#thread: ilsa faust

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C O N T from @waveofstars​ || Eli (X)

Ilsa observed the man as his gaze drifted out of the window and she let her own follow it, wondering when the weather would let up enough for them to leave. Still, there were far worse places she could be stuck, and had been stuck before now, so she would withhold complaints for now. 

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.” she replied, offering the man a sympathetic smile as she spoke, though she subtly slipped her own little bag of nuts away just to be safe. She didn’t quite fancy accidentally triggering a reaction by their proximity. “You make it sound like you being left to your own devices could be a dangerous thing.” Her tone was teasing as she gave a small chuckle, opening her bottle of water and taking a sip. His question made her ponder what actually was ‘home’ for her, but she pushed that thought from her mind to answer. “Just out of town. Booked a short vacation in Spain. I’m quite used to this weather so something a little more sunny is in store this year. And yourself?” 

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Closed starter for @curlsncynefin​ || Gabriel 

Why did she always end up running? 

Her feet barely hit the pavement as she followed her target along the darkened path towards a nearby warehouse, no doubt where he hoped to lose her. But there was no chance of that happening, not when he was her best chance of bringing down this group. Elusive and frustrating, Ilsa had been searching for them for weeks now, and of course he had begun to run as soon as she found him. 

So she sprinted down the path and through the entrance to the derelict building, passing through scaffolding and hearing two sets of footsteps echoing around her. She could feel herself catching up to the man, getting closer and closer to his desperate form as he attempted to evade her, and just as she reached him, Ilsa launched herself into the air, hoping to collide with him as she did. 

He was not getting away. 

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@hcmoheart​ liked for a short starter || Ilsa & Cherie 

Ilsa didn’t know too much about the woman she was due to meet today, only that she had retired from the FBI at a surprisingly young age. Most agents Ilsa knew across the globe stayed with their respective agencies well into their later life, until retirement or death took them, however not this agent. The information given state that she was only in her early 40′s, which left the younger woman confused and curious. 

“Cherie Fryzell?” she began, holding out her hand in greeting as the blonde approached her. “Ilsa Faust.” 

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C O N T from @thelightxwithin​ || Adriena (X)

Ilsa had grown to appreciate the other woman’s presence since they had begun working together, although it was an unusual scenario to have her working alongside a local detective. Still, she was there to do a job, and as confident as she was in her own ability to get things done, she wasn’t above allowing assistance. She had been away dealing with one of the minions of this gang, preferring to deal with the riskier matters directly, when she had found herself in a dangerous position, though it was not one she could not escape. 

“One of the targets took a few cheap shots.” Ilsa replied, allowing Adriena to study the bruising reluctantly. “It’s nothing to worry about, he’s been dealt with.” 

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C O N T from @jo-m-portman-rp (X)

“Yeah, where are you?” Jo asked. She had only met her new colleauge the day prior and still didn’t know much about her.

Harry had insisted that Jo would be a useful asset to send across to work alongside their American- counterparts, however, for good reason, Jo found it hard to trust them after the betrayal by Bob Hogan.

“Are you ok?” She asked, “You sound…cheery.”

Upon hearing Jo’s voice down the phone, Ilsa hissed out a small breath as pain coursed through her body. She slowly slid down the wall as she leaned against it, lowering to the ground as her free hand pressed down on the wound. 

“I... I’ve got the target. He’s down.” she said, glancing over to the dead body across the room. “Jo, I need a huge favour. Could you ping my location from my phone? Get a med team over here as soon as you can?” She didn’t want to necessarily reveal that she was injured, or how badly, but she knew that if she didn’t get medical help she likely would wind up like her target. 

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C O N T from @leadinglxdies​ || Finley (X)

Ilsa watched the way the other woman looked at her, knowing from the look in her eyes that she did not believe her. But as the finger moved towards the bruising on her neck, the agent’s hand immediately shot up and slender fingers with bloodied knuckles wrapped around Finley’s wrist to stop her. 

“Don’t.” There was a firmness in her tone as she stared directly into Finley’s eyes. “Please don’t do that.” 

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C O N T from @asynjja​​ (X)

Moa was a rather interesting woman to say the least, and Ilsa was certainly curious by her ‘wife’ and who she was. However, she would not ask because that was not what they were there for. As far as they were concerned, in this moment, they were Moa and Ilsa Olsen who had recently moved to the seemingly beautiful gated community. Their false backstory was the only information that mattered, and even if Ilsa had wanted to know more about her colleague, asking would likely be a terrible idea. Outside of work and their feigned social interactions, there was little topic for discussion between them, but they were there to work. That was it. 

Ilsa swallowed her sip of coffee as Moa approached, observing as she retrieved her own drink, only to be taken aback by the forgotten suggestion from their neighbour. “Oh, yes, they did.” Ilsa ran a hand over her hair and glanced at the clock. Fortunately, given her cover job as an editor who worked from home, that would allow her more freedom than it did the other woman. “I can prepare something, that’s fine. Any allergies you have I should know about?” 

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C O N T from @astrid-and-co​ || Finley (X)

Ilsa stared at the other woman for a few moments, raising an eyebrow as she did. “Of course you do.” she replied, a small smirk appearing on her lips.