--✖-- Mission Tanha --✖-- Semi-lit+ --✖-- PRIVATE --✖--

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☢ ☠ Thomas James Ribowski

"The blonde guy's gone off somewhere. Probably the bathroom. He must've scratched up his hands when he broke the glass he was holding, just now. The girl hasn't moved yet, though."

Thomas cursed, undoing the bow-tie at his neck in haste as the small lens in his left eye whilst a list of locations popped up on the electrical screen on his iris. The boy was moving quickly, slinking from passageway to corridor quickly, and then ending up in a bathroom. For the next five minutes, the dot did not move. The jacket, he presumed, had been dropped off at the bathroom, and he assumed the girl's location would soon be lost too. Scowling, he looked at his phone and quickly killed the two electronic trackers on the clothes as for them not to reveal the locations of the abandoned clothes to his lens. They would be of little to no use now.

They knew.

Walking away from the entrance, the stream of new arrivals now dwindled, Thomas pressed two fingers behind his left ear, relieving some pressure from his skull as his brain began to swell in the begginings of a migraine. They knew; they knew who he was and they knew they were here for a fight. Thomas scowled, and he jumped startled, as Alex, bored with the mechanics of wait-and-see, jumped into action by brashly stating she'd be scouting actively for the papers, and if they didn't hear from her in twenty, they'd have to assume the worse.

damn the rogue girl. She's going to get us killed.

Thomas paused for a second, thinking his actions for the next ten minutes through; demanding the girl to stop would likely cause her to do more as she wished than keep her from doing anything, so that was out of the question, and not telling her anything would basically becoming the new one to blame if she happened to get hurt or met her untimely demise. Then, there was Skye; he seemed to be wandering around too, and probably would get stuck in the muck Alex was about to step into.

"Don't run into a mess Alex," was the only thing he said. She'd decided she was willing to get hurt, if she did, it was her own decision. He marched away from the entrance and moved to the dancefloor, grabbing a glass of some alcoholic drink or another - a sip confirming it was vodka as it burned down his throat and warmed his empty stomach - and strolling around, now more casually. With Alex disappeared trying to get hurt, and Skye somewhere or another - he wasn't too sure where, exactly, he was the only one guarding the ground floor, and he hoped to

Hastily he moved to the edge of the hall and settled in the shadows, his eyes scanning the scene for the pair he had located. The boy he had located before had returned to his partner, the blonde who had not yet gotten changed, and the 'midget' mentioned before was nowhere in sight. Boredly, he continued to scan until something interesting met his eye - a pretty, flickering gaze.

A girl in a smoky grey mixed with pink, silky dress [Tallulah ] moved around the hall with a friend, laughing distractedly in a haughty fashion, but every once in a while, her eyes drifted to him. She took up another man for a dance, but seemed quite displeased at him and seemed to want to get away. Soon, the music drifted to a halt, and they'd drifted apart, the man disappeared and the girl back to her friend. Thomas smiled, raising his eyebrows slightly in a teasing fashion, before taking a last swig of the glass of almost pure alcohol and moving casually towards the pair.

He wove his way in and out of the crowd, quickly disabling the mic and lowering the earpiece's volume so that he would only hear if he paid attention, and focusing on getting to the two girls as quickly as possible. He must keep up appearances, and it wouldn't hurt to seem actively involved in the party - it would seem rather much stranger to simply stay on the sidelines, sulking and watching. Clearing his throat, he tapped on the girl's shoulder [Tallulah], and bowed deeply to the two, smiling casually at both of their faces.

"Добрый вечер," [Good evening] he said casually, voice pleasant but not overbearing. "Вы позволите мне этот танец?" [ Would you allow me this dance ]he asked, bowing his head slightly at the pink-robed girl [Tallulah ], and then looking at the other with an awkward smile. "Если бы я больше конечностями я бы вас обоих," [ Had I more limbs I'd take you both ] he said with a hint of nochalance, "но, к сожалению, что это не так. Затем, вы позволите мне дальше?" [but sadly that is not the case. Then, would you allow me the next?] He said this to the one in gold and white [Gabrielle], hoping she would not feel too offended by him asking the other, more interested one first.

