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[neonlightbxbe]

tricellheadbxtch

¸¸.•*¨*•*´¨) — ❝ And you are who exactly … ? ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦:  { She's circling the girl, taking one careful step after the other, not daring to leave of her for just a single moment. Interesting hair color -- indeed. Nothing she'd ever consider to wear, however. }

     ❝ Oh I could ask you the exact same question, young lady. And I believe I have way more authority in here than you have so -- would you kindly explain to me who you are and how you got here? ❞

[whitexdevil]

❝ The idea would’ve been nice, indeed. Though, a simple and nice greeting would’ve delivered the same charm. ❞

A snort, the skin of his upper lip curving faintly behind the woolen fabric of his thick, maroon scarf. A business woman not being busy — that would’ve been just as ridiculous as searching the Sahara for an ocean. He didn’t seriously expect something else. Though, despite all her words and tries to avoid an interrogation, she would [ have ] to allow him the time to ask her the questions that urgently needed to be answered to clarify a few certain things. Trusting the files Maverick had collected about her ‘business’, she obviously had more than just one skeleton in her closet.

When she approached him, the male cyborg remained stoic as good as possible, that cold eye of his staring daggers into her trunk almost bland. He did feel a lurking fear, that she could detect something he’s about to [ frantically ] hide from other people’s vigilant eyes to perceive. Though, if she’d see it anyway … he could only try to make the best of it and not lose focus of the main thing this mission was solely about. Personal needs and emotions were of secondary importance. He had to remember that.

❝ We’ve been receiving a few reports and files about your so called ‘business’ lately. And according to some authorless informants, there’s something fishy going on. Any … words or justifications you wanna spare about that for me, Miss? ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦:  { Her lips formed a lopsided sneer that glinted like pure, deadly poison in the daylight, faint shimmer of rays shining through the great windows behind her. 'Raiden'? That name literally screamed her in the face that he was more than just a simple mercenary. Or maybe Excella's just too careful again, questioning everyone and everything that is of no acquaintance. Too many had tried to kill her during these past few days and weeks, and so many had failed in the process. She'd remain at alert, no matter what he'd say or do. It's what her instincts told her. A theatralic sigh skipped over her glossy lips as she raised her right hand to give utterance to her indignation. }

     ❝ Oh please, this is a very hard business. Everyone's trying to get the opponent out of the way. Rumors are one of the first steps to ruin a concern! ❞

{ She answered with a cold voice, as if pure steel slithered from her serpent tongue. Yes...her visitor would do best at knowing that Excella wasn't just a minnow. She knew how to absolve a business that will work solely in her own favour and no one elses. So she came closer again to lay her petite hand on his chest where she began to stroke shortly over the fabric of his jacket. What kind of a surprise could there be hidden beneath, hm? She was eager to find out, stripping him to the bone, step by step. }

     ❝ Wanna tell me which rumors you and your little circus have overheard about Tricell? Just so I can... blight them fast. ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

【Ꮧ ᏕᏂᏗᏝᏝᎧᏇ ᏝᏋᏗᎴ】

[detectivexcastellanos]

【determined】—-→

The sort of despise she blatantly confronted him with, coupled with a few dagger-like stares, was more than enough to allow Sebastian to realize that he definitely needed to be careful when arranging things and settling to business with this woman. She seemed harmless from afar, maybe, like a delicate piece of morsel placed amidst a golden plate sorrounded by pretty flickering diamonds and whatever the hell else could underline her firstly presumed innocence and pure beauty. However, if you look closely enough, it’s not all that hard to see through the pitiful charade she threw only to hide the true malice that’s lurking within her veins and behind prettily colored and shut lips. It’s not the first time he’s encountering these types of women and ‘clients’ — or rather, suspects.

Within a firm hold, the device buzzed and flickered on with a blueish luminescent signal, calling up these small fragments of a data he’d need to show her to regain full access to the inner facilities. The place he wanted to inspect just to make sure that everything’s going the rightful and smooth way. He held the key and she was the lock, ready to burst when he’s finally turning the bow to unveil whatever horrific secret may lurked internally. Holding the display up and high enough for her eyes to skip through the pixelated lines, the hispanic pursed his lips shallowly, a hand brushing through the sea of stubbles that traversed along his tired features. He could use a smoke right about now — or some strong bottle of liquor, didn’t even matter which brand. Or a handful of peaceful and especially 【normal】 sleep.

