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[charliekxne-blog]

Charlie lazily made her way to the communal kitchen to make breakfast, just having woken up. It was a late day for her, an unusual occurrence. Usually she was up early, training, one of the perks on living in the headquarters was that she had access to everything, all the time. “Ouch, dammit,” she mumbled to herself, as she burned her fingertips. She moved to near the sink when she caught movement, “Shit, god, what the hell?” Charlie sputtered as she turned on her heel, facing the person who had entered, “Jeez, creeping much? When did you even walk in?”

[jewhiskey-blog]

“Yes, yes, I know, I haven’t slept in two days, I’ve had like three bottles of whiskey and I broke the coffee machine, but listen - listen - I did it. I have hacked into NASA. On my own. I - this - this is important, yes? Come on, come watch the space with me, it’s beautiful, it’s so beautiful.”

[ectxr-blog]

Verity pushed strands of her hair back behind her ear as she leaned over the table - she had commandeered what looked like a makeshift sitting room to finish up some of her designs. It was proving difficult - having to blend Kevlar and fireproof fabric was tricky enough, but given how thick the fabric was becoming it was even more difficult to make the design look inconspicuous. It’d be somewhat easier if it was suit or a jacket but a gown -  that was a challenge. But Verity was always up for a challenge. She glanced away from the design for just a moment, eyes scanning her other project. She was saving her favorite for last - the cuff-links and earrings that turn into grenades. It was by far some of her best work, in her mind. She smiled despite herself, though that twist of her lips evaporated when she heard someone knocking on the door. “Come in,” she called out, trying to keep her voice level. “Frightfully busy today, I’m afraid. Is whatever you need urgent?” She asked, setting her pencil down and looking at the newcomer.

[gwalchmeii-blog]

          “Yes, I was staring.”  Nadia leans on the counter. A finger absently traces the lines on her palm as she makes no effort to stop looking at her comrade. “Did you get a new suit? It looks good on you; makes you look quite stiff.“

[charliekxne-blog]

Charlie was perched in the lounge, furiously scribbling out a page in the small notebook she held. “Hey,” she snapped, a bit sharper than intended, “Valerie or do I look more like an Amber?” 

[charliekxne-blog]

Boredom. It was a dangerous state for Charlotte Kane, there wasn’t a soul alive who could predict what she would do. This evening it was just drinking, and a bit of privacy invasion. In the main operations room of Kingsman, every agent had a desk. It was one of the easiest ways to pass information, and also useful to have a seat for everyone in case another mass mission was called. She sat, leaned back, her feet thrown over the top of her fellow agents desk. A drink tumbler in one hand, the other was nearly elbow deep in one of the drawers. She was rummaging, on her third or so refill, whatever she had concocted easily inebriating her petite self. “What a piece of junk--” Charlie hiccuped, briefly looking at a object she found, before quickly dropping it back into the drawer. Taking a long gulp from her drink, she slammed the desk shut, moving to the other side when she looked up, “Oh hey there! Didn’t see you, sorry, this your desk?” Charlie grinned, the buzz she felt giving her a much more cherry attitude than usual, “I was just looking ‘round, you know, for funsies”

[ectxr-blog]

“I can’t tell if I find it hilarious or sad that some of the new recruits seem to think they’re the first person to ever make the Professor X joke. I thought we had higher standards than that.”

[ectxr-blog]

As much as Verity hated to be away from the comfort of her own home and cats, she did very much enjoy this assignment. Give her years with her family in Russia and then her years alone in France, she could slip in and out of personas as easy as she could breath. Lying and manipulation were two of her finest skills, though she rarely got to utilize them as a tech agent. This gave her an opportunity, even though it was frightfully inconvenient. “Do you think they’ll tell us who fucked up? Not that I’m complaining, of course - though with the funds that Kingsmen has, I’m surprised they can’t supply us all with more comfortable beds.”