Tanto gentile e tanto onesta pare.

Indie Blizzard's Overwatch OC, Celeste Elisi/Beatrice, written and brought to life by your fellow Mirin. Give a look at about page and guidelines before interacting, thanks a lot! (L)

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STARTER CALL FOR MUTUALS.

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STARTER CALL FOR MUTUALS.

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@pocketsystem

  “Nah. Free refills on tea, not coffee.”

“Ah, not like I wanted it anyway” Beatrice hissed, throwing her paper cup into the nearest trash bin, “American coffee sucks. It tastes like dirty water. It is dirty water.”

“Oh, ehm--- what was your name again?”

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@leeurbaneverett

“Hey there, how can I help you?”

“U--uh?” Celeste blinked and turned to acknowledge the person behind her. Her head still felt a little heavy because of jet lag (flying all the way from Rome to US did have consequence) so that had to give her a stunned appearance.

“Help me? Oh, yes, thank you...” the Italian accent was thicker than usual, but she was too tired to pull a perfect American speech. She was so worn out she couldn’t even focus to perfectly distinguish his soul. Seemed bright enough from a first gaze. “I was searching for a place where to eat something.”

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starter call ???

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@pericolosabelladonna

Absolute murderous contempt was the only way one could describe the glare being given to Beatrice. Not only was she wasting her time but she was also purposely putting herself between Rhea and her work. Was there a memo that was given out to the Talon staff giving the green light to harass her? No? Then they needed to all fuck off.

“You answered your own damn question now move and get out. I’m not here to amuse you or befriend any of you and I don’t plan on doing either.”

Rhea was giving the other thirty seconds to remove herself from the table, forty-five from the room, before she kindly forces them out. Kindly being that they won’t be leaving as a corpse.

“Clock’s tickin’, doc.”

She wasn’t (technically...) a doc, but Beatrice assumed it was wasted time to explain it to her colleague. Moreover, there was no reason to give out useless pieces of personal information.

“No need to be this aggressive, Boom Lady” the Italian woman giggled, taking a chair that was left near to sit next to Rhea. “Just trying to set up some conversation. They say it makes team co-op fly rocket high but I guess it’s not your case, huh? You are a loner.” It did not sound nice out of Bice’s mouth.

“Anyways, bosses want me to help you out with next assault plan. ‘We need to be efficient, powerful and fast’, they say, and I am like... wow, really? So unexpected. Care to show me what you have done till now? Or maybe that’s immoral as well?”

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starter call ???

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starter call ???

[tallskinnyvanillalatte]

Alexis Castle in 7x21 In Plane Sight

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                          So gentle and virtuous she appears,                         My lady, when greeting other people                  That every tongue tremblingly grows silent,                         And eyes do not dare gaze upon her.

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tag dump!!!

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                          So gentle and virtuous she appears,                         My lady, when greeting other people                  That every tongue tremblingly grows silent,                         And eyes do not dare gaze upon her.

                                                     I - II - III

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“That was a nice beat. You truly are talented, froggy-boy.”

@breakiitdown || starter call.

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“Ah--- there’s no coffee refill? Mannaggia.”

@pocketsystem || starter call.

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“Do you think your morals make you better than people around here?” Beatrice simply said as she laid on the work table in Rhea’s office. The papers she had brought in had already been consigned to the ex-Blackwatch, still the red-haired woman was lingering there, thinking. “I mean... why?”

@pericolosabelladonna || starter call.