‘ Are these enough facts to guarantee me some entrance?. ’

It’s not much Joseph had been able to gather for that matter but it’s nevertheless enough to give a slight cue and insight as to what’s going on behind these stable big doors. And the treachery this woman radiated like a lightning conductor was too obvious, too pungent and incisive to ignore. There was something she hid between her lips, scooped back down her throat with the tip of her tongue and held caged within her ribs. The most heartless fashion he couldn’t possibly imagine for sure. Sebastian believed to have encountered the worst and seen hell by losing a whole existent and a very important part of himself — but the things he’d encounter here where far beyond his faculty of imagination.

‘ —We’ve been pooling some intel and found out about a possible threat your company’s been keeping as a secret for a longer time now. Something about Bio-terrorism, if I remember correctly. Is it true? ’

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦:  { She didn't like the idea to have yet another noisy cop skimming through her company's hallways, fishing out delicate intel and details wherever he'd go. The things Tricell did were of utmost importance to herself and her partners and she liked to keep the necessary discretion. But well, what could she possibly do against it? He's a man of the law and if she'd start to struggle against his wish and decline that search warrant he'd, one way or the other, send a report to his office and soon the whole station would be on Tricell's tails. Not that she really cared or worried about it -- the virus had shown much more progress and ferocity the last few days and weeks. It was merely a matter of time now until it could wisely be used for her own personal goals and those of her partner's. It still lacked a few features, however. More tests needed to be run but perhaps... he could be just the test subject he'd need to figure the problem out. Bending a little to inspect the information he'd gathered about her, she merely spared him a single and brief look, a smile as poisonous as the insides of a blowfish soon pervading her features as she turned her sharp gaze towards him now. All she had to do was playing along. Not that this would be the first time she's luring someone into a trap. }

     ❝ Hn. Yes. It almost seems that way. I apologize for my rather... hostile behavior before. It's just unsettling to know that someone's spreading rumors about our company. But please, have a look at our projects yourself and you will soon see that none of it is of further concernment. ❞

     { She then moved around from behind the counter and pointed her thin, manicured finger towards the big, electronic door to her right, her hand planted onto her hips afterwards. This would probably the best start for both of them. Certainly. }

❝ Please. Come this way, Detective. I assure you this tour won't demand all too much of your precious time. ❞

[whitexdevil]

A sigh that hung almost strangling within the back of his throat forced its way out of his non-organic lungs and over the chrome-capped rim of his covered jaw shallowly, a shrug tearing at his shoulders. Yeah, just like he had expected this conversation to turn out. Studded with hauteur and breathtaking arrogance. The way he l i k e d it. Raiden had a pretty feisty character, one slight spark being enough to aflame a whole forested area. But he’s keeping a cool manner, for as long as he’ll be able to. Business is business, although he’d rather like to be somewhere else now, far, far away from [ her ]. He wouldn’t touch, nor kill her over-hasty — except she’d decide to call for it. It’s her own choice. “Not exactly what I’d call a solemn and especially heartwarming welcome but … whatever. I don’t care if you’re happy to see me or not. Just cooporate with me and the thing will go smoothly and without hassle, that I assure you.”, came his breath, a premonitory, translucent veiled threat, throaty and deep in tone all while his cerulean eye locked upon her genteel frame unfazed. She was dressed to kill. Metaphorical or not, that remained to be seen.

"The name’s Raiden. I’m here on official business, Ma’am. A … representative from a company called ‘Maverick’."

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦:      ❝ What did you expect? A red carpet? … ❞

{ She chuckled amused. This guy was very entertaining, really. Maybe she could find a way to make this a little more worthwhile because all she wanted was to have some fun. Work here, work there -- and that mostly ranged from one paperpile to another. Something new and different sounded way more appealing to her ears. }

     ❝ I am a busy woman after all. And I certainly don't own the time to babysit everyone who is knocking on my door without having an appointment. ❞

{ She listened to his voice and words carefully. A bit to much and frantic, actually, because she could clearly hear that strange sound swinging in his voice, plastic, almost static like she only knew it from the radio calls and those annoying walkie-talkies. What could be the secret of this man? Now more intrigued than annoyed, the leader of the african division stood up and clicked her way closer to the male, who'd called himself Raiden, orbitet him like a shark its victim. }

