Behind That Mask|Spy/Assassin Semi-Lit RP|Not Accepting.

[hawkeye.]

{Do we need to time skip?}

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(Sure I guess.)

[sicksadworld.]

~Ѧςαεζ~
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∇ After Asaels previous ordeal had set him back somehwat and sunken his resolve he dicided to vacate the flat, too many people who he deemed dangerous knew where he was. That morning he had packed up, signed out and given stern instructions for his name and whereabouts to be wiped from others memories before striding out into the daylight and towards his hire car, a sleek black XF Jaguar, of course he hadnt paid for this either and took the keys from the chauffeur, jumping in and flooring the car out into the streets once more. As he drove along his phone buzzed, picking it up he noticed a text from an unknown number 'You are being hunted hunter, we can help you.', he frowned lightly before swearing in some choice russian words, throwing the phone onto the passenger seat and handbraking to turn back on himself, he needed some technology if he was going to find out where the text had come from, he already had an inckling of who had sent it.

It took Asael thirty minutes or so to reach the other side of town, the immigrant central of the city and his first home, he rolled the car into a nearby garage, two men stood either side and nodded him forwards, they were armed. He jumped out the car, pointing at the men and telling them to not scratch the paint in a serbian accent, he then headed outside and towards a small, down trodden shop with metal bars in the windows, graffiti everywhere. The shop was dark, damp, full of cigarette smoke and covered in trash, a pawn brokers shop, well the first room was. Asael greeted a man sat at the till, if you could call it that and was pointed through a beaded curtain and into a back room. This one was dimly lit, seats and velevt sofas everywhere, a bar and girls in very revealing outfits, men sat everywhere, either drunk or enjoying the view, the doors where guarded by heavily armed individuals and cameras surrounded the place. A small table was situated at the back, a lone bottle of imported vodka and a figure, smoking away, bleach blonde hair, one eye and a briefcase.
Asael made a b-line for this man and sat opposite "Dolgoye vremya uvidetʹ Kurchek" Asael said with a small smirk, the withered man chuckled and coughed "Akh! Asael , ya vizhu, vy nuzhny moi navyki yeshche raz", to this Asale nodded and produced a small envelope, sliding it over, the man checking the contents before nodding stifly and opening the breifcase, a laptop and other electricals fell out and soon was set up, Asael then plugged a small connection wire into his phone and the blonde haired figure did his work, it took less than an hour with the old equipment "They have sent it from a warehouse on the edge of the city" the man croaked with a laugh to which Asael only rolled his eyes and shook the mans hand, kissing the knuckles and taking the vodka before strolling out of there, a few ladies catching his eyes as he exited out into the street once more "Got you now" he spoke to himself, heading back to his car and once again speeding off into the thinning traffic sending a text back and smiling to himself.
'Boltun yavlyayetsya sokrovishchem dlya shpiona.'. Δ

} Dolgoye vremya uvidetʹ Kurchek - Long time now see Kurchek
Akh! Asael , ya vizhu, vy nuzhny moi navyki yeshche raz - Ah! Asael, i see you need my skills once more
Boltun yavlyayetsya sokrovishchem dlya shpiona. - A chatterbox is a treasure for a spy. {

- for Estelwen :3 -

[hawkeye.]

{I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to. c:}

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(lol doesn't matter to me. Where would we time skip to?)

[hawkeye.]

{Maybe after Anna's healed, so they can get into some action?}

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(Sounds good. I'll be able to post within the hour so I could make the first post if you want.)

[driftingsakura]

.:Finn Fools:.

When she glares at my feet, I quickly kick off my shoes, and pick them up. "No... Thank you." I say, when she asks if I wanted tea or coffee or juice, frowning a little at the dog by my feet. I start to edge my way around the room, trying to keep away from it, "Why is this... /thing/ barking at me?!" I say, a little bit of fear in my voice. I really... really hate dogs. I'm more of a cat person. You know, small, fluffy, keep to themselves.

Nunmul grabbed his shoes and placed them down next to her own, smiling at Inu. This man obviously didn't like dogs, "Just tickle him behind the ears. He's only trying to say hello." She said while wondering back over to the kettle to pour some Earl Grey. "Sure you don't want a tea? I would hate to find you going through my cupboards late at night." Nunmul managed to sound suspicious as she sipped at her tea.

"Would you please sit down, your making me feel awkward in my own home." The small lady had picked up her pet with one arm while shuffling over to the cream sofa with her tea. Placing her tea on a coaster with Inu on her lap, Nunmul patted the place next to her. "I'll put the news on but for goodness sake, make sure you stroke Inu or he will never leave you alone. "

[hawkeye.]

{Sure, whenveer you can post then. c:}

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

-Eugene "Flynn" Clarck-
Eugene fished around his pocket for the keys to his apartment, trying not to drop the grocery bags that weighed down both his arms. He'd insisted on carrying all of them, even though Anna was mostly healed by now. He finally found they keys and pulled them out, the inside of his pocket flopping out, before opening the door. "So, now that we've actually got some food, what do you want for lunch?" he asked her as he placed the bags on the dark granite counter top. "We can have sandwiches or something. And what do you want for dinner tonight? If it's something that takes a lot of time I need to know now so I know when I need to start cooking." Despite being a drunk and always traveling all over the place, Eugene hated eating out. Why put that garbage food in his high performance body when instead he could have real home cooked food?