_ ᔕTᖇᗩᑎGE ᗪIᗩᖇY _

[Apyrisol]

Oh... my... llama! This is just flip floppin' crazy! Btw I laughed at both Xura's jokes X3

[Xura]

Meanwhile.. On the shield helicarrier...

Director Fury sorts through holographic documents in his office. He sighs and scratches the spot next to his eyepatch. Without warning, someone bursts into his office.

Tony, Tony Stark.

Of course. Fury had expected that he may get a visit from him, so he turned off the holographic display and faced him.
Nick: You're not authorized to be here.
Of course he didn't care, Nicholas just hoped that maybe one day Tony would get it into his thick skull that he can't just come in whenever he feels like it.
Tony: What did you say to Xura?
Nick: That's a shield matter-
Tony: Oh really? You know as well as I that people don't jump off of flying fortresses without good reason
Nick: Like I said, confidential.
Tony: Pfft.
He rolled his eyes.
Tony: I know where she went
Nick: How?
Tony: I used some of my new Stark technology.
Nick: Tell me.
Tony: I can't. It's confidential.
Nick rolled his eyes.
Tony: Tell me what happened, then I'll tell you where she went
Fury let out a long sigh, then gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
Nick: You're going to want to sit down for this

Back to Strange diary #Strangelife

Day three of my running away. Yippee. .-.
I still can't believe what I discovered yesterday night with the TV. I mean... A secret channel? Weird. Kinda creepy. I mean, in retrospect, that sort of means that shield is everywhere. o-o; That unnerves me.
Anyway, I woke up today like this:

SPLASH!
Amy: Wake up! You have an appointment in an hour!
Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHH! *shivers*
Amy: You would never have survived that night in Venice. *sighs, and shakes head* You have a lot to learn.
Me: -_-
I threw a pillow at her and rolled out of bed.
Me: Can I go like this?
Amy: Uh... No. Try and look more... Uh.. Intimidating.
Me: AGHHHHHHHHH!
I groaned and rolled halfway off the bed.
Amy: Yeah, I'm gonna leave now. Be ready by the time I get back.
I sighed and she left. I sat up, threw off the covers, jumped in the shower, then went through my closet. I couldn't seem to find my hair tie today but I found a candy bracelet and used that instead.