Yeah. I can't post as fast now. Have too many things to concentrate on so posts will be up once a week at the least eue

So, Tallulah mentioned here iri and so is Gabrielle, city. Of course, not that he knows she's an assasin eue

:3 Now seriously, are you guys up for him (Tom) being kidnapped and tortured?

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(( they have fake names right? XD just making sure ono" ))

Lidia's eyes did a brief scan of the room while she waited for Bentley to respond to her statement, quickly taking in a few major details--such as good escape routes--before she stopped so she didn't appear to be studying every little detail. Realizing Bentley had spoken and was holding something out to her, she shook her head and glanced over to him, turning a little so she wasn't just standing there. Her gaze drifted to the object that he held out towards her--a glass of champagne--and she took it, looking back to see his expression. Not surprisingly, it was of one with a smirk, a quirked eyebrow, as well as a glint behind his eyes, obviously daring her to challenge him, as he questioned her. She had a few ideas that were near impossible for him to resist--it was his nature, but she would find it interesting to watch him resist his urges--but had yet to choose the right one. Allowing her grey eyes to sweep the room once more, this time taking in the people in it, she smiled faintly, having found her challenge. There were plenty of good-looking girls, no doubt he'd try to flirt with them throughout the night. 

Before she could speak, she saw someone tapping the boy on his shoulder, followed by the sound of his glass breaking in his hands. Quickly, she took a few small steps to the side, to avoid having her exposed feet sprinkled with small particles of the material, listening to the boy--or man...he had been guarding the entrance they'd come through to--say something about her leaving her clutch behind, before quickly realizing that she had her's and apologizing, before dashing away. She frowned, watching him, her eyes narrowing slightly, before she shook her head, returning her attention to her surroundings, seeing that Bentley had flagged someone down to clean up the mess. She nodded as he murmured a few words to her, before moving away from the scene of broken glass and spilled liquid, setting her half finished glass of champagne on a passing waiter's tray that was filled with many other empty glasses.  

Not having much to do, the blonde assassin (her dark roots weren't visible for the night, as she had colored them to match the rest of her hair) weaved in and out of the crowds, deciding it'd be best to go grab a few small things to snack on, as she listened to Bentley's voice telling everyone of some important information. Soon enough, she had reached one of the many tables set up filled with food, picking up a few things to eat. All the while, she occasionally looked around her, watching for the others, any suspicious behavior, as well as Bentley's return. 

Liddy was only brought out of her analysis, when she realized someone had been speaking to her. She looked over at them, offering a small, sheepish smile, as she apologized, explaining she often lost herself to her thoughts. Which she did, so it wasn't completely a lie. Minutes later, she was still stuck with the man who had pulled her away from studying the room, being forced to listen and act like whatever story he was telling her was interesting. She smiled throughout the whole thing, nodding and laughing at all the right places. The only thing she could hope was that he'd provide some useful information on the party and Piotr. When it became apparent he had not a clue about the host, nor knew him personally, the girl sighed inwardly, begging to find some way to excuse herself from this conversation that was wasting her time. 

Finally, she saw Bentley approaching, turned back to her companion, and spoke. "Простите, но мой .. дата вернулся (Excuse me, but my..date has returned.)"

The man glanced and followed her gaze, before nodding and leaning forward, "Я надеюсь, вы меня спасти танца позже сегодня вечером? (I hope you'll save a dance for me tonight?)"

