Username: ashberry
puppy name: Calculate (I don't know why either, so don't ask X3)
puppy Number Wanted: 5
puppy Gender: Female
puppy personality: Calculate is a flirty, wild little girl. A bit high strung and loud, she is a sarcastic loud mouth who has a sharp temper and is a bit of a smart ass. She really is a smart, young one, but she doesn't have the experience to use them smarts. But, she learns quickly, ;3. Calculate has a soft, but commanding voice, with attitude. A bit snarky at times she can flake on many things and, "forget" to do something she promised to do. She isn't the most trustworthy person, but she does have a good head on her shoulders and knows when to hold her tongue. Calculate may seem a bit young and in-experienced, but she does work as an undercover agent for some, 'ahem', unmentioned partys, she's very good at her job...(smirking here)
Story: (This story is written more when she's in anthro form, just to let you know)
Calculate sat at the bar, twiddling her thumbs. She swiveled around in the bar stool she sat on and look out across the room. She had a good vantage point here, but, it could still take some time to find her contact. He was supposed to be a, 'big giveaway'. But, obviously no one had given this guy the memo. With a heavy sigh Calculate turned back around to face the bar and propped her elbows on the counter, and burred her face in her hands. Her ears still searched out anything that would lead to an obvious giveaway, but, of
course, her life wasn't
that easy. At the moment, Calculate mused that she would like to wring the neck of the next person who came near. She admitted that she had a...fiery...temper, but, that had never stopped her before, so, she saw to reason to correct her temper. In fact, it had probably saved her life more than once. The bar tender chose then to walk by and put a drink down in front of her. Grunting her appreciation, she drank the shot in one gulp. A low growl escaped her mouth and she quickly quieted it. The last thing she needed to do was get thrown out, at least sense she hadn't found her contact yet. Turning back around in her seat, Calculate had herself sitting in such a way that she could see the entire bar, her gaze raked each face, daring one of them to approach her. One burly looking guy stood from his seat and waddled his way over to her, more that a little tipsy. "Hey, little lady. Whatcha' doing here all by yourself eh'?" he said in a tone that made Calculate scowl. "Why, I'm here to grab a drink. What about you?" Calculate said in a singsong voice. She was waiting, she could wait, he would make his move and she could then justify her actions. The druk guy leaned forward into her personal space and started to say something, but, he never made it past, "How-". Calculate took that as her chance, she recoiled her fist into a jaw breaking punch and 'shot'. The burly man stumbled back and fell flat on his ass. "Personal space buddy," Calculate said with venom. Giving the man the one finger salute, she got up from her bar stool and started towards the door.
My contact wants to contact me, he can do it himself, Calculate thought bitterly. As she walked out of the bar she could feel a presence walking closely behind her,
Hu, she thought,
Guss no one told this guy that no one sneaks up on me..., The grin on Calculates face was quickly smothered and she walked normally, letting who ever was following her think she hadn't noticed them. As she rounded a corner and whirled around and cough her follower in a hook shot over the jaw. Her hand would hurt bad in the morning, but for now, she more interested in the form laying on the ground. "Who are you? Who sent you?" Calculate said, bombarding him with questions, "Why are you here? Why were you following me?". With a grunt her attacker picked himself up into a sitting position "Well, who I an isn't the question, the question is, am I your contact?". Calculate noticed the glint in his eyes, laughter. She snarled at him. "OK so, your my contact. Spill it," she ordered him. The man simply put his hands up in surrender and got to his feet. With a sigh the man said simply, "The Raven walks a night, thats what i'm supposed to say". And with that he pulled piece of paper from his pocket and whispered, "this is the location, memories and eat it. When you arrive, they should be in the middle of a meeting," and like that, he dissipated into the shadows. Calculate looked down at the paper and smiled,
Obviously, some one likes the classics, She thought with amusement. The meeting was located at an old abandon warehouse. Classic. Calculate the paper and stuffed it into a nearby trash can. No matter how many times they said it, she would NEVER eat paper. That's just gross. With a sharp turn Calculate continued walked in vulgarly the same direction that the paper had said. She took out a long silver gun and screwed on a silencer. Time for work.
Calculate pulled the finishing touches to her sleek outfit and turned to look in her full length mirror. A sleek, black dress that ended above her knees, black high heels, three silver bracelets and a gun with a silencer hooked onto her leg. As a professional assassin, Calculate took her job VERY seriously. And she only did the most high class jobs that required skill and the know how to pull them off successfully. She was loaded with experience and wanted to use it. Your average job was just too easy for her now. For this job, she had to sneak into a high class ball, infiltrate a lock and key meeting and take down a wealthy tycoon known as Teador Monroe. This guy had some high price on his head, for under the table business and an unmentionable little murder on his hands. This was a bit low key for calculate, but, well, lets just say, everything works out for the guy with the gun. And it just so happened, that was her! Her target, 'The Raven', would never see it coming.
Calculate had managed to smooth talk her way into the ball, and was now relaxing comfortably, leaning against a bar in the far back of the room. There were ruffly 600 people here tonight. It might seem impossible, but, there was an opening. She had done a little research on this building and found an old stare case that wasn't being used, there shouldn't be an guards and it just so happened to run right by the conference room her target was waiting in. Calculate took a mental scan of the room with here eyes and then turned around to the bar tender. "A straight shot please," she said with a hint of a smile. The bar tender complied and filled up a little shot glass for her. Drinking it down quick, and turning back to face the room, Calculate took another mental scan, the guards were shifting there movements, she could now get by them with no problems. Swiftly walking trough the crowd, Calculate slipped over to the door and inserted a lock pick. Twisting it to the left than right and up, she heard the oh so satisfying click of an open door. Slipping in and shutting the door soundlessly, Calculate locked the door behind her and the proceeded to take off her high heals. She was good, but not so good that she could do it in high heals.Tossing the shoes to the side she rushed down the stare fights, she would be making a stop at an underground floor, and then, she would be pulling a bit of a disappearing act. With a sigh Calculate took to the stares.
She shifted around, her back to the wall, she had had no trouble with an guards and had found the conference room fairly easily. Now, as she peaked inside, she could see them all, there were 6 business men, all in different shades of white. Except for one. Her target, he always wore black. Too easy. In and out. The smile that crept across her face made her want to laugh at the irony. Well, now or never. Calculate steadied her breathing and cocked her gun. Her target moved to the front of the room, about to give a speech apparently. He stepped right into her line of sight and his chest was a wide open target. Putting her gun out in front she walked into the room, the gasps from all around made her smile. "Someone put a price on your head Raven," Calculate said with a hint of amusement, "A bit over priced for how easy this job turned out to be, but, i'm not complaining". The Raven began to say something, probably wanting to by some time for himself, by she would give him any time. She looked into the scope of her gun. Her finder slowly pulled the trigger. Mission accomplished.
Art: (Please note: I SUCK AT THE SPOT THINGS DX)
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