Ta-da! Wow, I've looked so much more intimidating than this. Amy is going to be disappointed. Oh well.
I slid down the Hallway and Amy was at the door.
Amy: What's in your hair?
Me: Candyyyy
Amy: Why?
Me: Because it makes this outfit look sweet.
She facepalmed herself.
Amy: We have no time, so I can't fix all of... whatever that outfit is.
Me: Okie-dokie.
Amy: Don't say that
Me: Okie- uh... Er... Loki?
She let out a long sigh and checked her phone as we went down the elevator.
Amy: We're running late
Me: Story of my life
She glared at me.
Me: What?
Amy: The only way we can make it there on time is if you fly.
Me: Haha, nice joke.
Amy: I'm serious
Me: I can't fly!
Amy: You're going to have to.
Me: Ughhh fine.
I took off my jacket and let my wings come out. Amy started climbing on my back.
Me: What are you doing?
Amy: Well, I'm supposed to fly with you. It's not like I have wings.
Me: You're going to regret that.
Amy: believe me, I know. I brought my barf bag.
Me: -_- thanks for the vote of confidence.
Amy: Come on! Time is running out.
I lifted off in the alley. It was shaky and I had trouble, but somehow I managed to get above the buildings. I felt Amy grab my wings tightly and start to steer me.
Me: What are you doing?
Amy: I don't know, but you're not flying backwards! Maybe I can pilot you.
Me: Pilot me? I'm not a PLAAANNEEEEEE!
She had tightened her grip on my wings and lurched me forward.
Me: AHHHHHHHHH!
The flight was actually smooth, although Amy was pretty heavy :T Finally, we were right above the warehouse where I was going to have my first meeting. Amy snatched my wings, pulled them upwards and then leaned her weight down. It actually made for a perfect landing.
Amy: Well that was fun.
Me: Speak for yourself.
Amy: Okay, good luck in there.
Me: You're not coming with me?
Amy: If I did, they would just hire me instead of you. This criminal game is all built on reputation and the right friends.
Me: Great.
I rolled my eyes and She put my hand on my shoulder.
Amy: You'll be great. As long as you're able to scare the heebeejebes out of them.
I sighed and strolled into the warehouse. I saw a very serious-looking cat standing next a crate. I walked near her and she as she began to open the briefcase next to her.
Client: I assume your the mercanary for hire?
Me: And you're the client.
She nodded and looked just a tiny bit nervous. She tried very hard not to show it though.
Client: I'm Elena Casey, I'll be meeting you on behalf of my employer. I hope you understand his need for discretion.
Me: Sure.
I was fighting back the urge to eat from the candy bracelet in my hair. Can you even imagine how difficult it is? It's candy- traveling with me- in my hair. And I'm not allowed to touch it without looking incompetent. Ughhhhh. The struggle is real.
Elena: *clears throat* My employer has his doubts about you-
My hand was halfway up to my ponytail and I had to stop myself.
Elena: -He doesn't believe that you're truly ex-government.
My hand reached it and took off a piece. Ugh. I have no self-control. She eyed my piece of candy.
Elena: Quite frankly, I don't either.
???: That's enough Elena. Good job, now go home.
She turned around as a man that looked about 3 years older than me came in from the other side of the warehouse.
Elena: Mr. Price! But I haven't finished-
He waved his hand to stop her from saying anymore.
Mr. Price: I'll take it from here. Go home.
She nodded reluctantly, then left.
He reached out a hand to me. I shook it with hesitation.
Mr. Price: I'm Erik Price, you are?
AGHH! It's spelled with a 'k'! Every Erik spelled with a k has some kind of evil dark side.
Moving on to the more important fact: WHATS MY NAME?! AHHH! I can't give this guy my real name! Okay I've got to wing it.
Me: My name is uh.. Scarlett uhm... Hunter... *clears throat*
Nailed it.
Erik: meeting you is certainly a pleasure, Scarlett. Like my assistant mentioned before, I have my doubts that you're any sort of ex-goverment.
Me: But I am. Ex-Shield.
He stared intently at me.
Erik: My father was ex-shield. He used to come home and tell me stories from work. Why should I believe in that someone not even my age is ex-shield?
Me: Do you watch the news?
Erik: Yes
Me: Then you remember the girl that fell out of the sky in New York? That was me. Jumping off the shield helicarrier.
He gave a suspicious glance.
Erik: Why should I believe you?
Me: Ask me a question about shield.
Erik: What does it stand for?
Me: Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.
Erik: Okay. One more question, if you answer correctly, I'll believe you
Me: Alright.
Erik: What's the name of the shield agent who plays galaga on the shield helicarrier?
Wow, this worked out.
Me: John.
He let out a long sigh.
Erik: My father told me that, so you must be the real thing.
I nodded.
Erik: Well, I suppose I'll give you the mission. But I'm still doubtful about your abilities
He was staring at the candy bracelet in my hair.
Me: Don't judge a book by its cover. Strange can sometimes be good.
Erik : Sometimes. Which is why I'm still uncertain.
He paused. And the next thing I said I will forever regret
Me: Tell you what,
No! No! Stop! SHTAP! Don't say it!
Me: I'll do it for free.
UGHHHHHH WHY DONT I LISTEN TO MY CONSCIOUSNESS?!
He raised an eyebrow.
Erik: Free?
Me: I'm going to prove that I can do it without the influence of money
BUT I LIKE THE INFLUENCE OF MONEYYY *cries and opens the lid on my tub of ice cream*
He looked just about as taken aback as I was.
Me: But there is one thing I want in return when I complete the mission.
Erik: What's that?
Me: That you spread the word about me.
Erik: if you can successfully obtain what I want, I'll gladly spread the word.
He handed me some documents. I saw pictures of a bottle with red liquid in it and some notes about a big estate.
Erik: What I want is that bottle, better known as Potion 13.
Me: What does it do?
Erik: If consumed, it works simply like a spell. It can influence a person into doing something against their will or better judgement, and they will believe it is there own thoughts or choices. It can only be undone with an antidote or a counter-spell.
It sounded crazy, to think that just a sip of something can influence you into making decisions
Me: How was it made?
Erik: About twenty years ago, it was discovered deep in a cave along with a variety of other elixirs and potions. It's said to be Asgardian, and that a enchantress created it. It was put up for a silent auction last year.
Me: Who bought it?
He handed me another pile of papers.
Erik: That would be Charles Kaplan- owns a huge American multinational banking and financial services holding company. His estate is in France, he keeps the bottle in his safe upstairs.
Me: Alright. The only problem is, how do I get in?
Erik: Just your luck, he's having a party tomorrow night. You'll already be on the list by this afternoon as a wealthy customer who has donated years to their corporation... But be warned, I'm not the only employer who wants potion 13. You may encounter some issues with other competitors.
Me: Okay.
Competition? And I'm doing this for free?
Erik: Here is your ticket, Your flight leaves tonight. Good luck, Scarlett.
He handed me a ticket. I nodded and we went our seperate ways. As soon as I walked out, I was tackled by Amy.
Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
We fell onto the ground and she grabbed the documents I was holding.
Amy: WHATS YOUR MISH?
Me: Get off me!
She sat on me until she finished reading.
Amy: Ahhhh that's a good first mission
Me: He said there might be competition.
I brushed the dirt from the ground off me after I stood up.
Amy: All the better. So long as you're not competing against Xaviar, Haverfield, Me, or Sapphire, you'll be fine. But I'm coming with you just in case.
Me: I wouldn't have it any other way.
Amy: Good, we'll need some supplies.