Lidia allowed a smile to spread her lips, as she nodded and moved away. "Конечно. Ваши рассказы очень забавно и интересно. (Of course. Your stories are highly amusing and interesting)." With those words, Liddy was able to make her escape and she weaved through the crowd, meeting Bentley on the other side, passing the small plate of untouched food (she ha only ate a few things, before losing interest) to him. At his words, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. She allowed an annoyed breath escape her lips as she noticed his eyes wandering her frame. She was definitely going to be winning this bet. [b]"Я надеюсь, что я не похож я был в боли во время разговора с этим человеком (I hope I didn't look like I was in pain while speaking to that man)," she muttered.

Shaking her head, she focused on the subject at hand. "Я надеюсь, что я не похож я был в боли во время разговора с этим человеком. (Right. The bet. You can choose what we're betting on, it doesn't matter to me. I would just like to see you not flirt with a single girl tonight.)" She paused to glance out at the room of people, before she continued. "Любые корректировки, вы можете думать? (Any adjustments you can think of?)"

(( bah so long--at least on my phone--sorry. Anyways, in the next post--this is is mostly so I can remember myself, I'll be having lidia escape to the bathroom for a brief moment ))


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[eden .]

>> I'll post eventually when the fancy strikes me
>> I know that alex, gabrielle, and tallula are going to be having a fight so idk what you want to do about the kidnapping thing fiasco but I think our plan was that Alex successfully gets the document albeit gains some scratches along the way and will probably try and leave the premises b/c of all the commotion and in the getaway maybe some ill befalls the tanha group and tom is taken away? idk blackstar should really decide. o3o
>> I'll probably edit later w/ my post idk the future is never set in stone look I'm so deep

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(( I think it'd be interesting to be honest. Could happen this mission or another. But it's up to smamm. ^_^ ))

[Artesian]

((Fiasco, ditto on the interesting-ness, could be a nice way to blur the moral boundaries between Tanha and Blackstar. Markov would be a good choice for a good-cop in the good-cop/bad-cop interrogation ploy. What about Piotr? Is he Doomed?

Smamm, when Markov realizes that Bentley cut his hand, expect him to pounce on him with bandages, disinfectants and a hissy fit. Fyi. >->

Also, Asian, I still absolutely hate my post, so if it'd fit into your plans for me to edit it so Markov asks her dance after she finds the document, lemme know. I keep wanting to edit it somehow, to get rid of the disjointed feeling in his musings. ><

EDIT: Also, Smamm, Pie and I were hoping there'd a little downtime after this mission for, er, sillier stuff. Markov cutting up vegetables with a surgical knife, Lidia dropping people in trust exercises, and whatnot. Is that going to, er, happen? ))

[eden .]

>> okay so the spelling is completely off probably but like google translate won't translate "I'm sorry" into the most formal sense and it's saying that the one I used means "regrowth" and it's being stupid so yeah I just sounded it out.

αleх • ĸeυм
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eιɢнтeeɴ | ғeмαle | тαɴнα | cold reαdιɴɢ, eхтrαcтιoɴ, ιɴтerroɢαтιoɴ, recoɴɴαιѕѕαɴce

Alex paused and stared in amazement as the midget from before approached and asked her to dance -- of all things! -- and nearly snorted when Tom said in her ear, "Don't run into a mess, Alex." Jesus, way to jinx everything on this earth to heaven and hell.

Her first reaction was to say Hell no, but then she considered that maybe she could try and fake her way out of it. She wanted to make him feel as uncomfortable as possible so he could leave. She didn't feel like dealing with a five foot nothing man-boy that was asking a girl to dance and saw her coming out with one of the most important documents of today. So, in conclusion, she said to him, "재성합니다, 영아 잘 멋해요 [My apologies, I can't speak English very well]." She prayed to God that he didn't know Korean -- well, what guy just randomly learns Korean, these days? Although he knew Russian, apparently -- and she adopted an apologetic and vaguely confused and extremely flustered expression. She backed up a little bit too, and raised a hand and waved it back and forth a little bit to denote that she had no idea what was happening and that she was sorry or something like that.

