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Go on. Hurt it.

#{martin}#{Amanda}

Taking control of your life is about changing yourself, not everything else.

Todd Brotzmann, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

#//something all of tumblr needs to see I think

drarialynn:

Aria was now confused, concerned and suddenly very afraid. How the hell did they know?? It wasn’t like she went around advertising and she’d had help learning to hide. The point was no one was supposed to know. No one else at least so how…

“How in the hell do you know.” She hissed, her hair shifted and eyes flowed briefly but it settled in the span of a blink, getting herself under control and looked around briefly once more.

She eyed the van again “I think it might be better if you two came inside.” She said, looking to the man and then the woman. Leader but she’d caught the wince, easy to sway and thus narrowed her eyes again “that’s not a suggestion.” She added and moved back to her door.

Amanda had survived and experienced alot in her life, between the pararibulitis and having chosen a group of psychic vampires as her family and ... well all the other shit that's been happening in the last few weeks, but she still thought that she should be cut some slack for backing up into Martin at the sudden flare of eyes.

Martin caught her with a hand on her shoulder that delivered a gentle, reassuring squeeze that turned into a protective pull back into the safety of his body at the sharp command.

"Inside?", Amanda asked, sceptical. Another glance back at the Van as she stubbed the toe of her combat boot into the ground. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess.", she agreed then and followed with Martin right on her heels like some sort of hipster sentinel. "Look, we're not the bad guys."

#drarialynn

mythblood

i broke young, you can see it in my eyes. you can tell by the way i carry myself that i grew up too fast.

#{musings tag}

drarialynn:

Drummer? What? Was that a nickname? Was the girl a drummer or something?

No focus, there was more here.

Girl looked uncomfortable, nervous, like she wasn’t use to people much. Punk man was confident but on edge. And no boss.. so not new agents then. Also ruled out any of the other agencies she cooperated with.

Both glanced to the street and she only knew because she was watching, so she looked too. Mrs Arnel and her dog, morning commuters…weird van out of a kidnapping movie. Yea okay she could see how that might make them nervous now.

“What people.” She demanded firmly, eyes narrowing “who are you, why should I trust you, and who do you think is after me?”

The look she was suddenly confronted with reminded Amanda of her math teacher in high school and she had a hard time not to cower. Instead, she pulled her hands from her pockets to tug on one of the bracelets she was wearing.

Questions. Questions were cool. They were all questions she had answers to.

But first: "You got some weird thing, right? Like … you can do something. Something others can't, yeah?", Amanda asked, hushed and hurried. "We're like you. Sort of. I mean, probably not exactly like you, but we can do things. And there are some people who wanna put people like us away. They call themselves Blackwing. We're here to warn you."

#drarialynn

uservik

nocontextdirkgently

#{amanda}#{vogel}#//vogel has the emotional maturity of a six year old #//the amount of damage Blackwing has done to the boys is ridiculous

@spencerneverdies

"London!", Amanda gasped, jerking out of the vision and very nearly knocking her head into Cross' as he leaned over her in the cramped space.

"London?", Gripps echoed from behind her, shuffling to sit more comfortably now that she wasn't using his lap as a makeshift pillow.

"Where's that?", Vogel joined in and crept a little closer.

"England.", Amanda replied, still dazed. With a groan, she rubbed at her brow, right above her right eye where a headache was announcing itself via the feeling of a hot poker being shoved through her eyesocket.

"Drink!", Beast announced in her gruff voice and a sloshing water bottle, graffitied with a certain part of the male anatomy near the opening in black marker, appeared in Amanda's limited vision. Vogel scooched even closer, nearly climbing over her outstretched legs as she scrunched up her face against the growing pain.

"You want us t'…?", Gripps offered, vision temporarily forgotten in the face of that tasty little bit of pain.

Amanda nodded.

The rush of her boys feeding always left her pleasantly dizzy. A weird sort of high that had no hangover and even though this was minor when compared to an attack, the feeling of the pain leaving her made her sigh. Some of the tension from the vision leeched right out with it and she shuffled around to lean back against Gripps before finally taking a drink from the water bottle.

"So…", Martin drawled finally, turning around on the driver's seat and throwing his arms around the headrest. "England.", it wasn't a question.

Again, Vogel repeated his question: "Where's that?"

"Uh ….", Cross made and scratched the back of his neck. "I'nt that like … not in America?"

"Is that in Canada?", Vogel continued and pulled a face.

"Canada gross!", Beast chimed in with a sage nod. She had never been to Canada.

"No, England is … England is in Europe.", Amanda said then, looking up at Martin hovering above her.

"Your call, Drummer-girl.", he replied to her unspoken question while the rest of the Three speculated if Europe was in South America or in 'Ew, boring!'-Oregon or somewhere else entirely.