     ❝ Maverick? Never heard of it ever before. And for now, it almost seems as if you're merely wasting my time. I suggest you finally get to the point. ❞

{ She stopped in all her tracks right in front of him, scrutinized him from his toes up to his head, hanging at this one, single iceblue eye as if it'd be enough to deliver her the answers she wanted. Why did he wear a scarf which hid wondrously more than half of his face? What would she be able to see if she would just go and pull it down without a forewarning? The lure was big but she didn't do anything. Well, not yet. She wanted to hear more of his questions first. }

[tricellheadbxtch]

【Ꮧ ᏕᏂᏗᏝᏝᎧᏇ ᏝᏋᏗᎴ】

[detectivexcastellanos]

【determined】—-→

The man carefully shifted his footing which caused the momentum of a great echo to reverberate through the hall, bent arms resting smoothly upon the polished marble reception counter from where he could almost effortlessly watch his own, knocked up visage reflecting off. Everything in here seemed so pompous and gentlemanly luxurious, studded with such weird, intimidating sort of a brilliance and an inflated finishing touch he’d probably never be able to relate. Golden crinkum-crankums snaked along the white balustrade that formed a star-like stairway for every visitor and salaried employee, decorations like candles and drapes flickering in different kinds of pretty, regal colors — but it’s not like Sebastian cared about the interior, nor the grade of perfection and huge sum someone must’ve efforted and lastly put into all of this, if not she herself. He was a hatchet man, living a regular life without much luxury, having his ordinary pension on account every once a month to sustain himself with basic things, maybe a few optional extras, but that’s about it. He strongly believed that money was no final solution to everything, no guarantee to bring happiness into someone elses heart — not forever and especially not candid —, nor will it redeem every problem or solve every trial life would provide for everyone one time or the other.

But this, of course, was not the point of his show up and he had no time to get carried away easily by irrelevant thing such as money and pretentious decor. He could hear that sigh slipping from her noxious lips like dusty powder, loud and sticky becaue these halls didn’t seem to try all too hard to hide even the slightest sound of a noise. It’s so big and stentorian, one could’ve easily heard a pin drop from a distance. Unprofitable to obfuscate someone’s screams but maybe … that’s not even necessary. This company seemed to have quite a few particular tricks up their sleeves, as he’d heard. Time to pick up pace and find out whatever’s so pragmatically fishy to him. And that, undoubtedly, were a whole shitload of things.

‘ We just barely started to talk and you’re already as keen as mustard to kick me out. Charmy. But fine, let’s solve the mystery together then. ’

Sebastian’s head turned slowly, eyes eagerly scrutinizing the doors and logos he could perceive impromptu as if he’d conclude his reasons from there. Snapped his fingers and tugged a small PDA out from the pockets of his trench coat, tapping along the sides of the display. He’d almost forgotten about that. The intel he’d been given by his partner. Now there’s only to hope this would simplify the whole tortuous affair a little more.

‘ Miss Gionne, correct? I’ve been receiving a few reports from my superiors about your company. Reports about things that supposedly only happen behind closed doors, surreptitious where no one can see a damn thing. Some of those things gave rise to questions — and now I’m here to probe the causes of it. ’

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦:{ There was another displeased exhale of breaths when she heard him speaking, nostrils flaring in resentment. Oh how she hated these cops. She, of course, tried hard to keep the calm and chilly posture up as good as possible but knowing that he could interrupt her plans or maybe even put them onto hold miffed and turned her good mood sour. Batting her long, back-widow lashes at him, she folded her arms, shifting the soft weight sidewards onto one of her delicious queen-like heels. There certainly was a way to satisfy this man -- and lure him into a trap he cannot escape from. He'd be a perfect new test subject to the Uroboros project. All Excella needed to do was playing along. She smiled, rich and plastic, not breaking the eye contact. }

     ❝ That indeed is correct, Mister Castellanos. I'm the head of this company so, of course, I will also be the one taking care about matters such as these and quash these ridiculous rumors as long as they still last. Tricell has nothing to hide -- so I will show you whatever you need to see.

