Anna stood at the dock, nervously tucking some stray hair behind her ear. She shuffled her feet, straightened her skirt and scanned the mouth of the fjord for any approaching ships. She didn’t know what ship she was looking for (the one she wanted to see was never coming home). But this one, the one carrying a fellow royal from a place called Narnia had given her something to look forward to for the first time in forever.
She’d tried to tell Elsa about their visitor, but like always, Elsa didn’t care. She just stayed locked in her room. And Anna was here by the dock, by herself, just like usual.
Anna sniffed, running her sleeve under her nose while she did. When she looked up, it was to see a large, elegantly carved ship sailing towards her.
Edmund hardly knew why he bothered. It had been years---years of gentle sophisticated mockery and subtle deflecting of his attempts to reach out. Admittedly, those attempts were probably quite gruff. Much as he loved Susan and enjoyed---or had enjoyed---her company, she had always been the sibling he lost patience with the most easily. She was even more so now.
So he took a deep breath before giving the operator Susan’s number, mentally repeating quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to become angry like a mantra.
This new country was certainly...refreshing.
The airs were laced with magical energy and it filled every fiber of the wizard's body with delight. How had the Enchancian's not noticed such a lovely land so close to it's shores? This place couldn't be more than a few days by ship from their own shores.
Unless it were masked much like home, that would explain quite a bit.
Cedric began to dust his robes off as he took a glipse over the castle in the distance. There was a familiar charm to it's architecture. Certainly, this was a place he needn't tuck his robes away and hide his identity. Wormwood wouldn't have any need to hide himself in the trees either - the bird perched upon the mage's shoulder preening quietly.
"Shall we go find ourselves some civilization, Wormy?"
The mission was simple enough. He had been ordered to break into the offices of a new tech company and steal their new designs. Clint didn’t know what the files were for and he didn’t care. The orders were from his handler Agent Phil Coulson, the man who had recruited him. When Coulson was involved with the mission, Clint didn’t find it necessary to ask too many questions. Coulson was an honest man, a good man and one of the few men that Clint trusted with every fiber of his being. Coulson had recruited him when he was twenty, and even though he had only known the man for four years, he already felt closer to him than he did his own father. Clint made all the necessary preparations, grabbed his bow, and made his way to the target.
The security aspects of this job were simple enough. Since it was still such a new company, there were no guards, just a fairly high-tech security system that would be easy enough to override with the right tools, which he had. After overriding the alarm system, he made his way quietly to the back entrance and picked the lock to enter the building. Once he was in, Clint listened to make sure he was alone and that he hadn’t tripped any alarms he might not have known about. After listening for a few seconds, Clint was satisfied with what he heard and made his way to the eighteenth floor. As he made his way up the stairs, Clint couldn't help but wonder why his missions always had him going up countless flights of stairs. Once he was on the right floor, Clint went from office to office looking for the right computer. That was the thing about intel, you never had enough. It wasn’t always as easy as the movies made it out to be. You didn’t always automatically know which computer it was you needed to search, and after six of the wrong computers he finally found the one he was looking for.
It only took a minute to boot up the computer and find the correct files. He inserted the thumb drive that Coulson had given him and quickly copied the files before looking to see if there was anything else of interest to take back to S.H.I.E.L.D. Deciding he had all the required information, Clint pocketed the thumb drive and shut the computer off. He made sure that the office looked the same as it had when he walked in and briefed Coulson on his status before turning to exit the room. Clint’s hand was in the processes of turning the office doorknob when he heard a noise from the hallway. He paused for a second and after a few moments of silence, Clint decided he must have been imagining things and opened the door. Something felt off, but Clint just brushed those feelings aside and continued down the hallway when the last thing he expected to happen, did.
yo where are my WDW AU peeps at?? it'd be rad to get some stuff going so anyone taking part in the event, please like this for a starter or message me to work out a plot!
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Name: Megan
Character: Susan Pevensie
Timezone: CST
RP Experience: 2+ years on tumblr, and then there’s… you know… Anakin and Ralph here. ;)
Anything else? I help run this joint. Not that I can think of.
Password: The Scare Floor
Para Sample:
With a stretch and a small yawn, Susan sat up and rubbed her head. It had been a week since her and her siblings had returned to London, and Susan was still having trouble sleeping. Each night was a different dream of some past part of a life she had in a distant land, and each morning, Susan woke up thinking she had some problem to solve in Narnia. Susan sighed. It always took a minute for her to register that she was back in London and no longer a queen. There was no problem for her to solve today with Peter, Lucy, or even Edmund.
Grabbing her robe, Susan wrapped herself up and made her way into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she said to her mother, father, and Peter who seemed to be the only ones up yet. Susan had noticed the sunrise out of the corner of her eye. It seemed that she and Peter had never been able to sleep past sunrise since their reign, and honestly, she was a bit surprised that her parents had not noticed the change this morning. “How are you feeling, father?” she asked picking up the newspaper on the dining table. He had just arrived home a few days before her and her siblings had, and Susan could not have been more grateful to have her family back together, despite how strange and separate their lives had all been recently. “I’ve been worse,” her father replied with a wink before looking back to his cooking.
Susan smiled at him before looking down to scan the headlines. Most of them were about the war that was still lingering, but there were the occasional articles that were about local events. “Strange to read about a war again,” Peter said quietly startling Susan as he handed her a cup of tea. “Indeed,” she agreed softly before taking a sip of the slightly bitter, morning drink. “It’s been so long since I’ve really thought about seeing one,” she sighed before setting the paper back down. “Do you ever wonder which war is real?” she asked Peter. Susan was one that would normally never admit that she wondered what the line between reality and fiction was, but Peter was the one person whom she knew would never question her logical thinking regardless of her curiosity.