"Europe is on the other side of the world.", Gripps explained finally, after he had extricated himself from behind Amanda and wrestled Vogel into a headlock. The scuffle ended rather suddenly at that and all four pairs of eyes landed on Amanda. Beast still had her teeth clamped firmly on Cross' shoulder and Gripps had his fist planted on Vogel's head.

"Yeah, yeah, Europe is uh … Europe is across … across the pacific.", Amanda explained, which caused a "I TOLD YOU!", from Cross, who kicked at Gripps, who proceeded to noogie Vogel.

Another scuffle ensued, until Beast suddenly pulled away with a thoughtful expression. "… big water … no swim … boat?", she grumbled in her half-intelligible garble, glasses knocked askew and headband clinging on for dear life to her head.

The question made Amanda grin. "No, no we do not need a boat.", she said and dove for her pack of things. With a triumphant smile, she pulled out the wand. "I can get us there."

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"I don't like it.", Vogel proclaimed and scrunched up his face. They were standing in front of a shop in a tidy street in the middle of London with high brick buildings growing up all around them. "That looks stupid!"

What he meant were the three outfits neatly presented on mannequins behind the large display window in front of them.

"'s dumb.", Cross agreed and produced a baseball bat from somewhere behind him. "Let's …"

Martin caught him by the scruff as he took the first step towards the store. "Not unless Drummer says so.", he grumbled and pulled his friend back towards him.

Amanda on the other hand was standing at the curb, her toes curling downwards in her combat boots to anchor her there. Her vision flashed in front of her eyes. A King with an elaborate crown seated at a large table with knights in shining armour all around him and inlaid in the table a large, sideways K in a circle.

The same symbol that was emblazoned in gold on the shop's window with the word Kingsman right below it.

"We're at the right place.", she said. “Now we just need to find our Sir Lancelot.”

#spencerneverdies

drarialynn:

Aria had watched the sunrise with her tea, another night where sleep eluded her but it had been productive so it wasn’t a total loss. Shower, tea, some toast and jam and then dressed. Though the dressed part took a bit longer as she decided which to wear. Deciding on the teal with the pencil skirt and the brighter shade heels.

It felt like a teal sort of day.

Though she was questioning that thought now that she was looking at the two…punks? Hipsters?…in front of her.

Well. She was actually staring mostly at the man because something ticked at her, made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and she couldn’t figure it out. Which was stupid because clearly the woman was in charge here. Amanda she said.

Aria blinked and finally focused back on the woman after two silent minutes. “Well…considering who I work for you’ll forgive me if I’m not exactly surprised.” She said calmly.

Life in danger, yes, thank you and water is wet.

She changed a glance behind the pair, maybe they were new? She didn’t think Alec or James were on mission yet but maybe it was a test for these two. She hated being a test.

“Did Eve send you or Bill?”

Amanda shifted from her left foot to her right and rubbed a suddenly itchy knuckle against the seam of her jeans. She could feel Martin behind her, hovering so close she could feel his folded arms brush her shoulder as she moved.

It wasn't like she had a lot of experience with telling people they were potential targets for a secret military organisation that wanted to imprison and experiment on them, but she was pretty certain that a blank look and silence wasn't usually the reaction one should expect. But hey, she wasn't going to make any judgements.

Instead, she just waited, pushing her hands into her jacket pockets.

"Uh …", she made when the doctor finally spoke. Martin just grunted and shrugged his shoulders in response to the dismissive answer, but his nostrils flared and when his shoulders came back down they did to with a distinctive roll that seemed to pull him up taller. "No.", Amanda said finally. "We're here … ", fuck, maybe she should have prepared that speech better.

The last two times they had done this both hadn't really required any explanation since one of them they had actually busted their target out of Blackwing's grasps and for the other one Blackwing had proven some really movie worthy timing and shown up the second Amanda had rung the doorbell. This time, they were nowhere to be seen.

"Wha' Drummer's tryin' t' say is, we ain't got no boss to tell us where t' go.", Martin rumbled from behind her and Amanda could feel the edge to his voice. She glanced over her shoulder, past his bulk. The street was empty save for some cars, all with the stupid wrong sided steering and UK plates, an older lady walking a dog that looked more arthritic than she was and, a little further down The Van. The beat up vehicle with it's graffiti looked out of place in the neat, postcard kind of neighbourhood.

Amanda looked up at Martin with a question in her eyes that she hoped he understood in that stupid empath way all of the Three had.

He returned her look steadily and stoically, just for a second. Then he flicked his eyes towards the Van. Then he returned his attention to the psychiatrist. "We ain't here on anyone's dime. But you might be in trouble with the wrong people.", he continued.

#drarialynn