Oracle.

Lyla. 23. "Oracle of Kingsman. Speak if you deign to hear truth." [tech specialist and handler] “You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt

[queen-miso]

*screams internally*

[spxlyla]

Here I am logging in just to grab something, and now I’m back to sulking cause I miss Espion. ; n ;

[spxlyla]

HECK YES!!!! I FINALLY RECOVERED LYLA’S ACCOUNT!

I had used a very old email for Lyla, so I was locked out cause tumblr forced me to change the pw but I couldn’t even access her email for the longest time. BUT NOW I DID IT...

I’m still trying to recover Sera’s account tho... orz I just don’t remember which email I used for hers...

[balifor]

[spxlyla]

Hey there, Mickey Mouse

OPEN STARTER

It’s been a while since she had returned to work, and gradually, she was back on top of her game. Yet her inner turbulence, despite dropping down to more manageable levels, nonetheless still fuelled her fear that she was not putting in as much effort as she should be. And so despite practically living inside the underground base, she still continued to over compensate.

But of course, that comes with its own fair share of physical strains. She felt weak, and the headaches were a constant condition nowadays, along with keyboard impressions on her cheek when her head simply plopped down every time she crashed. And so, even though she preferred to avoid coffee to help her control her nerves, she couldn’t care less anymore and was ready to down a gallon of it.

And so, there she was back again in the break room, prepping the-she-lost-count-th pot of coffee that day, and unaware of someone’s presence, she continued the conversation she started with herself back in her lab, giggling every now and then, even throwing her head back as she laughed heartily, then pausing, staring at nothing specific for a few moments before she shook her head in defeat.

“Look at  you, Lyla... you’re gonna be put in an asylum... you’ve so lost your mind...”

[spxlyla]

Fighting Intimidation. || Open

[spxkyuhyun-blog]

kyuhyun nods, preferring to look away as lyla gets herself back into sorts. he nods his head towards the direction of the exit and leads sera along, his hands clasped behind his back as he walks.

“i know this great cafe down the road, it’s about a block away and has the best chocolate cake in the world” kyuhyun says to fill the silence as the exit the building and into the chilling air of seoul.

he mainly goes to the cafe because of a certain barista but what no one knows won’t kill him and he indulges himself once a while, well more like every morning but at this point in mid day, there wouldn’t be anyone of the morning regulars hanging around and it wouldn’t be nice for his routine to seem broken because he was consoling a crying girl. god he had a reputation to protect.

“they also make killer coffee”

[spxlyla]

It was easier to stretch a more genuine smile now, she nodded, treading on by his side, (and feeling a tad too tiny next to him, sans her heels.) “Chocolate cake and coffee would be great.” 

She paused for a moment, and then compelled by her natural affinity to blabbing, and fuelled by her anxiety, (silence would only leave her alone with her demons), she went on, “did you know that chocolate is a natural anti-depressant? Of course they say it’s dark chocolate, the less sweet kind that makes you wanna scrub your tongue after cause the taste lasts so long if you eat nothing along with it and all.. but seriously anyway that’s so wrong! They ever heard of comfort foods? well your typical sweet chocolate could then fulfill two roles, one to satisfy your craving and the other giving you a dose of endorphins or whatever the name of the happy hormone is”

Mindless chatter, she went on at a high speed, interrupted only by her dwindling sniffles, and occasionally wiping her nose with a tissue.

If Kyuhyun was hoping for a silent, relaxing break, he might’ve just picked the worst partner for it.

[spxlyla]

Tracker. [022816]

Awaiting:

@spxsuho [ Moving Forward]

@spxkyuhyun [ Fighting Intimidation ]

@spxjinhee [Out of Commission ]

Plotting:

@jiminspx

@leesungyeolspx

@kimheechulspx

@jinyoungspx

@spxmurklass

@spxsoohyuk

You? [ please come at me, I’m desperate for threads! ;; ]

To-Do:

Answering meme questions

[spxjinhee]

out of commission,

[spxlyla]

spxjinhee:

“god, what–” oh she beat her to it. a laugh bubbles from her throat, “man, i was about to ask you the same thing.” jinhee eyes the granola bar in lyla’s fingers, and then flicks her focus back at her colleague’s face. “if i wouldn’t die from sitting on my ass, typing code all day and night, i would definitely die from eating just a breakfast bar at this time.”

she takes it upon herself to settle herself down onto the same couch, bringing her feet up to cross her legs. she smiles. “i don’t really know what i’m doing – guess i’ve got extra energy from playing trapped baby here in HQ.” she chooses to omit how creepy she could’ve been perceived just wandering around at night. the thought hangs in the air, but is waved away by her hands in an exaggerated stretch of her arms. “do you wanna go out? have some real food?” and it’s then where jinhee moves from her place, toward lyla, slowly taking the snack from her hands, freely taking a bite to claim it. she speaks, mouth half full. “you need it.”