-- Are there, perhaps, any facts and relevant informations you could propound to me first? ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

【Ꮧ ᏕᏂᏗᏝᏝᎧᏇ ᏝᏋᏗᎴ】

[detectivexcastellanos]

【determined】—-→

He didn’t like that lavish smile that soon sprawled all over the pinkish-rosy tint her lips showed, creepingly noxious as if one kiss would be enough to put a whole nation down to rest for all eternity, allotted acid eroding everything from within mercilessly. She reflected nothing but pure danger in his eyes and that was enough to let Sebastian anticipate that she was no one he’d like to share and ride out more time than actually necessary. He wanted to get this done and over with fast and easily, solely focusing onto the main thing, nothing else. And now dead certain that she, undoubtedly, had something to say, a bitterish dark secret hidden beneath spidery lashes that bat at him like a gorgon stare, he’d already gridlocked onto the thought and intention to not leave this place until she’d given him the answers he wanted and needed to proceed with his case. Worming something helpful out of this 【serpent】, however, seemed like a life task. It’s not like he’d be needed at the station right now anyway and knowing that Joseph would cover his back, he had all the time he’d need.

The blackette tsk’d within a raspy wave of breath, hands slipping into his trenchcoat’s side pockets slowly where they seeked the warmth and comfort it offered like a mouse rushing for a loophole. Her arrogance was barely tolerable and he had to focefully restrain himself from saying something stupid, something that might end complexing things all the more. He had to gnaw on it, enamel rubbing onto each other silently, covered behind calm shut lips. It was neither the right time, nor the right place to lose his temper. He had to keep that in mind. Preferably 【always】.

‘ Well inferred. Points for you. And to be honest, Miss, I really do wonder about the same thing. What could’ve possibly induced me to come here … ? Any ideas?  ’

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦:{ Excella exhaled sharply, eyes rolling in a comfortless, slightly annoyed fashion. Yet another cop presenting his great authority and capability to solve cases all around the globe? Well, he had made it this far, she had to give him that much credit for sure. However, this would the place his investigations would come to an end. And she'd definitely make sure of it. She couldn't stand curious people, and especially not the likes who could be a threat to her plans and company's business. So there was only one way to solve the problem, right? But that's how she liked her visitors the most -- calm and seamed with fear. She smiled, sovereign, cold. It's hard to read what she's up to right now. }

     ❝ I was hoping you would be the one delivering such answers to me. You must know, I'm no friend of needless games. Now talk, or I'll order the security to squire you to the exit. ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

【Ꮧ ᏕᏂᏗᏝᏝᎧᏇ ᏝᏋᏗᎴ】

[detectivexcastellanos]

【determined】—-→

Tap tap went the echo of steady, firm steps that marched along the great hallway of an pharmaceutical concern he yet knew just so little of, bringing him closer to the reception’s desk continuous. The floorboarding was polished, almost surgical aseptic, which allowed him to effortlessly watch his own, tired reflection greeting him from beneath his feet as if he’d walk a mirrored labyrinth. Chrome shiny armors were seated on both sides of the hall, all lined up like blank, hard-shalled soldiers waiting for their assignments and orders, watching him with hollowed eyes through he pitch-black rims of helmets as he made his way up to the woman unyieldingly, despite the eeriness he felt around here. They were not only armored but also weaponed to the teeth, hard and sharp glistening edges of axes and swords proving their validity. If he’d be one of the company’s employee, he’d definitely grow uneasy, if not to say, 【paranoid】 right after the first day of work. But, well, it’s not up for him to decide how the interiors had to look and would fit these business proceedings best. Sebastian, in fact, solely came for one reason : To diminish a few questions and fishy aspects he had stumbled upon his researches and therefore collected about this so called uncorrupted corporation. Maybe … it had something to do with Myra’s sudden disappearance. A present, yet very well shrouded connection he had to screen extensively first. And if that’s what needed to be done to get at least 【somewhere】 close to the bottom of it all, he’d do it with all his might.

Stopping in front of the reception desk where his echo died along with his steps, Sebastian canted his head, arm resting upon the cold mounting of the furniture while his stern, determined gaze captured the other, a momentum of incredulity stalking his expression. So, she was the head of this company? Her arrogant behavior literally guaranteed a hassle — but he knew it’d be a long road to go from here. Since the very beginning. To save that small shred of what’s left of a once happy family, he’d gladly take the effort and torment onto his weary shoulders anytime.

