@gratimorti / starter call.
" do you have to leave such a mess every time we have to work together? "
illuso's voice comes out watery at first, like a distant echo behind the glass, before her face appears in a dozen little reflections in the broken vanity mirror that was the only truly reflective surface in the room. killing was messy work - she never fussed about that, not really - but grateful dead was very good at leaving quite the impression.
her hand dips out of the largest of the broken shards to snag an overturned perfume bottle, and then it withdraws again. their target had been a rival gangster with a habit of skimming night clubs from the edges of passione territory, and they had been sent to make an example of him and his handful of lackeys.
she sniffs at the bottle for a moment before she gives it a light spritz and then sets it back on the table.
" did the bathroom have a mirror i could climb through? this one's a little cramped. "
