𝙽𝙾 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴. 𝙽𝙾 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴. [ 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴. ] UNAFFILIATED ASSASSIN OC HIRED BY BREN.

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𝙽𝙾 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴. 𝙽𝙾 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴. [ 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴. ] UNAFFILIATED ASSASSIN OC HIRED BY BREN.
THE MUMMY (1999);
send one for my muse's reaction!
“You’re with me on this one, right?” “Your strength gives me strength.” “Hey! Don’t you close that door!“ “Oh, look at this! Sons of the pharaohs! Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts! Anything but you! Compared to you, the other plagues were a joy!” “My girl, when Ramses destroyed Syria, that was an accident. You… are a catastrophe!” “Why do I put up with you?“ “Have you no respect for the dead?” “Ha! [NAME], please, I’m really not in the mood for you.” “I have just the thing to cheer you up.” “Oh, no, [NAME], not another worthless trinket. If I have to take one more piece of junk to the curator to try and sell for you– Where did you get this?“ “I lie to everybody. What makes you so special?” “Could you tell me how to get there? I mean, the exact location.“ “Oh, I’m so sorry. Now we must watch him strangle to death.” “Well, personally I think he’s filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit.“ “Can you look me in the eye and guarantee me this isn’t some kind of a flimflam? Because if it is, I am warning you–“ “You’re warning me?“ “Oh, no. What are you doing here?” “I only gamble with my life, never my money.” “The only thing that scares me, [NAME], are your manners.” “Still angry about that kiss, huh?“ “Angry about that kiss? Well, if you call that a kiss.“ “Did I miss something? Are we– Are we going into battle?” “Um… by the way… why did you kiss me?“ “I was about to be hanged. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” “My good friend, you’re alive! I was so very, very worried.” “You always did have more balls than brains.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, girl, it wasn’t that good of a kiss, anyway.” “Relax. I’m the map. It’s all up here.” “We’ve lost everything! All of our tools, all the equipment!” “Never did like camels. Filthy buggers. They smell, they bite, they spit. Disgusting.” “I think they’re adorable.“ “So, uh, what are these old mirrors for?” “Uh, here, this is for, uh, you.” “If I don’t make it out of here, don’t put me down for mummification.” “You don’t believe in curses?“ “I believe if I can see it and I can touch it, it’s real. That’s what I believe.” “Hey, tough stuff, try a right hook. Ball up your fist and put it– put it up like that. And then mean it. Hit it right here.“ “Okay, it’s time for another drink.” “Uh-huh. And unlike him, [miss/mister]… you, I just don’t get.“ “Ah. I know. You’re wondering… what is a place like me doing in a girl like this.” “Look, I– I may not be an explorer, or an adventurer, or a treasure seeker, or a gunfighter, but I am proud of what I am.” “I… am a [profession/being]. And I am going to kiss you… [NAME].” “Oh, I’ve dreamt about this since I was a little girl.” “That’s called stealing, you know.” “According to you it’s called borrowing.“ “It’s just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.” “Damn it! It’s a trap door. There’s gotta be a switch or something around here someplace.” “Come on. Let’s get out of here. Whoa!” “I thought you said you didn't believe in that fairy tales and hokum stuff.” “[NAME], I appreciate you saving my life and all, but when I signed on… I agreed to take you out there and to bring you back. I have done that. End of job. End of story. Contract terminated.” “That’s all I am to you? A contract?“ “You can either tag along with me or you can stay here… and try and save the world! What’s it gonna be?” “Yes, that is very romantic, but what has it got to do with me?” “You can’t leave me behind like some old carpetbag.“ “Coward that you are! [NAME], you are not leaving me in here!” “What friend? You are my only friend.” “I’m goin’ downstairs, get me a drink. You want somethin’?” “Patience is a virtue.“ “Come with me, my princess. It is time to make you mine for all eternity.” “You better think of something fast, because if I’m turned into a mummy you’re the first one I’m coming after.” “Do something! Do something! Not that! Not that!” “Well, I guess we go home empty-handed… again.” “How ‘bout you, darling? Would you like a little kissy-wissy?”
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// : deathtake.
She tripped over the body in her fancy little heels as she entered, nearly falling face first into the blood covered tiles. Luckily, she caught her footing. Instead, she just looked half of a fool instead of a whole one. Then she was greeted not very kindly as he pointed out her failure. ❝ Well, there was this puppy… ❞ she tried to explain her reason for being so late. If she hadn’t stopped to pet the adorable dog she would have gotten here first. She looked down at her shoes, sleek material covered in blood and a heavy sigh escaped her. This really wasn’t her day. She walked past the other assassin to go to the fridge, hopeing to find something interesting to take with her as a consolation prize.
