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[purple-assistant]

((OOC; Laura doodlings, missing my bamboo tablet))

[transylvanianturncoat]

Rainy Monday

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs? - purple-assistant

Reynard was used to the rain, almost more so than he was used to sun. From Europe to Thunder Mountain, it was probably only genes that kept his skin the light tan it was. Wrapped in a trench coat and scarf to help further shut the weather out, he walked at a brisk pace, making his way back to the main base in a way almost automatic to him. So automatic, in fact, he had nearly missed the young assistant's plight. 

Nearly.

At first he had only slowed a little, the purple a natural cue to him to hurry along. Once he happened to glance to her face, however windswept and bitter she looked, he couldn't help a faint twinge of amusement. The Spy had never had any particular problems with Laura to speak of, finding her polite enough company and handy for answering Administrative questions without having to go through Her to do so. 

Almost silent by approach, he paused just behind her, umbrella tilted to allow her at least some shelter from the icy rain.

"Long afternoon, Doamna Patrics?" Though he tried to leave the entertainment from his voice with the respectful title, it was doubtful it worked entirely. 

[purple-assistant]

"Oh of course I spend all hours of the day assisting my boss and  any mercenary that throws their problems at me- I almost never have time to myself and what? Nobody can even lend me a hand in finding a dog? Typical day, typical life- typical treatment an as usual no consideration no-" she ranted on, muttering under her breath hotly.

[purple-assistant]

Laura doodles

[purple-assistant]

Sobs over not having tablet while drawing Laura in her old spy uniform. Red Kiss

Sorry about scrappy quality))

[brutally-wicked-blog]

Since a few anon's are curious

"There are a couple a people oi don't want any of ya sexual crazed mates of mine ta go near. ever. An since ya Grey faces are bein all picky and askin, here's a short list."

spitfire-pyro

Chick named Ivis, known her for a loooong time. Used ta be active with her till her piece o' shit husband stepped in the way. Anyone ever tries ta fuck with her they're dead. [[Dan, dispide being in denial had fallen in love with Ivis and still has lingering feelings for her. He's still looking for that second chance to swoop in and add her to his group of lovers.]]

cferussupport

Ya see a brutal scout by the name o' Lulu. Do. Not. touch. Ya know wot don't even flirt. she wont let ya near her anyways so best not ta try anyways.

[[she's Dan's current love interest and if things actually hit off with them there is a good chance Dan would be loyal to her. Thing is though that he has done a lot that would make her not date him so chances of it going anywhere are slim.]]

purple-assistant

Oi know oi said don't touch fer the other two. But seriously, do not. Fuckin'. Touch Laura. Do not go NEAR her do not even fucking try ta talk or make friends with her. Wot oi got with her is personal an if ya try to muck it up yer dead. Legit beyond respawn dead.

[[Laura is the whole reason why Dan is in TFI in the first place. She was the spy that killed his Mafia boss/lover and he had been tracking her down ever sense. He's in a process of exactly his revenge and making her life completely miserable, he WILL be utterly pissed off if you touch or try to help her.]]

[purple-assistant]

The mouse woman needs assistance! open rp

Laura had managed to get herself off the little couch in her office, yet the feat had left her completely worn out due to only being a three inch tall mouse woman. now that she was on her own two feet, she smoothed down the front of her little purple dress before looking about herself. She was going to need help; her work could not go undone- anon curse or not she would be in trouble if her reports weren't filled by tomorrow. but what w she going to do? She couldn't pick up a pen and fill the work out in this form- it would be practically impossible.

Feeling like the progress she had made to get off the couch had gone in vain, Laura sat on the floor and frowned. She was in a pickle.

[transylvanianturncoat]

...Doamna Patrics, I have a question of curiosity for you, if you have a spare moment.