‘ I hate breaking it to you but — no. I’m not whoever you might mistake me with, Ma’am.. The name’s Sebastian Castellanos and I’m a detective, investigating a special case and following a thin lead. Collecting a few bones that’d been thrown my way. ’

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦:{ Now look who had come this way just to see her, and all due to a vague lead he had mentioned just about now. She's interested as to what these 'bones' are about and what sort of special case he was working on. Maybe she'd get her answers, if she'd behave smart as she always did, twiddling and spinning her threads he'd soon find himself trapped within like a fly. Oh she already had an idea to make this interesting for the both of them. }

     ❝ Is that so, yes? And I suppose this 'lead' you spoke of brought you to this place? I really wonder why. ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { She's tapping the front of her polished workplace desk with the sharpness of nails, swinging one leg over the other elegantly. And while she's eyeing the man she roughly guessed to be at middle-age, her pearly shining lips roll up to a smile, vitriolic stare sticking to him like acid. She's getting a lot of visitors lately. }

     ❝ And who might you be now? Another represenbtative of some weird company? The press? Something else of equal annoyance? ❞

[la-bouchere]

The butcher turned on her heels quickly, deafening cold clicks reverberating through the great hall they both found place in, arms laced tightly beneath her bust in a crossing manner. She could’ve used her precious little Dwarfs to produce more arms so she’d be in absolute vantage if things should get dicy — but, seeing as it is and how this woman appeared at first sight, she could sense little to no harm and therefore didn’t fear a pitch. At least nothing she would not be able to escape with her life somehow.

Metallic stilettos stabbed the concrete once again and the other woman’s voice echoed loudly, forcing cybernetic muscles to grow stiff if just for a moment. She was a smart one, despite all of her rather unprofessional mien. But how’s the saying again? Never underestimate even the smallest of creatures.

"Maybe I did. Or maybe this is my way of keeping things and matters more distantly. Could’ve been a good guess just as well, no?" Her lipstick spread and her cold piercing stare locked upon her firmly, stripping her to the bones. She seemed unarmed, more or less. Those optical implants could always be trusted, undoubtedly. "Rumors spread, you know? Like a wildfire. And we all will burn in the flames sooner or later."

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { She watched those strangely constellated heels stabbing the floor of ashen facility ground, brows quirking up into wondrous waves straightway, eyes gleaming with interest and the thirst of knowledge. How did she get these? And why? Was she part of an military group Excella didn't know of? And who had sponsored her such expensive knick-knacks? Admittedly, she had no time to ponder over trivial things such as these right now but the questions that gained on weight and amount were too ticklish to ignore. She wanted to know more about it -- if not willingly from the other's alacrity, then by sheer force. She smiled her rich, arrogant smile, shook her head and planted her arms in front of her barely clothed bust, twitching shoulders up and down. }

     ❝ Such drastic wording for someone so young. Do I sense hatred? Or even fear? But I'm curious to know where you've gotten these nice mechanics from. Who's sponsoring you? Who's your benefitter, hm? Don't worry, your secret will not leave this place. These lips remain sealed. ❞

[enigmaticmxnarch]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ MONARCH ;;

          She simply smiled at the surplus of arrogance and procacity to throw them both into one and the same pot, rich and silken layers of rosé hiding her virulent, figuratively sharp fangs that would love to wring and bite her to death right here and now. Excella was just another tool of Wesker’s shatterpated charade whereas she herself spun her own threads and decided what to do and what not. She had once worked for the big cheese this woman praised so much — but not entirely spineless. Ada would never be a puppet to anyone. She was her own master, deciding her own actions and who’d come to play with h e r. Not the other way around.

                   ❝ Don’t flatter yourself Gionne. I admit, you’ve made some impressive progress along the hard stripes you’ve weaved for your own, little utopian dream. However, we’re nothing alike. And by saying n o t h i n g, I really mean nothing. ❞

          Popped her waxy lips and spread hot pink over the cunningly charming curves of her mouth, hand propped atop her arched hip.

