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ensnared butterfly

There were several types of individuals that, by nature, clash exponentially with Victoria Song. Some were those with despicable personalities; the cocky bastards or the stick-up-their-asses. Others included the ones who practised loathsome actions; the bad mannered hands, the uncontrollable nervous twitches, the incessant tongue swiping. And today, she decided that she's found yet another type of individual that, without a doubt, got on her nerves. 

The kind that was desperate enough to try and crawl away from her, even if she had the barrel of her gun pointed perfectly between his brows -- a position that she rather enjoyed, being able to see her targets going cross-eyed moments before their death. She wasn't a sadist, finding no particular pleasure in inflicting pain (and more commonly, death) to people, but if she is to live her life as an agent, she might as well amuse herself, even in the slightest bit. Normally, she wasn't one to drag out her missions -- in fact, by this time, she would have been back in her home, catching the newest episode of whatever drama was on. Today was one of those rare days she was assigned a mission during the day, with orders to track down and eliminate the co-director of a japanese-korean shipping industry. Which landed her in the current situation, chasing said director down the public-filled streets.

Perhaps it was the surprise that someone had actually attempted to get away from her that allowed her to pause long enough for him to escape her grasp. It wasn't every day someone still had enough guts to run, even if there was no holes left for them to crawl in. Of course, her target never truly left her sight, running madly through the streets and blundering into people, creating quite the seen. Victoria herself was calmly trailing after him, almost unseen, blending in with the public. Finally, the businessman slipped into a quieter street, where the last remaining students of a nearby school were just leaving -- some evacuating a bit quicker at the sight of the panicked man. A smile graced her features, gun ready in hand as she flounced towards him with ease. 

The moment he caught sight of her, all blood seemed to drain from his face. But in that same moment, his gaze hardened, the steely determination of a desperate man ready to do anything to keep his life. And that was exactly what he did upon settling his gaze on a young girl unfortunate enough to have her attention captured by something else. In two strides he had approached her from behind, whipping out a hidden knife and pressing the edge against her throat. 'Move girl, and that will be the last thing you ever do.' Cliché? Definitely. 

... Fuck. Things had just gotten a tad complicated.

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Crowd control? Even as she opened her mouth to voice her question, the other woman was already a disappearing figure, melting into the crowd until she became indistinguishable from all the other guests, surging forward to have their last view of the other Senator before he left. Suddenly aware that something was about to happen, she cast several furtive glances around her to make sure no one had any unnecessary attention on her before moving towards the edge of the room, whispering a few words to one of the bodyguards before slipping into a back room. There was only one destination she had in mind -- the hiding place she had concealed her trusty handgun. Although she wasn't quite sure of the situation at hand, it would definitely reassure her to have a weapon on her body. 

A Meeting, A Mission.

A gun’s not necessary for this assignment. She won’t be able to shoot with all these people around, so she’s come prepared. A needle, threaded with a poison that dissolves into the bloodstream. It’s not easy to find these things, but it was simply a matter of trial runs to find the right formula needed to get this right. The needles themselves also have the capacity to melt into the skin once they are embedded in some form of heat so they remain stored in a small cold black box tucked inside Stephanie’s jacket. It’s not the first time she’s used these, though the healing needles themselves turn into sand. “Crowd control,” she murmurs to Victoria about the hustle and bustle of reporters before she’s whisked away with the crowd. Her small frame makes it easy to hide her among the many men and reporters as she shifts to the side. Her eyes lock on their target. This man wouldn’t live long enough to go home to his family.

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Bewilderment crossed her features, expression writing plainly that she had no idea whatsoever as to how this conversation had started, and what the conversation was about. "The right about of tightness ... ?" Clearly, she wasn't really one to understand such references, let alone refrain herself enough to avoid repeating what had been said and further embarrassing herself. "Um ... I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand ..." She offered the other a shy smile, one hand reaching up to lightly scratch the back of her head -- the universal sign of confusion. 

agt--victoria started following you.

One time I was having a conversation with someone and this is how it went. 

Me: I like it when they’re tight

Them: sometimes I like it more when they’re loose.

Me: it’s comfortable when they’re loose,  easier to move around tbh

Them: But when it’s just the right amount of tightness, it’s amazing.

*random stranger passes by, glaring** 

Me: We’re talking about clothes. JFC—

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#weapon .

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She wasn't quite sure what she did, but the offered smile allowed Victoria to relax ever so slightly. Of course, she wasn't naive enough to drop her guard completely, but it would be a lie to say that she wasn't reassured by the new friendliness presented to her. "Heo Gayoon-ssi ... Again, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Victoria Song, daughter of Senator Park." 