She didn't know what his reaction was, but she didn't wait to see it. Deciding that she better get a move on, Alex disappeared into the basement. The place was relatively small, although there was enough room to maneuver. Hastily but thoroughly, Alex swept through the floor, going through each room and checking the most common places people would keep a document [if this didn't work, then she could do a more detailed search, next]. She reached the last room and prepared to look around, but she found that it wasn't necessary. In front of her, sitting casually, plain as day, was a large dresser made of safes. Kind of like a wall of safety deposit boxes in a bank.

"Uh, yeah, I think I know where the documents are," Alex said to the others. "It's going to take me a second to crack them open and look through them all. Is anyone coming?"

[Smamm]

((Okay, my problem with the kidnapping thing is that a number of users have already asked, and I denied them because last time not many of us were fond of the idea... So because I've denied them, I can't give you the go ahead; that would be unfair to those who brought up the idea earlier... You know?))

((Sillier stuff can take place after the mission, of course! Between missions they have a day off, so once they arrive back at headquarters they have the day off and such. There can also be stuff going on on the plane and whatnot; so whatever makes ya'll happy! xD))

i'm a nightmare, a disaster
t h a t s w h a t t h e y a l w a y s s a i d: i m a l o s t c a u s e, n o t a h e r o
but i'll make it on my own

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вeɴтley lαyтoɴ | мαle | 18 |ѕιɴɢle [ɴo crυѕн] | нαɴd-тo-нαɴd coмвαт
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The boy decided to ignore Lidia's comment, just as he had dismissed the sight of her and the other boy parting ways as Bentley returned. Instead he had asked his own question, and sipped from his glass as he waited upon the terms of their bet. He couldn't help but crack a knowing smile at the mention of her terms, leaving most the bet up to him. His gaze dropped from her to his glass as he swirled it delicately, watching the bubbly liquid surge. Before taking another gulp, the boy mumbled to himself in thought, "Hmmmmm..." His eyes returned to Lidia's as his lips parted from the rim of his glass, responding, "Я, скорее всего, потеряет эту ставку (I'll likely be losing this bet)." While he wasn't one to turn down a bet, even he couldn't deny this would be a losing battle. Since Bentley's pride was one thing he could not let down, he had to take the bet; even if women were the one sole factor that could lead his pride astray (and alcohol, but that was beside the point). He returned to swirling his champaign, holding out his arm for Lidia once again. He returned his attention to the crowd, continuing his search for Pitor.

As the girl twined her arm with his, Bent began to lead through the crowd. Standing still had proven to single them out, so disappearing into the crowd may help conceal them for the time being. The Tanha agents already knew what Bentley and Lidia looked like, though, so it was a tactic that surely wouldn't last long enough. "Если бы я так случиться, чтобы выиграть эту ставку, то что это значит для меня? И если я проиграю, то, что это значит для вас (If I so happen to win this bet, then what's in it for me? And if I lose, what's in it for you)?" he queried, taking the final gulp of golden beverage. While he would've been happy to have staked his claim in the bet, it was only chivalrous to let her decide; she had made the bet in the first place, after all, so she traditionally should be the one to decide the terms.

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[eden .]

>> maybe down the line there can be some sort of showdown like that? I wish you guys had a psychology person as well ... that sort of fast paced mental battle of wits seems really fun to rp XD
>> but of course, torturing someone would be interesting too. uwu ''
>> I'm waiting for city to post gabrielle tracking alex down asdlkfj ;alskdjf j

[abandoned.]

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Lidia watched the temporarily blonde male, waiting for his response. She knew she was giving a lot of freedom on this bet—just because she knew it wasn't entirely fair. It was part of his nature, after all, and you couldn't always go against it. Natural instinct or something like that. It was difficult, but it was possible.

