Everyone has their own special habit.

Sven Ives, a new trainee at MI6, and a girl who knows exactly how to get what she wants.

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oscary- c:

“Got it in one.  For a spy agency,  not a lot’s going on here.  Ready to go?”

“Yeah, there’s a new pub just down the road. Let’s go. And a lot pf agents are out on missions, leaving us trainees with a few people” 

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oscary-c :

“It’s short for Oscar–Oscar Yeun-Cartwright, actually.  But call me Oz.  Sven–that’s not short for anything, is it?”

“That’s quite the name, and no, it’s not, but just call me Ven for short. Are you a new trainee?”

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oscary-c:

“Sure! Why not?” He grinned. “I’m Oz, by the way.”

“Oz? Is that short for something? I’m Sven, by the way, Sven Ives.”

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dorianblxnc:

          “Thirty years in our line of work? I’m sure you know that’s highly unlikely.”

“Yes, but it’s best to remain optimistic. Value it a little more.”

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ameliariddle003:

“Okay!” Amelia smiled, she was actually going out, it wasn’t something that she did normally, but hanging out with co-workers was nice, even though she was starting to feel a nervousness that she felt everytime she was involved in a social-something “You mean that new pub with the pool hall?” she was referring to the game. 

“Yeah, the one with the pool hall and the poker tables and so on.” Sven let a small smile grace her lips. It was a new pub in a new town where nobody really knew who she was. “I thought it might be fun to play a bit.” Sven didn’t really consider herself a gambler since she always won. 

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dorianblxnc:

          “It’s relaxing, really. Simple as that.”

“Won’t be so relaxing in thirty years when you die of emphysema.”

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ameliariddle003:

“Why not?” Amelia smiled  “I worked all day, I need to unwind” 

“Good! A new pub opened up nearby, so I figured I might as well go check it out with someone.”

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mlnhuang:

     “Oh- no. I don’t think that’d be a very good idea.” For me, at least. Min kept the last part in her head. Drinking had always seemed like such an afterthought to her, like something life had written in because it had run out of ways to have fun. “Though maybe you could find a way to have fun by yourself.” The sentiment was an obvious afterthought, with very little sincerity. Regardless, Min decided that being so rude to someone she so barely knew.

Be nice, you can always kick her ass in training. “I take it you’re new here. Right?” Sven tried to be polite, but when people weren’t being polite to her, she had no reason to reciprocate it. Especially so someone so new. 

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dorianblxnc:

          He let out a laugh, nodding. “It isn’t quite so pleasant at first, I have to agree. And I’m sure your lungs are very grateful.”

“So, if I may ask, why do you smoke, then? If you think your lungs would be ungrateful to you.”

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“I think I’m in the mood to go out for a drink. Anyone want to join?”

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dorianblxnc:

          “Thank you, I needed that one.” Dorian replied with a smile, giving the lighter back after lighting the cigarette.

          “Do you smoke as well?”

“No, I don’t, I tried it when I was younger and almost coughed out a lung. I also detest the taste.”

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dorianblxnc:

          “Have you got a light?”

“I personally don’t smoke, but I do have a lighter. Here.”

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licensetobond:

“I need a favour.”

“From a trainee?”

[joshbennet]

Welcome to Reality || 009&Sven

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0tothe0tothe9:

No one needs to know about this.” He said quickly. “If someone finds out you killed someone….”

Jude sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This wasn’t good.., there would be recordings… Proof of Sven killing someone.

“We’ll figure it out… Fuck.”

“It was self defense. They would have killed me if I didn’t pull the trigger first.” Her words were cold and emotionless, but they had to be.

“I’ll be okay. I really just want to go back to my room and shower, if that’s okay...” She couldn’t look tense, she had to be relaxed. She didn’t need people worrying about her when there was really no reason for them to.

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alec-beaulieu:

“You have a good point, the double-os have to be on missions but I don’t know about everyone else. Don’t you have a mission to be on though?”

“I did, but I’m back now than the Danish government is currently not overthrown. So, I’m waiting around for someone, and at this point I don’t care who, to help with training considering my trainer is, in fact, nonexistent.” 

[joshbennet]

Welcome to Reality || 009&Sven

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0tothe0tothe9:

When they landed, Jude detached the parachute and hailed the closest taxi, asking for the airport. He told Q9 that he was on his way back and finally looked at Sven. 

“What the fuck was that?” He asked eventually, unable to keep the anoyance and shock from hs voice. He wasn’t angry, he was surprised that she would do that with no properv training. How did she just kill somebody wthout hesitation? He knew she would make a great agent, but this was going t be a lot of paperwork. 

As they continued down, Sven could only wonder just how mad Jude was at her. She couldn’t tell from his silence, and she was a bit too shaken up to use her normal ‘powers’ of perception, so she was simply quiet, waiting for him to speak.

“I... You were surrounded, and he had me by my throat. I could tell it was me or him, so...” Her voice was quiet, but unwavering. She had learned to keep a poker face, and it was that skill that kept her from breaking down. She was inside, certainly, but her face was blank and unchanging. 

[joshbennet]

Welcome to Reality || 009&Sven

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0tothe0tothe9:

Sven wasn’t trained to kill, not yet anyway. MI-6 hadn’t given her permission, or license or anything, and now Jude knew they would be in trouble. He quickly shot the other guy by Sven as she dropped to the floor from shooting the man holding her against the wall.

This time when Jude sprinted, he grabbed hold of Sven tightly and headed for the nearest window, smashing through the glass and free falling temporarily through the air. Jude pulled the cord by his side attached to his back which ejected the parachute from the backpack he was wearing. The material caught him as he fell and he kept a firm grip on Sven as they slowly descended down. He said nothing, unsure about what to say.

As the body in front of her fell, Sven could feel the hot blood splatter up against her face in speckles, her initial reaction one of horror and shock. However, once again, she had no time to fully react as Jude practically tackled her out the window. 

She would have yelled if she could but the shock currently overtaking her mind was too much. Blood was on her hands, literally, and someone who had a life was now gone. Maybe they had a family, they were a son to someone, they might have been someone’s lover, and now they were gone because of her. Sven was glad that Jude kept quiet, because she knew she couldn’t speak in return. She wanted to take a shower and wash off all evidence of the fight on her, all evidence of the life.