                   ❝ So, tell me, I’m curious. What’s the secret of all these dead-presumed people popping out of nowhere recently? Some sort of new designer drug? Or are you just one of t h e m now? ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { Deep and dark was a smile that soon adored costly painted lips as she continued to watch the other woman downright, from her raven hair right down to her camp footwear. Nothing she'd wear ever, neither the color, nor the form. Well, that's how 'Ada Wong' always appeared whenever someone had let her out of her cage and decoyed her with the smell of freshly baked money. So, which game would it be this time? What part is she playing? Only time would tell for sure... }

     ❝ Oh, you're right, of course. I apologize for my own, stupid slip of a tongue. We are, indeed, nothing alike. I did not intend on putting myself onto a lower level, such as yours, Wong. Thanks for reminding me. ❞

{ After her statement had ended, Excella shallowly began to clap her hands in a slow fashion all while her golden, rich shoes went 'click click' upon the ground, circling her little, unexpected visitor. She had no clue, did she. How unfortunate. But she was having a good day and felt like enlightening her, if just a little. Throwing a few bones to keep the puppy busy and entertained. }

     ❝ One of them? Hah, by now means. I have higher standards and visions than becoming one of these brainless, drooling rag dolls Wesker created. Let's just say -- Lady Fortune was on my side back then, and I could not thank her enough for that. A virus can do a whole lot more tricks than you'd expect, Miss Wong. ❞

[whitexdevil]

She seemed like a royal delicacy when she pushed herself up from the chair and back to a stance, heading for the front desk to face him properly, all classy and dressed up in golden and fawn colors, hairs tugged together and up to a bun. He can already tell that this will be a [ tough ] nut to break. An unpleasant affair to deal with.

Keeping that usual stoic composure of his up, Raiden tipped his head just faintly, a tacky trench coat hanging from his shoulders to cover up most of his cybernetics, thick scarf wrapped around his throat and jaw. “Someone who’d like to collect some answers — and I somehow got the feeling that you’re j u s t the one who’s gonna deliver them for me.”

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦:      ❝ Hah... ❞

{ Excella spat out in a mocking way, arms firmly crossed in front of her chest. Who was he to talk to her in such a foolish way like he did right now? -- Exactly. No one. A little piece of dirt to her majestic shoes if she'd be done with him but that's all the honor she'd grant him. }

     ❝ I only answer when I deem it as right and necessary, not differently. But well...go ahead and try your luck. Maybe I am merciful and give you the answers you want,hn... ❞

{ Her lips smeared and spread widely to a smile, the sort of spitful one of course one would classify as disparaging -- and that would absolutely be right. Who did he think he was? Her cold eyes ran over his body, up and down, scanning him with a great deal of annoyance. }

     ❝ You really think I will talk to a stranger? Just like that? Someone who appeared out of the blue, with questions I don't want to hear at all or even be bothered with? I don't have time for your childish curiosity, boy. ❞

{ After finishing her latest sentence, Excella sat back on the cold surface of her table, crossing her long legs upon one another once again, inspecting her polished, manicured nails to show how utterly bored she was. Upon further notice, however, there was something special about this man , something she couldn't quite estimate just yet. It piqued her interest, if just for a moment. }

     ❝ Very well. Now you got my curiousity. Tell me your question but first, identify yourself. ❞

[la-bouchere]

Eyes of bitterish cold tinct illuminate the space transient when they obtained the flicker of a deep, threatening shade of red, summoning a scan on the woman before her. Her wired nano-machines clicked in place and vibrated sparsely inside her brain the closer they came to an end of the usual process, a ginger smile spreading over the edges of her lips when she blinked her visible eye back to normal; strands of maroon hair dangling freely along the other side of her face. A business woman of high standards and clear visions, hm? How very interesting. The things she had been able to fish out of the scanning weren’t many, but enough to warm her interest.

"Oh you do have made yourself a name. Excella Gionne, head of an organization called ‘Tricell’. I must admit, I’ve never personally heard about your actions but I received my silent intel. It’s all I need to have to track down the mightiest of heads this world has to offer."

She’s not here to swaddle this woman in honey and sugar but, making a first good impression would certainly do no harm or endanger her plans. They’d only thrive, gaining shape and form if she truly was as corrupted as her files had showed it.

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { She was intrigued by the way she looked, the way she moved and how confident she uttered her words. And of course, Excella didn't miss the fact that she was bestowed with scrapes and pieces of metal here and there, a walking, breathing machine. What's the meaning, however? Was she created to kill, for war causes or business security? Questions over questions -- and now she wanted the needed answers to see the veil of mysteries through. Something Excella wanted would always turn into something she'd get, for sure. }

     ❝Oh, so very suddenly? How come? You seemed as if you were completely clueless just a few seconds ago, and now you know all of these things? Is there some sort of 'gimmick' you were using on me? ❞

[whitexdevil]

There’s a moment of hesitation that sprawled all out and through hard capped veins and fibres that aren’t quite organic anymore but the very result of day-to-day torment, pain and bitter [ agony ]. A lingering feeling that kept him in place and away from the idea to knock at sturdy wood that would may withstand a typical man’s weight, but not a well-aimed pack of a punch coming from a [ cyborg ]. 