Reaching for a glass, she offers it to the other with a smile. "Would you like a drink?" For some reason, it felt increasingly stuffy in the conference hall, her dress suddenly feeling tighter than it had been before. Even as she maintained her posture and expression, she was more than ready to leave. A glance at the clock discouraged her more -- one more hour until the conference was due to be over. Leaving any earlier than that would arouse suspicion from the various reporters still lingering about, hungry for any and all news.

careful encounter

Raising up one of her brows, Gayoon slightly sucked her teeth when she saw that the lady had noticed her tapping of the finger. Examining the stranger, she tilted her head and glared at every single detail about the woman. Whether it be her face, or her clothes, she tried to figure out what game the other was playing, if she was playing one at all. Gayoon wasn’t too sure, but it was something about the stranger that made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Maybe she was paranoid, or maybe she was just plain crazy, but she was still sort of iffy about the unknown lady. 

Breaking the eye contact and shrugging the thought off,  the woman rubbed one her arms slowly before quickly looking back at the other when she heard her voice. Meeting her eyes with the strangers once again, she offered a soft smile. ‘Maybe she isn’t so bad.’ Gayoon thought to herself. “Gayoon.” She said calmly. “Heo Gayoon.”

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¡ about - 01.

01. Although trained since age six to be presentable in front of guests and important figures, Victoria still retains some of her clumsiness, often tripping at the oddest times, even over thin air. 

#about . #01 .

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Just behind them, she could hear the buzz as reporters backed up ever so slightly to make room for the two Senators -- one of which was her adopted father. Discussions and official document signing had occurred a mere half an hour ago, and now it was just the fuss of formalities and securing friendship. Even without knowing, she knew that her father would be singing praises to the other with that calm, reassuring tone that only he could pull off while doing such degrading actions, complimenting the other's popularity in the running, personal matters such as family, etc. But how it appeared right now mattered not, as Victoria knew that by the first light of tomorrow morning, the other Senator would be gone. Removed from the world by Victoria herself, as her adopted father would soon order from her the moment the conference was over. "Right, thank you. I will take your advice to heart and find some warm milk soon."  

A Meeting, A Mission.

Inside her head, she’s still upset about her conversation with her father. He didn’t want to take her to see through that terrorist bombing happening, even though he wanted a war. She doesn’t know where it would take place, but the fact that he thought she would ruin his plan if she got caught… Stephanie blinks, her plain expression still upholding its front despite being lost in her thoughts. This press conference was supposed to be a deal secured between the two Senators. What deal it was, she doesn’t care. She’s getting double the amount she usually gets for her jobs - $3 million. This better be worth it, she thinks to herself. “Try drinking warm milk. It should help your senses calm down a little, hmm?”

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HEY BB. YA MIGHT NEED THIS. /SHOT'D.

#[ OH MY GOD YOU @$$H0LE ] #[ WHEN YOU TOLD ME TO OPEN MY SUBMIT I DIDN'T -- ] #[ publishing to reveal to the world tbh ] #[ ooc ] #racerxjr #submission

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[ PRS TALK TO YOUR HUSBAND WITH MORE RESPECT TYVM. ]

[ MY HUSBAND -- n0 REJECTED. G'WAY. B| ... you may redeem yourself if you'd GET YOUR ASS ON AIM. ]

#replies . #[ ooc ] #racerxjr

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Heyyyy!

[ hi !! ♥ dlafkjweidskl we should plot ; o ; (/ runs to hop into your inbox)

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[ eW ]

[ eW yourself. STFU AND GO AWAY. ... (/ ahem) okay, correct to my post. i'm normally friendly and nice and stuff. but when it comes to this -- ... (/ ahems again bc B| ) ]

tiffanyxdemi replied to your post: ¡ my followers

[ It’s funny how your muses are so serious - SOMETIMES - and then you’re all like, derpy. ahaa <3 ]

[ pffftahahaha you know me well, tiff u w u but then again, my muses have their derp moments too :P ]

#replies . #[ ooc ] #withoutxcause #racerxjr #tiffanyxdemi

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¡ my followers

OOC Introduction & Other Stuff

[ hello my lovely followers ; u ; you guys all seem like amazing roleplayers and i just sobs and hi can we plot. u w u

to be really honest, this is my first ever independent au account -- i've previously roleplayed only in tumblr-based, directory roleplays. so yes, this is a first for me, please take care of me (/ bows) ; o ; i'm friendly -- but a little shy in approaching others. i'll do my best ! 

feel free to please hop into my inbox for plotting, or add me on aim: allegro_spirit. oh ! and a signal boost here would be greatly appreciated too ♥ as well, i'm really willing to follow any and all literate para / script rpers, so if anyone has any friends that are looking for more followers / rpers, i'll gladly follow ~ ]

#[ ooc: notice ] #[ hi u w u >♥ ]

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Is the new acquaintances thing considered a parA?

[ To be honest, I have no idea LOL I suppose so. It started off with just greeting my followers, but people replied so I’m going along with it ^ ^ Can’t pass up a chance to RP, especially with a new muse / account ! Though now that you’ve mentioned it, I should start changing the titles so that they’re not all the same title u w u ]

#[ ooc ] #anon.