The girl's eyebrows rose when he made his statement, surprised. “Вы уже признать поражение? (You're already admitting defeat?)” she asked, shrugging. If he declined the bet...she was pretty sure that it was the first one she'd see him refusing to do. She only shrugged, taking one quick glance around the room, before looking back at Bentley and seeing that he was holding his arm out towards her. Did they really have to spend the whole evening this way, walking arm in arm? Well, it was better than spending the night with someone like the man she'd had to spend a few minutes with, just so she could blend in and seem like one of the guests.

Taking his arm, she allowed him to lead them around the room, smiling slightly when he continued to question about the bet. So, it looked like he wasn't going to refuse. “Ну ... видя, как мы в значительной степени пользовался мучительных, раздражающих и стыдно друг друга каждый шанс, который мы получили раньше ... я думаю, что-то подобное будет работать? (Well...seeing as how we pretty much enjoyed tormenting, annoying and embarrassing each other every chance we got before...I'd think something along those lines would work?)” she said, before continuing.

"Я не знаю, как вы, но я не хотел бы, чтобы прислушиваться к заказам в течение какого срока победитель решает. Если у вас есть что-то лучше предложить, не стесняйтесь. В пределах разумного. (I don't know about you, but I'd hate to have to listen to orders for however long the winner decides. Unless you have something better to suggest, feel free to. Within reason.)”

Finished speaking about the bet, Lidia once again focused on finding Pitor. Strange how the host was a no show to his own party. Unless he'd been there earlier and they had missed him. Her eyes sweeped the room periodically, though she'd let her gaze fall onto mundane things that really didn't capture her attention, though she acted as they had. Я думаю, Таллула и Маркова как сказал Петр был в своем кабинете. (I think Tallulah and Markov both said Piotr was in his office.)” she muttered under her breath.


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[[ this failed so badly ;n; ]]

[city;]

[I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry! I've spent the week up at the hospital w/ my sis ... So yah. No time so far for long replies. Hope this doesn't suck too badly. ._____.]
[HAI. ASIAN. YAH. YOU. Could you like ... Lure Gabry into a trap where she ends up dangling from the ceiling by her ankles? XD
Or really, just some sort of trap that's inescapable unless you know the code. And like ... Somebody from BlackStar comes to get her down. :D ]

➽ . . . ｇａｂｒｉｅｌｌｅ ｆｏｒｄ

{ 'ｇａｂｒｙ' } { ｆｅｍａｌｅ } { ｂｌａｃｋｓｔａｒ } { ｏｕｔｆｉｔ }

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Gabrielle looked at Tallulah in slight disappointment, due to the fact that she kept acting nervous. "Будете ли вы успокоились? Я стратега в этой ситуации. [Will you calm down? I'm the strategist in this situation.]" Gabrielle whispered in Tallulah's ear, a giant grin on her face to add the effect of whispering a petty or worthless secret to a friend; some sort of gossip or useless piece of drama to add to their pointless lives. But at least her attitude improved when the duo had reached the gigantic doors. Gabrielle passed through the giant stone pillars, wary of those around her, making sure that she didn't cause a scene by accidentally running face-first into the queen of some foreign, highly secret country that had nuclear weapons the size of a ring in her pocket. That wouldn't end well, now would it?

"О, благодарю вас", ["oh, thank you,"] Gabry said, a two-faced grin spreading across her pale pink lips. "О, Tally, дорогая! Не заставляйте меня чувствовать себя плохо о не в состоянии идти! Это походило на вечеринку года!" ["Oh, Tally, darling! Don't make me feel bad about not being able to go! That seemed like the party of the year!"] A counterfeit pout crossed her face, as she took the champagne from Tallulah's hands. A dainty but well-trained hand lifted the glass to her lips, but was tempted to throw the beaker across the room because of how bitter it was. She wrinkled her nose, saying, "Это немного слишком сильны для меня, Tally, дорогая. Может быть, просто вина". ["This is a tad too strong for me, Tally, dear. Maybe just wine."] Gabrielle payed close attention to what Tallulah was doing, just to make sure that she wasn't going to jeopardize their mission as a duo. If one of them did something that contradicted the other's actions, then what would that mean for the two of them? It would definitely blow their cover, and possibly endanger all assassins, because their first instinct would be to fight, and not flee. So, she played along, giggling when Tally said something that would be funny to any other girl, or when there was a male that looked their way. Of course, she was worried when she looked across the room, and saw Bentley nearly murder guy that patted his back. Figures. He's always sour to anybody that goes near him.

