The Wren: Semi-lit All Species Assassin RP. Accepting

[Verdana]

Bree//

Malberry gives no indication of having read her deft sign, but he acknowledges it by changing his accent subtly. The sound becomes more British, and Bree starts to feel at home. Ty was born in England, and though she had not, she had spent a good part of her childhood there. Some of her happiest memories involved London, Cambridge, Oxford. She let her relief trickle across her face. 'Oh!' said her eyes, 'Now I get it!' However, this look is dashed as Malberry begins to rant and rave. She leans back slightly, looking concerned.
Excuse me, she said at the end of his tirade, But what is your name? I must have missed it.

Typical tact, and wise move. It was a rookie mistake that was far too often made. Bree may have known Malberry's alias's name, but Megan did not. They would pick up things like that. 'They' being anyone watching. She checked her watch surreptitiously. Five minutes until broadcasting. She'd have to get ready. The hand rises to her ear again.
Have you seen Booker yet? she signs to Malberry, her motions quiet and subtle, unlike usual sign language, which was designed to be seen. At the same time, she began to speak.
Oh, no, I'm not, she said, which was slightly ironic, given Malberry's speech.
I'm here on business, actually.

She bent down, and began to unpack a laptop from a small leather briefcase beside her.
Do you mind? she said apologetically, fiddling with the contraption so that she was simultaneously signing:
Ty's going to feed the security in this area a loop. It will give us just long enough to hold our meeting. Keep an eye out for prying eyes and, by the blade, be careful!

As she ended her signing, she added, with her voice,
I'm supposed to take a conference call.

[Fizzlebee]

[Ummm, is Kaylee at the headquarters still, or is she in on this too? xD)

[Verdana]

[Up to you. Riku and Rayven need an extra team member. Do you want the slot?]

[Derelict Draught]

""Alexander"" stares at the woman blankly as though her words were taking a great deal of time to register. "How rude! Asking a man for his name without dispensing your own. I am Alexander-" He pauses a moment, with any luck she would catch the pauses true meaning. One of the trolls about them had been watching her even before he arrived, and not in the standard trollish way. His probe into the man's pockets didn't help to put him at ease. "Partian. Now don't be a bunyip and hop away. Think I see a bottle shop. Its a corker of a sight on tired eyes. I'll be back with the old beaut." Pushing off from the table, he walks past the troll in question. "Bluey's a real ear basher." He pats the man on the shoulder twice before heading on his way. With luck, the message was through and Booker would be along any moment, the man's plane had landed some time ago. He continues on his drunken way, attempting to conceal how drunk he truly was with each step. A difficult task by any means.

[Fizzlebee]

[Sure, is there anything I need to know as to my specific job, or is it just the stuff that everyone knows about the mission?]

[Verdana]

[Just the stuff that everyone knows. You, unless I'm mistaken, are targeting Malicia.]

[incompleteicarus]

"Samantha" walked towards the door, deliberately swaying her hips, a thing she'd never consider if she was herself. An odd grace slipped out of her movements, one that distracted from her clothes and face. Her now flame red hair blew out behind her as she opened the glass door, a cool breeze slipped through the lounge. Her eyes scanned the front of the hotel, it was built on a side road, so it was only a short walk to the cafe.
She walked down the four marble steps and turned to look back at Riku, she smiled and walked towards the main road. He'd take this anyway he wanted, but she was anxious to get to the cafe soon and mingle with the usual crowd.
And find Kaylee too, she'd just be in off her flight.
The story was that Kaylee and Rayven were old school friends and had planned a life away together when they were small, but after growing up a little they'd realized their dreams would never happen, yet here they were... Making them come true.
"Samantha" had her reaction to seeing Kaylee all planned out, it would look as natural as. And because Riku and Kaylee didn't know each other too well, who could blame any awkward silences or questions? It was a good plan, if she did think so herself.


((Tell me if that backstory's okay, I'll change it otherwise.))

[Fizzlebee]

[Sweet, I'll give Kaylee the undercover name of Hayley, and go the the cafe then. ^^]

Hayley (Kaylee)

Hayley looked down at her phone to check the time, and impulsively went to brush her hair out of her face. Only, all her hair was gathered in a bun at the top of her head. Even stranger to her, it was dyed light brown, changed like the rest of her. Now Hayley had pinker lips, tanner skin, and aqua eyes. Not to mention the heavy amount of makeup clinging to her face. Feeling like a whole new person, she made her way across the streets toward a cozy-looking cafe. The sun was less intense in this country, giving her a chill. She pulled her jacket tighter and made her way towards Samantha.

[incompleteicarus]

"Samantha" looked up, Kaylee was walking towards her... Sorry, Hayley was walking towards her.
"H...Hayley?" She stammered. "Hayley, is... are you really here?" She rushed forwards, quickly but still keeping her composure. She pulled Kaylee into a hug and whispered, "Room 307. 8pm tonight."
She said louder, "It's been years! I never thought we'd actually come here! But then you called..." she pulled back, aware that her character would be quite smothering, she hated acting like this. "I'm sorry, this," She said pointing in Riku's general direction, "is Lukas, I just met him, but he seems to be okay."

[Noel]

"Nice to meet you." 'Lukas' greeted with a smile. He guessed that 'Samantha' had informed 'Hayley' when the hugged where everything was going to happen, so thankfully he wasn't going to have to find away. He was glad to appear on the younger end suddenly, he wasn't going to have to struggle with formalities.
Turning his head to face 'Samantha', he raised a confused eyebrow, clearly asking 'Okay.... who's this?' They were seemingly random strangers after all, as he had to remember.