#;thread: mistralsson

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(( @mistrals-son ))

-- “Hey Nora; can you do me a favor, and go scope out     that new speakeasy? You’re the most capable person     here. I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think that you     could do this.”

    Nora let out a breath as she looked at the building in     front of her; a frown on her face. She let out a breath before     adjusting the headband on her head and smiled softly.      “It’s now or never, Nora.”

    Armed with a smile, she stood straight and smiled as     she started towards the building. She was about to enter,     when a taller man stopped her. She looked at him, frowning.      “Do you need something?”

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(( @mistrals-son​ ))

-- Oh, how much he had gotten on her nerves. How much she     had disliked having to deal with him. With his smug face and     his teasing pickup lines he said to her. He was always trying     to throw her off whenever she found herself about to prevent     some crime from happening; he always just seemed to be...there.     Quicksilver; the so called famed; ‘mercenary’. 

    Hearing footsteps behind her tore Nora from her thoughts and     she sent a glare to the man behind her. “What do you want this     time? I’m in the middle of something, you know. I don’t have     time for you tonight.”