So, no. It didn't surprise her.

Gabrielle took Tallulah's glass graciously, waving her away with a carefully placed wink, turning around and setting the two glasses on a waiter's tray that passed by. It was then, as she was turned towards the stairwell when she saw a flash of blue. Immeadiately, her senses went into hyperdrive, thinking it was some sort of missile or bomb that had invaded the party. Instead, she was suprised to find it was just a girl. But with blue hair ... How odd. That wasn't something that a socialite would do, because to most countries [except to possibly America or somewhere that the fashion trends could become outrageous] it was considered slightly too bold; especially at a white-tie event like the one Gabrielle was attending -- though, she didn't really have to be white tie. If she wanted, she could have just shown up in normal clothes, blown the other's cover, and possibly gotten them all killed. It was as she was thinking about how weird that girl was did she come across a voice in her head. No, not the kind that would force one to do horrible things like some Schizophrenic's hallucinations, but a voice that seemed mechanical; a voice she knew. "What? Who is this ... Person tagging us?" She listened to the small description, instantly filtering the face from the crowd. This worried her, seeing as he was walking this way.

By that time, the girl with blue hair had vanished, and Tallulah had come back from the dance with the boy, this tagger was upon the two of them. Thank god he spoke to Tallulah first. She listened intently to the guy [whose name she didn't know] as he spoke to Tallulah. Gabry winked and leaned close to her friend, whispering a quick "that's the tagger" and "be careful" before putting a hand on her arm. "Удачи!" ["Have fun!"] Gabrielle then turned back to the boy, approaching his side. "Найди меня позже", ["find me later,"] she said, her voice a tone lower as she brushed past him. Without a further look, she vanished into the crowd, blending in fairly well. Immediately, she went for the bathrooms -- a reasonable place to stop for a moment, after just being asked for a dance -- to speak over her com. As soon as Gabrielle was safely inside the barricaded and locked door, she said quietly -- because she knew how startling it was when Bentley talked -- to the assassins, "Tallulah's dancing with the tagger, judging by the description Bentley gave. He probably doesn't know who Tally and I are yet, so maybe Markov and Lidia are safe. I found a suspicious girl, who I think may just take me to the Document. Tally," Gabrielle said through the com, "find me after the dance is done. You'll know where, I'm sure. We're hunting down a Korean girl with blue hair. Steer clear." on that beautiful note, Gabrielle left the restroom, after a quick "fix-something-so-it-doesn't-look-suspicious" moment, and walked across the foyer. It was easy to pick out the girl sporting vibrant blue hair when she moved, because it somewhat swayed. In a room full of neutral colors such as browns, golds and silvers, it was extremely simple for one to latch into such a vivacious color; it was almost like eye-candy, and a tool at the same time.

Gabrielle seemed to meld into the crowd as she walked, knowing how not to raw attention to herself in a positive way. She followed the girl down into the basement, wondering what she thought was down there. The document? Piotr? What was this girl thinking? Gabry followed her for a ways, eventually coming upon a room full of bank-box like room, most likely filled with documents. "I don't think they're coming." Gabry said as soon as she was about a hard away from the girl. "Disable your com, or I will snap your bones. One. By. One." The threat would he been menacing, except ... Gabry was in heels and a dress. That kind of subtracted from the "I WILL STRANGLE YOU" aura that an assassin carried.