could never be too sure. “Would you accept the simple answer of I was born with the ability?” She doubted that explanation would cut it but it was wroth a shot. 

[hautebouture-blog]

Grinning and sitting upright, Bo offered the woman a sympathetic nod and chuckle. “Same. I would have stayed holed up in the AC all day, but I had a nagging desire to reread 1984 and I couldn’t find my old copy.” Bo nodded his head at the book in his lap and lifted the straw in his drink to his mouth, thankful that he hadn’t actually fallen asleep and dropped it. How mortifying that would have been. “What’s your excuse?”

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Lu chuckled. “That’s always the worst feeling. I take it you’re one of those sorts that prefers to read books in print than on a tablet or something?” She inferred. “Today is my day off and since my apartment is right above the shop I own, I prefer to actually get out when i’m off. I’m regretting it though.” She sighed. “Maybe you’ve been there? It’s a electrical repair shop in Midtown. I only ask because you look naggingly familiar and I can’t think of any other place I could have possibly seen you.”

[demonofwinterrp]

Darkness Rising || Open

It was midnight by the time Bucky -Winter–the asset?– got back to New York City. He’d been gone tracking down his own past, grabbing civilian clothes (insubstantial, unfamiliar, new) and staying in D.C. just to view the Smithsonian exhibit. It was strange, seeing “him” being called a hero, so used to having only a name, a title, being a tool used for shaping the world to his Master’s design. He wasn’t even used to being a he. Even still, there were connections, old names he called upon, including one man who had –years ago– remembered who he was, acknowledged him; he’d secured an apartment for him, small and sparse, reminiscent of his sleeping cell in any number of HYDRA bases.

The city itself was one that was familiar, both as Winter and…before. The time he could barely remember, small snatches here and there; memories the man on the bridge –Steve– had dragged up, like a body from the lake. A woman’s voice, laughing, exclaiming in joy; the same voice, weak, croaking, “Bucky,” the name he’d forgotten from before the man on the bridge reminded him. James Buchanan Barnes had been the name at the exhibit, but that hadn’t been what Steve had called him.

After a few weeks he was out of food, and eventually emerged into the streets, cloaking device on his arm and his hair pulled back. He was hoping no one would recognize him, having a hard enough time with the very sudden memory flashes assaulting him, and HYDRA agents mixed with ex-SHIELD agents teeming all over the place. Not to mention the fucking Avengers, and Natalia, too. He knew she was here, could feel it like a loose stitch, tugging at his skin roughly. Just like the gaze of whoever was watching him. Wiping around, the Asset – Winter – Bucky glared at the person, snapping out a rough, “What?” His voice sharp and pointed like the blade in his pocket.

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It was late and at this hour most people had been long asleep by now.

But Lu wasn't most people. 

She had been out lurking the streets, wheeling and dealing like she had used to. Someone owed her money for a job she did a while ago and they still hadn't payed up. Usually, Lu didn't take extensions on receiving payment, but she had worked for this particular person before, so she made an exception. This person took advantage of that and while Lu wasn't the type to get her hands dirty, she wasn't about to let this person go by with out paying her what she was owed. This individual now would be sporting scars from electrical burns for a while.

When she left their place, Lu had every intention of going straight home, knowing that her brother would be up waiting for her. He always worried when she was out on the streets at night. It didn’t matter that she had spent a few years of her life on those streets and knew how to handle herself. 

As she walked, she ended up trailing behind some guy, a shady looking character, that she usually would have ignored writing him off as a junkie or some other type of criminal, but there was something about him. She could feel some kind of electricity coming off him, something not normal like a phone or a watch, something like the tech she dealt with at SHIELD. Maybe he was some kind of agent? 

Her mind mulled over the possibilities as she watched him, absent-mindedly following him until he turned to snap at her. 

“Nothing?” Lu could tell now that she saw his face, the way he was looking at her, that he wasn’t the type to be messed with. “Just walking.” 

[streaksofemerald]

“Oh, t’ere are somet’ings, I would say,” he commented quietly, watching as she handled the piece of equipment. While it wasn’t his Assassin’s Laptop, as Conor so affectionately dubbed it, it still had valuable things stored on it. Photos from the Driscoll family cottage back in Ireland, which was still theirs, still waiting and ready for when New York became too much, American accents and fuck all overwhelming the two boys, an escape so familiar. Neither of them needed it yet, and secretly Bran expected Conor to need it first, knowing his anxiety disorder; yet the younger brother had been strangely determined to make this new apartment theirs, turn it into a home.

Meanwhile, Bran had taken three jobs on and unpacked two boxes of his own.

“Adult favors are t’e bes’ kind,” he agreed, ignoring the illegal part all together – not wise to talk about it, when he’d already been seen fucking someone up. Which got him thinking about that man again, asking to watch; someone with the same seeping trail of disgusting darkness coiled inside. “I’d take fuckin’ in t’e back room o’er givin’ someone a ride any day,” he purred, leaning on one hand as he watched her fiddle with his laptop.