Silently he counted the seconds in which he hesitated right in front of the head’s office, time flowing down from his grasp unstoppable as the tide — and when he deemed the moment to be right and present, his balled, revetted fist met the wood that’s hindering him from passing through in a slow and careful manner, yet loud enough to be perceived decently. A second knock, a third … until he had finally forced a reaction, caught the voice permitting him entrance on the other side; womanly accented, maybe a little bossy, and extensively [ caustic ]. Oh he’d make sure that she’ll have the time to discuss a thing or two with him — volunteering or not. Seizing the knob, Raiden turned it and shoved the brown architecture open, a sigh escaping the hinges when he crossed the frame and set foot into the office, hearing the door falling shut behind him with creaking, eerie noises. So, this is it? Just the ordinary type of office, he presumed. Nothing too fishy — for a prima facie, that is. But his internal sensors and scanners continued to run wildly, checking anything in his peripheral vision he could catch unobtrusive. Then turned to finally face [ her ].

"So you must be … Excella Gionne. Is that correct?"

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { The head of Tricell turned smoothly on her chair, legs criss-crossed, poking out from under a golden robe-like dress in a creamy silken shine. Oh, an unfamiliar  visitor? How surprising. }

     ❝ Maybe I am. That solely depends on the people who'd like to know about it. ❞,

{ the woman answered, a cunning, cutting smile adoring her glossy peach lips. Hesitating a while longer, she then stood up from her chair behind the great desk and walked around to lean her body at the front of the table to scrutinize him closely. Such a wondrous... figure. }

[enigmaticmxnarch]

tricellheadbxtch

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ MONARCH ;;

          Well, well. If this wasn’t a sore sight for untouched eyes. She’d heard about the head of Tricell, never met her in person ever before, though. Maybe this impromptu meet-up would be quite in her favour.

                   ❝ Excella Gionne, descendant of one of the founders of Tricell Pharmaceutical Inc.. and ex-head of the African division. What a surprise~ ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { Now, all of a sudden, the whole wide world seemed to know plenty of things about her; Her name, occupation and maybe her age as well, although she hardly tried to keep that a secret always and anytime she could. When faced with a spy she had heard about a thing or two, it didn't seriously wonder her profoundly. Ada Wong -- one of the best and most professional spies along the deadly line of business. How could Excella not know or have heard about her as well. }

     ❝ Hn, indeed it is. Such unexpected encounter we share, and quite the history as well, isn't that correct Miss Wong? ❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { What is it with people lately knocking on her door and stepping into the office without permission? Safe to say she's tired of jackleg staff so there was only to hope that it was something worth to lollygag with. }

     ❝ Come on in. But please, make it quick, whatever it is about. My schedule is VERY busy. ❞

[la-bouchere]

tricellheadbxtch

"Hmm~. Can’t remember seeing your face ever before and although I can tell with absolute certainty that we’ve never met as well, you seem like a business woman, no? Pardon me, if I’m mistaken, though."

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { And she smiled hearing those words, elegantly cold and waspy, her pinned-up strong, deep colored hair tilting sidewards when she tipped her head low. How rude to approach someone so bluntly without a fair forewarining -- yet did it show how brave she must be. She gave her a silent bravo and let her lips part smoothly. }

     ❝ Hn, you certainly are not mistaken. I in fact am a business lady of high standards and clear visions. It is a wonder you have never heard of me, however. I've believed I made myself quite a name out there. How wondrous~❞

[tricellheadbxtch]

░|✦: { Excella circled and eyed her newest victim from every possible corner her mighty, powerful irids could perceive, an impish smile adoring her lips. She felt superior, like a queen, and it made her shiver delightfully. She didn't remember the girls name but there was something special about her -- something unearthy, reaching far beyond the horizon of humaneness. As a researcher, she wanted to get to the bottom of this, instantly. Even with force. }

     ❝ Are you sure you're not willed to talk? Because I certainly will not accept that as an answer, nor will I allow you to get away with secrets. We can make this quick and painless -- or the other way. It's your choice, hnhn. ❞