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> #  @pryceism​​     ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜

“   not  for  breakfast,   unfortunately,    ”     she intoned back,     wearing a pout that had been effortlessly put on as her black painted fingertips pressed the first four digits of pi      (       harold did love the classics   )     into the snack machine’s keypad.        she supposed she could understand his confusion,      after all she’d sent him a message no less than seven hours ago   &   instead of containing a usual variety of helpful clues,    it read a flight time of eleven-fifty pm    &     information on where to find a boarding pass for a flight from lax to laguardia      (     the second drawer in his desk  ).          she’d walked him through the quiet,    morning streets of china town after meeting him at the airport      &      stopping by a hot dog vendor to pick him up�� a little pick me up in the form of a blue,   white   &   gold coffee cup    &    a sunny you can’t visit new york  without one.        she’d used the change that she’d been handed by the vendor to slot into the vending machine that she was now stepping back from.         but she could understand where she’d lost him,      leading him down a few flights of wet stairs   off the street   &   into a barely lit storage room with no other visible entry or exit paths.     

the tips of her fingers joined in front of her waist,      eyes wandering over to him right before the glass door,    followed by the wall of snacks within the machine sprung outwards,       revealing a doorway within the vending machine to their little home.         her eyes turned knowing before she moved forward     &    ducked her head under so that she could step inside,       "   follow me.   ” 

the sound of her heeled boots begun echoing louder   &    louder until they spilled out from the dark,   narrow walkway into the expanse of the abandoned subway station,    the yellow glow of the lights greeting them warmly.               her voice wavered with amusement as she heard nails clicking against cement nearing predictably,      a confused bark leaving bear’s mouth upon sighting them until she bent slightly to run her fingers through his fur,      “   i thought you might want to meet bear ---   ”        she said the name affectionately,      for both outward display   &   for bear’s sake.         she remained with her hips bowed,     hair hanging down the side of the neck as she gazed up at their guest,          “     the rest of the welcome committee aren’t here just yet,    but they will be,      ”        she assured him as she watched his eyes wander the space.            she briefly imagined the look on harold’s face when he discovered she’d shared the location of their secret sanctum without any prior warning,     but she was sure he’d warm up to him once he found out he was here to help with a problem of theirs.    

she rose to her full height,       tilting her face at him     &       leaving bear to investigate the newcomer,        “  so,    what do you think  ?     ”         her arms folded across her torso as she carried herself towards harold’s work station,    “     it might not have all of the amenities that your bosses’ evil headquarters does,     but it’s cozy,      &   not to mention  well  hidden.  ”

[herinterface]

>   #   @pryceism​​   &   @itsasset​​

her lips stretched into a smile before breaking into full blown grin,    her eyelashes blinking along to the rhythm of her speech as she spoke with the with lab coat adorned man trying to make nice with her.        she quipped back about the latest project they  fred  &  he were working on together,        eyes skyrocketing to the ceiling in jest as she clutched a documents folder to her chest.       all of ten minutes had gone by like this,     all the while keeping her team members for the day waiting in wesley’s office just a few feet away.           frankly,    she didn’t see the appeal of the man,     even as she let bubbles of laughter burst from her lips.          flirting wasn’t exactly what she had planned for the day when she’d slid her way into the passenger seat of wesley’s car last week,     minutes before he got in himself    &    told him she had a way to solve one of his little problems.       (     not that she had elaborated much beyond that,   not other than telling him to expect her in a week’s time.     shaw’s instructions had come as single-paged    ).  

when she finally decided she’d gotten what she’d wanted out of her interaction with him she made her exit with her index finger pointed in the direction of wesley’s office,      an apologetic smile      &     a clumsy placement of her hand of his chest,    immediately withdrawn with a laughing breath.          the door to wesley’s office served as a gateway,    shuffling quickly with her folder held tight   behind the door,       --------   &    lengthening her body,     hair flicked behind her shoulder    &    slinging her hands onto her silk covered hips once she was through the threshold.        “  sorry to keep you two  waiting.    i had to keep up  appearances  with one of her lab rat’s back there,   ”        &      her head tilted to the side,      eyes shifting to single out wesley as they widened for effect,    “   personally,    i think  she could do better.  ” 

the mild amusement in her eyes flitted back the second she chose the address the group once again,     fingers tweaking the positioning of her glasses at their rim,    “   so,    are we all ready to hit the road   ?    ” 

[herinterface]

> # @soulreturncd​

she stood,     perched against the wall just outside of the backroom where if one listened hard enough they could hear the faint meowing  &   yowling of the feline creatures in the room over.             her arms were crossed,      eyes wandering around the bar with vague intrigue at the creatures that could be seen doing nothing that different than what she’d witnessed in human bars.           she often wondered how humans had bought their morally upstanding reputation   when they were capable of all of the same barbarity   &    depravity just with an objectively more innocent looking face   &   differing methodology----- they were liars,   cheaters,    murders all the same.         as if They had read her thoughts,      they tuned in with buzzing words about the significance of her task,   of the great impact the human’s on the other end of this would have on the future of things to come.           she felt herself relax despite their differing opinions,        murmuring back to them in the dark corner of the room with a soft,   glowing smile as she hung on their every word.     They knew her better than anyone    &    it made her feel as always like her feet were no longer touching the ground    &  there was no chance of falling.   

on cue,    the vampire in question shot through the door on her left,        the door slamming against the wall in what was a tell-tale sign of defeat,       just as They had predicted        (   she hoped that he was better at following directions than playing poker  ).       her features gleamed with amusement,       head tilting as their eyes made brief eye contact,       “    you know  your three-eyed friend  in there  has a pretty obvious tell...  ”  she breathed out,      her smile perfectly rounded     &    cryptic.         her back came off the wall     &     she trailed behind him,             “   i wouldn’t worry,   though,   ”    she added,  “   something tells me he’ll be put off his game before your next get-together.  ”

[herinterface]

> # @feigenburkle​​

“   ─  ──  i  pictured  you as taller,”   she remarked after a moment with her head tilted,    no acknowledgment for the other woman’s absolute confusion crossing her similar features.    she was the definition of calm,    like there was nothing strange about the mirror effect happening at the door where the other woman stood,   stuck.

a slow smile broached wider at her lips after a moment,    one that at first glance was something that passed for friendly   &  at  second was a mere disguise for the unfathomable activity occurring beneath it.     her palms pushed her up    &   off the edge of wesley’s desk,    her hands clasping in front of her,     “  sorry about the subterfuge,     i thought it’d be easier this way, ”   sending fred a message for an impromptu meeting as wesley did seem easier than having to explain over the phone   (  plus,   it ruined the surprise,   )    “   &   don’t worry,   wesley’s  just  fine.    he’ll be... preoccupied for the next few hours.   ”   ─── the wild goose chase she’d sent him on would keep him busy enough for the remainder of the time she needed,   &    at least he was in good company.   

“  i’m gonna need to borrow you for the day. ”

[herinterface]

> # @itsasset​ :  random generated stater > # ask meme :  still accepting

swathed in a violent embrace with a vampire,     shaw’s stake had dropped   &    was now sitting by her own feet where she stood away,         observing with fascination.         she decided then that this      (   after six minutes or so   )    was the right moment to make her presence known,    toeing at the weapon with her boot,       “   it looks like you’re in trouble there.        can i help ? ”         her silky voice crawled in the space between them,     eyes bashfully downcast to look curiously at the stake,      all with one corner of her lips lifted as she waited for her gaze to settle on her.        she could handle herself in the meantime,      &  how could she pass up an opportunity to hear her ask for it.