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Lu just smiled to herself as she pulled the back off the laptop. She leaned closer to it to feign a thorough inspection. The motherboard had sugar crystallized on it, which would explain why it wouldn’t turn on. “Did you spill something on it recently? Because your motherboard has sugar on it.” She looked back at it, then at him. “Which pretty much means your laptop is permanently dead. I mean I could replace it, but at the cost of getting a new one, you’d be better off just getting a new laptop.” She shrugged. “It’s up to you, babe.” 

“Glad we can agree on that.” She chuckled. Though Lu was sure that was serious about a quick fuck in the back, Lu hardly had any intention of randomly hooking up with this guy; that is unless she was sure that he’d never come through the shop again. “Ooo, now there’s an idea. A quick fuck sounds a hell of a lot more appealing than finishing work.” She laughed again. “Tell me, gorgeous, are you this forward with everyone?” 

[hautebouture-blog]

It was stupid-hot in the city, enough that during his trek back from the bookstore, Bo had to duck into a wonderfully air-conditioned coffee shop and get something cold to drink. Slumping down onto the couch in the corner, book in his lap and coffee in hand, Bo closed his eyes. He’d nearly fallen asleep when he felt the cushions shift as someone sat on the opposite end of the short couch. Rolling his head to the side to look at them, he offered a friendly smile. “Terrible, isn’t it?” he remarked idly, his gaze flicking to the window a moment. “S’hot enough to burn a polar bear’s butt out there.”

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Lu was out in the city, enjoying some much needed time off. Aside from SHIELD needing her here and there, she was usually busy helping her brother run the small repair shop left to them by their father. On this particularly hot day, she found herself seeking refuge from the heat wave in one of the cafes that she usually frequented. With her usual order of french vanilla iced coffee in hand, Lu sat at the couch, opposite of a man who had appeared to be sleeping. She had intended to pay him no attention until he spoke, mentioning the ridiculous state of the weather. “It really is.” She agreed, then laughed at his analogy. “You’re definitely right about that. I’m honestly surprised that I’m out braving it. I’ve never been to fond of hot weather.” As Lu looked at the man she was talking to, she couldn’t help but feel like she had seen him somewhere before.

[bitchytechie]

  Maya sighed and pulled up a holographic screen in front of the two of them, showing the code and program used to hack Obscorp.  And the a simple command to show the tracking system Maya designed pointing to the woman, “You sure about that?”

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Lu looked at the screen pointing to her as the source of the code used to hack into Obscorp’s systems. She was honestly surprised anyone was able to track her; Lu left hardly any trail when she got into a system. “Alright you got me.” She laughed. “So what? You don’t look like police, So now that you have your culprit, what are you gonna do with that info?” 

[streaksofemerald]

“Favours usually mean t’ery’re free.” Bran retorted, cupping his hand wound his throat, dark eyes trained on her. “Don’ ‘ave a car ‘ere, too difficult drivin’ on t’e wrong side o’ t’e road.” Lifting up his laptop, which had died suddenly, and refused to turn on – possibly because of the recent slew of abuse it had gotten while moving – Bran looked at her expectantly, grin still in place. “Alrigh’, can ye fix t’is for me?”

Leaning even closer, the Irishman added in a low, borderline filthy voice, asked, “An’ wha’ sorta favours would t’ose be? Prob’ly t’e kind I be more interested in.”

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“Ain’t nothin’ in life free, Sweetheart.” Lu chuckled. “I don’t blame you, driving in the city is hell. I hardly do it myself.” She agreed as she took the laptop. Upon taking it into her hands, she instantly could sense what the issue was. “Of course I can. If you’ve got a moment, I could crack it open right now and at least tell you what the problem is.” Lu didn’t give him the chance to give her an answer before moving off to grab a small tool kit, fishing a few different sized screwdrivers out and setting them on the counter. 

“Well.” She began in a light voice. “Judging by the tone of your voice, you seem like you’d be more interested in the adult sorts of favours and less in the, well, less than legal ones.” A smirk formed as she began unscrewing the back of his laptop. It wasn’t rare for her to be this forward with a stranger,  though it was a little more out of place to do so with a customer. Though she really couldn’t help herself when the man in question happened to be this seductive Irishman.

[bitchytechie]

“Well I would like to know who was good enough to break through the primary firewalls where I work, but I suppose I found my answer.”

[ladylightninglu-blog1]

“I don’t have the slightest idea of what you’re talking about.”

[streaksofemerald]

“Depends, wha’ kinda favours you offerin’?” Bran questioned, leisurely looking down at the woman, raising a brow at her demanding tone.

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“You walk into an electronics repair shop and then ask what I do? I can fix pretty much anything if it runs on electricity and if you’re having car trouble my brother can take a look at it.” Lu smiled and leaned on the counter. “Though, if you know how to ask, I could be persuaded to do some other things.”

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“Are you gonna stand there all day, or are you here to request a favour?”

[ohhminaj]

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