Lyla simply shrugged in response to Jinhee’s question, a soft smile remaining on her lips as the latter’s warm demeanour eased her own anxiety of interacting with her coworkers considerably. “It has lots of chocolate though.. and handmade!” She took another bite off of her bar and continued to chew.

“Oh... which Mother Gothel is trapping you here now? What did you do?” 

She watched Jinhee take her snack from her fingers and eat in on it with agar, and frankly quite surprised lips, “but...” she protested with her facial features, “I was eating that!” She pouted, though suppressed a smile as the obnoxiousness of the other female felt strangely relieving; (she thought it a very odd thing to do, but that was perfect, as she herself was quite peculiar in her own way., and it sometimes made her self-conscious.)

Grabbing some real food sounded like a great idea, and she almost agreed thoughtlessly before the realization of the hour dawned upon her, and she hesitated, fuelled by a post-traumatic fear of being outside at night. “I’m not against something delicious, but maybe we can just order online and have it delivered?”

[spxsera]

Obligatory Semi-Hiatus

Hello everyone!

This is just to say that I’m putting both my girls (Sera and Lyla) on a semi-hiatus (and perhaps even a full one) as the Internet in my dorm has been absolutely terrible for days, but today it just reached another level and it’s driving me crazy. OTL

So until then, my activity will be quite limited as I wanna save my phone’s data for later. :(

Thank you and happy rping!

[spxlyla]

Hello everyone! I hope you’re all surviving the winter better than I am. ; u ; I know I’ve been kinda slow, (mainly due to being sick + having midterms), but I’ll try my best to get to things asap.(including the questions! which btw, each person that reblogged should have received an ask from either Lyla or Sera depending on which account I was on at the time.)

That being said, I would really like to pick up some more plots/threads for both my girls, so if you could please like this post, I will come straight to you and we can plot!

They each have a plots’ page too: ( Sera + Lyla ), so feel free to check them out.

Aaaaand, happy rping!

[espionkrp]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MEME

Greetings, Espion! We thought it was about time for another meme! This time the focus is on character development! Send a number to your fellow members and answer some questions you receive about your muse you may not have thought about before! Reblog this post to let people know you’re keen to do this, and remember to send as many numbers as you receive; don’t leave people out! Prompt ideas credited to apeacebone.

Keep reading

[wnq-music]

Fear is like a fake friend – it warms you up and takes you in. You mouth the words but no sound comes out.

Foster the People, “Warrant”, Torches  (via wnq-music)

[spxjinhee]

out of commission,

hiatus from missions mean being stuck back at base. and while it may not necessarily be a bad thing, after all it’s ensuring her safety and recovery, jinhee was also a soul who would be struck by boredom if she stayed in the same environment for more than just five minutes. and would go to say is also a soul that would rather be injured than idle.

in reality, she does have paperwork to do… but let’s just say it doesn’t exist as long as she’s not looking at it. thus, she is everywhere it is not, opting to socialise (see: annoy) with her busy coworkers and witness the myriad of responsibilities they go through each day.

“long time no see!” she chimes, prancing up to her next victim with glee, tidy ponytail swishing from side to side with each step. “whatcha up to?”

[spxlyla]

After her mental breakdown, and upon her return from her unannounced disappearance, she’d been over-compensating, practically living at the agency’s underground HQ, and only leaving to grab a fresh set of clothes, and shower. She was still suffering from her helpless anxiety, and fear of re-approaching her colleagues with the same energy and liveliness, and so, most of her time was spent facing her screens, (and her collection of plushies and toys when she needed a break.)

But she was finally fed up, she needed a change of sight when she decided to take a short snack break, and it was an ungodly hour to begin with, so she didn’t expect to run into many, if anyone at all. And so she plopped down on one of the couches in the shared space, and with closed lids, quietly munched on a granola bar. She was finally realizing just how achey she felt, when the sudden chiming startled her, and her eyes snapped open.

“Hi!” She imitated the peppiness without much thought, though her voice came out rather raspy from having not spoken for God knows how long. She smiled softly and shrugged, “giving my eyes a break, I’m starting to see codes whenever I close my eyes, you know? They’re too bright!”

She chuckled. Being gone so long herself, she didn’t have a clue about the other’s situation, “what about you? What’re you doing here so late?”

[spxlyla]

Fighting Intimidation. || Open

[spxkyuhyun-blog]

right at this moment kyuhyun is even more worried and afraid. he doesn’t know what to do at this moment in time. crying is one thing and hysteria is a whole new ball park. 

the girl in front of him is someone he kinda knows he can’t really remember her name but it’s there somewhere in the recesses of his mind. they’re in the same department, that much he knows for sure.

kyuhyun moves forward, hands on the girl’s shoulder. “lyla-sshi right? calm down. coffee is good yes, it is also some other’s liquid courage and i think you need more tea than coffee now” 

he wipes away her tears reflexively, her skin soft under his touch. “stop with the tears yeah? how about you buy the coffee and i buy the cake? will that work for you” kyuhyun says with a soft reassuring smile at the younger agent.