***

After a long day of visiting Amy's suppliers, we finally got home. Only to pack. UGHHHH.
Lucas: Why do girls have so much clothing?
Me: Why do men not have enough?
Lucas: Touché
Finally, we were all packed.
Me: Bye Lucas! We'll be back soon!
Lucas: *clears throat and half shrugs* Whatever... I'm uh... not going to just go and cry in that corner until you get back. Because I don't form attachments. And I'm a man.
Me: We'll miss you too.
Amy: Yeah, and don't flood the place with your tears before we get back.
Me: Bye!
We left to the airport at 11:00 PM and got on the plane. It was a 9 hour flight and I slept through most of it. But we finally got there, at 8:00 AM. Amy managed to find us a hotel. We checked in to room 119, with two beds, a minibar, and an HD TV.
Amy: Work on finding-
I fell asleep on the bed.
Amy: Or... Do that.

After a long nap, I woke up to find Amy on her laptop.
Amy: Finally! You're awake. It's like 4 in the afternoon.
Me: Oh? Did I really have such a short nap?
Amy: You slept for 8 hours.
Me: I was aiming for 10.
She rolled her eyes.
Amy: Anyway, I found what time this party is at. It starts at seven, which gives us three hours to prepare.
She smiled.
Amy: And this time, I'll be choosing the attire.
Me: Oh boy. I don't have to wear a dress, do I?
Amy: Here you go!
She threw a pile of clothes at me.
Me: I don't wanna wear these!
Amy: Stop acting like a child.
Me: I am not acting!
She rolled her eyes and continued to type. Reluctantly I put it on.
Amy: Great! Now I'll do your hair.
Me: Wut?
She pulled me into the bathroom and took out a curling iron and some dark brown hair dye. She dyed it all professionally and stuff, then took out a green bottle.
Me: What's that?
She dumped it on my head.
Amy: Growth formula!
My hair grew almost at once.
Amy: Its expensive, so enjoy it while it lasts.
Me: Great.
Next, she curled my hair. By the time she was done, it was 6:00.

Amy: What do you think?
Me: I think this mirror is defective. There's a stranger in there.
She rolled her eyes again then gave me a small purse thing.
Amy: There's acid lipstick in there to help you burn through the door of the safe. All you need to do is draw around it, then kick it in. There's also other things but I'll tell you about them when your there.
Me: Are you going inside with me?
Amy: Yes, but you'll also have me in your ear to guide you.
She handed me an earpiece. I put it in.
Amy: Now, I have to change.
She went and changed for about thirty minutes. Then came out looking like this:

Me: Wow, Amy. You clean up nicely.
Amy: Oh why thank ya' darling. Back out on the big ol' countryside, we're always try to look our best.
Me: An country accent?
Amy: It's for my character. I'm Alice Hunter, your big sister. I chose the country life and ya'll choose to be with the city folk.
Me: Okay. We should go.
Amy: Yes, indeedy! Oh this is so excitin'!
We out the door.
Me: Are you going to talk like that the whole time?
Amy: Why! My golly, Scarlett! Has mama darn taught you nothing? It's rude to say things like that
She shook her head as we stepped into the parking lot.
Amy: Socially unacceptable, I tell you. Just like that wicked Holly Atkins who told me my new yellow sundress was burning her eyes off. Pfft! Holly had another thing comin' if she thought she could talk to me like that. So I told her-
Hotel guy: Ladies, pardon the interruption, but your limo is here.
Amy: Oh why thank you! You know, your mama must be real proud of you. You have some mighty fine manners. You know our cousin-
Me: Sorry! Alice tends to ramble on. Come on, sis.
He nodded and we got into the limo. I gave the directions to the driver.
Amy: Scarlet. I was talkin' with him. You city folk leave no time for conversation, always bustlin' about.
Me: Oh boy, this is going to be a long night.

[Apyrisol]

When Amy changes her accent, this is my reaction by the end of it: OH MY LLAMA AMY, SHUT UP! XD



btw I'm yo biggest fan :3

[Xura]

Lol.

Thank you

[TheFabulousHorse]

*cough cough cough* I'm still here x.x
XD

I LITERALLY JUST MARATHONED AGENTS OF SHIELD WITH ONE OF MY BROTHERS LAST WEEKEND. HE ONLY CARES FOR FITZ AND SIMMONS. We are waiting for season 3 now.

Nowww
can we just anger Amy to get her to stop with the STRONG STEREOTYPICAL SOUTHERN ACCENT?! I don't mind the accent, just.. How thick it is...

[Apyrisol]

yw, Every time I see u post I get excited :3

[CookieCat000]

Atleast Amy didn't mock a thick Aussie accent.

[Xura]

Lol.

I don't even think I can imitate an Australian accent. I can do British... Maybe a bit icelandish... Definitely a tad a Scottish... But not really Australian XD

[Coolpaw5]

I can't do accents. At all. I see videos of some people trying to make American accents, and they usually come out as a snobby popular girl in a movie or some one from New Jersey

[CookieCat000]

I'm Aussie, and we definitely do NOT talk like this:
"G'day mate, want some sausages from the barby? By wallaby it's the best tucker I've ever tasted"
XD