Uneasy for Tonight
who: Zaya & Amar @mincedoaths where:the floors at the gala. when: Early Hours of the Night
Be social for the night, her PR team said. It will be easy, her PR team said. Talk to other Agents, make sure to look scalable and approachable. Fuck, why her. Why did all this schmoozing come along with being a Level I. Couldn't being the fucking best, be enough? Clearly not. Agent Flare looked up at the time, each moment she could. Minutes felt like hours. Hours like a fucking lifetime. Was anyone else feeling like this? Okay it was a given for most Level I Agents apart from some of those that seemed to eat events like this up. The Agents who were built for PR. The ones who had seemingly strong ass powers that the camera could love. Yet her thoughts on other Level Ones, did not really matter for the moment. Though she'd have a whole lot to say.
Agent Flare, realigned herself for the mission at hand. Scan the crowd. Lock target. Engage in conversation. Damn well hope it made time move somewhat quicker. Where was someone who could speed the night along with their powers. Not that she ever dream of fucking up timelines and all that Sci-Fi shit. Focus Zaya she tells herself as she begins to scan the crowd
Target locked and acquired. Agent Phoenix. If anyone was having a miserable time like she was. He certainly was. Just in a different font. Maybe it could be entertaining. Not like in a twisted way, more so to keep the clock ticking. The two of them did not get on. It was clear with each encounter when their paths crossed. She made an effort not too. Distance was better for them. More civil. Holding a conversation was going to be interesting.
Agent Phoenix had been easy to spot in the crowd: firstly, the red, so strange how many agents had adorned to the color red due to power or name symbolism, her not being excluded from that factor. Second, the design of the mask was not really concealing shit. His brown eyes, easy to recognize. Now Agent Flare was not one much for fashion, if she could kick ass in it, she'd wear it. As for Agent Phoenix outfit, it was more out there then some of the other Agents. Trousers literally being held together by threads...how unique?
With her glass at hand, she pushes through the crowd closer to Agent Phoenix. Initiating conversation. "Bold outfit choice there, Agent Phoenix." Agent Flare begins,"Don't take it as a compliment, though. Red is a bold choice, almost as if a warning sign. Along with the rest of your look." Okay seeing the look up close. She was a little jealous. Red did suit him. Maybe better than it did her. Still she was not going to be the one to give.