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Perhaps she was simply being too jumpy -- the mission from the night before was still fresh in her mind, and she had only received minimal amount of sleep the night before, prior to attending this conference -- but that was no excuse for jeopardizing her current situation. Silently reprimanding herself, making quick eye contact with one of the nearby bodyguards, she turned her attention back to Stephanie, who had just asked her a question. "Yeah, my apologies, it seems I didn't get enough sleep last night and am slightly distracted. I do hope you'll overlook my lack of attention." But even as she spoke such dismissive words, she found herself studying the other, suddenly aware that this woman was definitely more than what she appeared to be. 

♪ New Acquaintances

Stephanie caught a glimpse of the other female’s actions, nowhere near unfamiliar to her at the instinct. She doesn’t use metal guns when attending events like these, but rather, plastic so that she can actually get through security without getting caught. “Are you all right?” she murmurs to the other, keeping her eyes on the speaker. Her senses retain their focus around the area but there’s no need in worrying too much about it. She can already count who are the agents and who aren’t, especially with their obvious ear pieces. But seeing the woman next to her… there may be a few undercover ones in the area.

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It was rather tedious work, entertaining the numerous business owners, political figures and other important people of which her father had stressed would 'bring desirable benefits to our cause'. What Victoria would give for it to be night time, when the sun fell from it's glory in the sky of Seoul, Korea, signalling her 'transformation' into her alternate identity -- one of which serving her father meant tracking, obtaining information from, and eliminating those who posed a danger to EACO, the organization dedicated to protecting the citizens of East Asia, or so they say. Of course, she had been trained also to attend such important affairs and support her adopted father in his political standing, so here she was, doing her best to display a presentable image to those attending the conference. 

After greeting two rather greasy, shudder-inducing politicians of lower ranking, it was a sight for sore eyes as she regarded the woman in front of her, immediately recognizing the other as someone who held some -- even if it was a little -- similarity to Victoria herself. It was a skill, she concluded, for people to present a mask appropriate for such occasions; a skill that one had to be able to manipulate to the best of their ability. And it was that mask that she saw in the other, a persona equipped with a smile that -- if not for their different features -- could have them mistaken as two people of the same being. At least, from what she could see. 

"And I thank you for attending, Naeun-ssi, it is likewise an honour to have you here. I'm Victoria Song, daughter of Senator Park." Her eyes carefully studied the other, gaze friendly, yet with an almost knowing twinkle, even if it was her first time meeting the other. "I trust business is well? I have heard many things of Son Jaebeol -- infamous indeed, it is quite difficult not to come by that name."

♪ New Acquaintances

What meeting her father had sent her off to, Naeun hadn’t paid much attention to on the phone when he had explained the details to her — all he needed was to say he had some ‘personal buisiness’ to attend to for her to tell that he was just going to see his concubine again; and he hadn’t even been aware of how obvious he was. Yet, dealing with such knowledge, she would save for another time.

Naeun hadn’t noticed of gritting her teeth until her jaw started to hurt and that was when she remembered she was in the presence of other important figures, immediately putting on her professional standard smile; corner of her lips tugged up just enough to pass off as a smile to begin with and eyes narrowed faintly into the shape of crescent. Friendly, yet distant.

Seeing as the meeting per se was nothing out of the ordinary, the female exhaled a soft sigh, wondering when she could occupy her time with more important matters; for instance the party she was going to host soon for her faction. Economical and political affairs were last at her list of priorities, but what had to be done, had to be done, so there she was, standing in line with an array of other business people, assumingly the press as well, waiting to greet the host - a woman not much older than her.

Without doubt, the young woman was gorgeous and her foreign features let Naeun guess she wasn’t of Korean decent right away. The name had passed her, but she was certain she could pick it up soon enough. Mirroring the other’s gesture by bowing her head just enough as well, buisiness smile still plastered on her lips, she took a step forwards towards the other and extended her hand, clasping it with hers. “The pleasure is all mine, it is an honour to be present today. May I introduce myself?” her head tipped up, “Son Naeun, heir to the infamous Son Jaebeol.”

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The honorific used -- 'Madame' -- tipped the Senator's daughter off that this person, although appearing to be Korean, different had roots of some sort in a foreign country. Victoria, in her life living in the world of politics as the other said -- and in her other life as an agent of EACO -- had dealt with many foreigners, and this would not be an exception... if not for her instinct telling her that something was different with this woman. The way the other held herself, similar -- if not even more so -- to the elegant way Victoria had been taught. "Of course, there's no escaping it." She lets out a soft laugh, about to say more when someone knocks into her from behind. Reflexively, her hand moves to her hip where her hand gun would normally be strapped to, fingers twitching ever so slightly as she paused, remembering that she was not of her agent identity at the moment. 

♪ New Acquaintances

The thing about these events is no one really asks who anyone is. If they’re worth knowing, there’s no need to ask. If their name is found out, no one needs to know what that person does because the assumption is that they’re important enough to be here. “Likewise, Madame Victoria.” Her hand retracts to clasp together in front of her, side-stepping to create room for the woman to stand next to her as another suit passes by. She watches the show of politicians conversing amongst each other among the supporters and the reporters are scribbling on their notepads with verbatim. It’s a simple press conference but there’s enough video cameras for a scrum later when the politician is done speaking. “Another day in the world of politics?”

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