❝ Wow, this guy has nothing but sparkling water in his fridge and carrots. Gross. ❞
There was a certain level of camaraderie that he kept with a few colleagues. It was rare, hardly ever came by, but it made the job much easier when it did. She was one of the select few that would not attempt to finish him off when he beat her to a target, and for that he is more concerned with her excuse than where her hands are at. ❛ A puppy? ❜ Questions Zorro, unimpressed by the whole ordeal. Shaking his head, he lets her walk by as he produces a handkerchief and wipes the blood off his blade. ❛ He was probably on a diet. ❜ Without taking his eyes off the weapon, he warns. ❛ Mind the blood. I don't want you leaving any tracks around. ❜ Finally, he sheathes the knife and looks her way. ❛ You got another job tonight or do you wanna get a drink? ❜
// : agentinred.
“Javier Bardem wishes.” Where before there had been the semblance of a frown on her lips as she perused a colorful exhibition catalog, the sound of his voice changes her entire demeanor. It is as if the sun itself has parted the umbrella that she has found shade under in this quaint corner of a small cafe patio. All at once, she gets up from from her seat on the patio of the small cafe as she leans in to greet him ( a peck on each cheek), barely containing a laugh at his excuse. “No, matter. At least the confusion with Bardem can be taken as a compliment, he does have good features.” and there’s a teasing smile as her eyes meet his, pulling him towards the table. “I had ordered a café for you, but I was forced to drink it since you weren’t showing up. Almost thought you’d forgotten.”
The dark cloud looming above him doesn't hang around for too long; all it takes is but a moment in her presence for the burden on his shoulders to lighten. Weighted features follow suit, assuming a softer disposition altogether as he reaches for her waist when they greet each other, kissing each of her cheeks in return. ❛ Too good, apparently. ❜ A tinge of humour can be heard on his tone, despite the quirking up of an unhappy eyebrow. ❛ It's ridiculous how many times I've been mistaken by him. It's honestly the last thing I thought would get in the way of my work. ❜ Obliging to her cues –– as he often did –– the man takes the seat across from her. ❛ I'd never forget about you. ❜ A smirk pulls at his lips. ❛ We'll put this one on Javier Bardem's tab. The next round is on mine. ❜
❛ okay, fine ––– ❜ his tone is rather defeated, lips pursed as he holds on to the blade around his hand. an army issued knife. effective enough on its own, but facing tough competition here. ❛ yours is bigger than mine. ❜
// I.D : @sailocke // TARGET : starter.
tags: disguises. each will pertain to a different disguise/persona zorro is taking on. there's more about them in my carrd.
❛ it's standard procedure, sir. ❜ stoic as ever, the bodyguard joins his hands behind his back and stares at the man behind the dark lenses of his mirrored glasses. ❛ i'm afraid all personnel must follow it. ❜
// I.D : @newsworth // TARGET : starter.
if she was still talking, he was unaware of it. his attention was divided between scanning the perimeter and accidentally stumbling upon a particularly flattering spot along the street. ❛ the light here's good, no? ❜ the man mutters to himself, bringing their walk to a stop as he reaches for his phone. ❛ i need you to do me a favour: take a picture of me. ❜ never too trusting, he frames the photo he wants exactly and shows her the screen. ❛ this is what i want you to get, see? i should occupy a third of the photo ––– well, you'll figure it out. ❜ thus, he walks into the frame easily falls into an instagram worthy pose. ❛ make sure i'm in focus. ❜
// I.D : @wtrss // TARGET : starter.
❛ my client is very interested in the piece. word on the streets is that you know who's got it and where i can find them. ❜ the faux dealer claims, his voice carrying an italian lilt to it. ❛ i'd be happy to make you a deal for the name, dottore. ❜
// I.D : @archeologiist. // TARGET : starter.
❛ i thought you were supposed to be good. i need that schedule. what's taking so long? ❜
// I.D : @deepwcb. // TARGET : starter.
❛ now would be a good time to share what the fuck that was. ❜
// I.D : @savieur // TARGET : starter.
❛ i'm not your guy, but if you promise to piss off ––– ❜ the pause is punctuated by his sipping at a cup of coffee. ❛ i can point you to him. think of it as professional courtesy and whatnot. even if you did jump the wagon. ❜
// I.D : @alleyspat. // TARGET : starter.
❛ sorry i'm late. ❜ he says, more disgruntled than regretful. ❛ a couple of middle aged women wouldn't leave me alone. they wanted to take a picture; said they loved me on eat pray love. ❜
// I.D : @agentinred. // TARGET : starter.
starter call. like for a thing! might hit you up for plotting.
i added a disguises page on my carrd which i'm rly excited about
// : perdurant.
she’ll blink at him , before averting her gaze back to the book that rest upon her lap . perhaps Laura might have been a little more polite to their host , but there did beg the question of how ? the least one could hope for from a hotel suite was the smallest semblance of privacy . ❛ i’ll be sure to remember that , ❜ she muttered , giving a wave of her hand . shame renders her dismissive ; such is her way of self - preservation . ❛ i hope you don’t expect me to tip you . ❜
worrying himself with the fixing of the door, diego averts his gaze to where the screws should go in. he pays special attention to the space he's occupying, making sure that his form is blocking the doorframe entirely and impeding her from leaving. anything to be more of a nuisance. ❛ i don't need tips. ❜ he notes, sparing her a brief glance. ❛ last i checked, my sales were way better than yous. ❜ cue to a smirk before he drills into the frame.