[spxlyla]

If she were to be frank, she’d say that the last thing she expected upon her return is someone’s kindness. It left her rather speechless, her who can talk for hours upon hours without a pause. And so she couldn’t help but nod, (though unable to stop the flow down her cheeks, she carefully wipes her lower lids with her sleeves as to not ruin her mascara further).

Besides, his idea of getting out (and away) from the workplace seemed like an excellent idea at the moment, as she really didn’t think it would look alright for her to walk into the department red-eyed. And so she attempted a soft smile, sniffling as she nodded, “tea and coffee and cake sound great right now...” 

She wiped her sweaty palms onto her pastel mint jeans, and proceeded to fumble with her fingers.

[spxlyla]

Moving Forward.

@spxsuho

She wasn’t sure if acting like nothing happened would actually make it so it really was as if nothing happened, but she did it anyway. Blocking was the only thing that could possibly prevent her from another breakdown, and she needed so desperately to stay as collected as possible; to prove that she was still an asset to the team, and not an expendable liability. And somehow, sitting behind her desk, tapping obsessively at the keys of her keyboard, she was finally calm, serene; she was in her element, and she was back to being mozart rather than the impaired, handicapped, scaredy-cat she was not so long ago.

But then she heard her name, recognizing the addresser as none other than Lancelot. She owed him a thank you, in fact, she might have even owed him her life for saving her during the masquerade, for snapping her out of the trance she had fallen into that would have undoubtedly cost her gravely. She couldn’t remember if she had thanked him during the 2 weeks prior to her sudden falling out of action, but she had a feeling he wasn’t there to ask for gratitude.

Anxiety bubbled in her chest as she hesitantly responded, “yes?” She could swear she could predict what was coming next; the reprimands she was so dreadful of. (Of course, she had no idea Jonghyun explained her situation at HQ, hence their tolerance.)

[spxlyla]

Fighting Intimidation. || Open

[spxlyla]

spxkyuhyun:

usually he would be at his office right now but pressing matters at headquarters had called him back. he’d just finished discussing matters with another agent regarding weaponry and intended to head for food. he glances at his watch as he rounds a corner and crashes right into another person the minute he wasn’t looking right in front of him.

“i’m sorry” he apologizes immediately, bending over to help the woman up. she’s dressed very nicely but not like most of the other in HQ. and then he’s drawn to her tear filled eyes.

on any normal day kyuhyun would have apologized and walked away from making a woman cry but the girl in front of him seems so broken and unguarded, like a kicked kitten and he can’t help what leaves his mouth next.

“if you’re not busy, i’ll buy you coffee as an apology for knocking you over” immediately kyuhyun already feels foolish, bringing his hand to rub absently at his nape looking somewhat sheepish.

Anxiety is much like a drug that distorts your mind in the most unpredictable ways, and right then, she was overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry it’s my fault I wasn’t looking where I was going I-I should’ve looked but I didn’t and it’s my fault I’m sorry” She muttered at a rapid speed.

Sweaty palms grasped onto the taller male’s arm as he helped her up, and it took every bit of her to glance up enough to register who he was. Cho Kyuhyun. She had seen him around the labs, barely interacted with him though. But the simple fact that they shared the same department amplified her anxiety to an insane degree. What sort of rumours went around during her month of unannounced absence? It was ridiculous to fear being hated by her colleagues, as in the end, they were simply sharing the same job. But Lyla being Lyla, she simply wanted to be accepted by everyone she met.

Her lips quivered as she stumbled to deliver a response, tears sliding down her cheeks, and she wiped them away with trembling fingers. An ashamed chuckle escaped her lips, she couldn’t believe he would offer her a coffee when she was absolutely certain she had tainted her image in the eyes of every single one of her coworkers.

“Buy me a coffee? I should buy you a coffee I’m the one that showed up out of nowhere so really if anyone should be buying anyone anything it should be me but you know coffee is bad for you or no not really but caffeine is bad when your nerves are so wired up I think I should just not drink coffee but I probably should drink me some liquid courage why didn’t I do that before coming in today oh right because you can’t really work while intoxicated and and...” Her speech was naturally fast, but with the amount of anxiety brewing within her, she might’ve just forgot what it meant to breathe while talking.

More silent tears slid down her cheeks, and once more, she wiped them away, exerting the same embarrassed laugh as she quieted down, “I’m sorry... I should stop talking...”

[fiddl]