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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2017 22:27:06 GMT
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Long Live the Queen
a god doesn't turn at the cries of a worm
Yennefer stood at the side of her office where the glass windows stretched from floor to ceiling. The skyline of San Francisco stretched before her just far enough away to keep from the aggravation of constant car horns and sirens - the sounds of meaningless lives crowding around one another like maggots. Disgusting...
But at this distance the city seemed perfectly framed. Here, she could see the larger shadows, the darker lines. Here, she saw the potential it housed within its boundaries. It was the first city she'd taken, but someone had gone and made it into a mess...
That's where an old talent came in. Sophia Blood wasn't the most reliably consistent woman, but she was incredibly gifted in the more obscure needs to acquire information.In this case, the information had come from a more concrete source than most; an eye witness, her own Duchess. Now that a decent amount of time had passed it was safer to wander about such hot zones. The facility was surely still monitored, but nothing she wasn't confident that the thief couldn't handle.
Already she was borderline late, causing the Queen's head to turn at the thought and read the large clock on the wall. Punctuality was something she didn't have much patience with. Sophia knew this, she was sure, or she wouldn't already be testing her attitude... The woman had a grand habit of testing the waters to discover just exactly how much she could get away with. The answer? Too much. Had she been anything less than valuable to the Queen's work, she would've been dealt with. As it stood, though, it wasn't a battle worth fighting, it was best to let childish minds do as they must to play so long as the goal is achieved.
Finally, a sound in the room besides her own breathing or the ticking clock hit her ears. "You're late," by twenty seconds. Of course she'd let herself in, Yennefer hadn't expected anything less. "And here I thought you might be the least bit excited and on time for a chance at another challenge."
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on Dec 4, 2017 1:14:18 GMT
❝ Lead me not into temptation... Oh who am I kidding. FOLLOW ME I know a shortcut ❞
Yennefer wasn't in the room of course. She was actually a few floors down, waiting for Sophia to turn up for their meeting.
It hadn't been particularly difficult to get in, though the dress and heels had definitely made things more awkward than they strictly had to be; Sophia would never turn up to a meeting without looking her best, especially when she was meeting a person as stunning as Yennefer - Sophia doubted she'd live through the night if she ever actually managed to bed the other woman, but what was life without a little risk to spice things up?
She poured herself another glass and glanced at the clock. Gah, why was it taking so long? If she took the elevator down now, she'd be five minutes early for her meeting with Yenny, and that just wouldn't do at all. How could she live with herself if she arrived early for something, or even, god forbid, on time? The absolute scandal.
Sophia giggled quietly.
Honestly, she'd expected that it'd take her longer to get in. The Queen of Spades was getting sloppy, she'd only had to go through three guards in total to get here. There ought to have been at least twice that. A pout creased her lips as Sophia mused.
And the guards had been so silly as well. The first one had been sensible enough, at least until Sophia smacked him silly with his own gun for having the temerity to point it at her for being in a restricted area - seriously, you'd think Yennefer would've told them not to bother. The second had been very young and very inexperienced, so Sophia had flirted until he was a blushing puddle and then she'd locked him in the closet with a promise to come back later - she'd lied of course, but she hadn't had the heart to send him to meet the fairies like she had the first man, so the lie would have to do.
And the third? God, he'd been such a pig. Sophia normally didn't mind people who enjoyed looking - she was beautiful after all, why wouldn't they look? - but the brute had been practically salivating, even as he'd pointed his gun at her. Even that would've been okay if only he had some redeeming qualities of his own, but honestly, Yennefer had no taste in guards.
Why, if Sophia was a criminal mastermind ruling over the entire west coast, there wouldn't have been a single man in the building that was less than a 9.5 out of ten, and quite a few of them would've been shirtless.
But no, Yennefer was always so concerned with people being 'good at their jobs'. Who cared?
Oh would you look at the time, she'd be running a little late if she left now. Oh the humanity, now she'd have to run and that was always a pain in heels.
She took the wine bottle and an extra glass - Yenny had never drank with Sophia before, but there was a first time for everything.
***
Sophia threw the door open with an extravagant gesture, expecting it to move smoothly and come to a halt without making too much of a noise.
Instead, it smashed against the wall with a loud bang.
Yennefer turned around, an eyebrow raised even as she opened her mouth to...
***
Sophia pressed her hand to the door and applied only a modicum of pressure, taking care not to make a sound. The door slid open smoothly, as if it was floating rather than attached to hinges.
There, that was much more elegant, much more dignified. Than what you might ask? Than nothing, that's what. Sophia was, of course, the very picture of elegance and dignity. She did not make silly mistakes, no sir. She was perfection incarnate.
"Oh Yennefer, I thought you'd be glad to see me. What happened to the old Yennefer, the one who always looked so happy when I arrived, especially when I came bearing such fabulous red wine and wearing such a wonderful, and accessible, dress?" Sophia pouted, speaking like one would to a grumpy child up until the last dozen words, at which point her tone turned sultry.
There was not, and had never been such a Yennefer, not in this world nor any other, but that who cared about silly things like facts hmm? Not Sophia, that's for sure.
She left the bottle and glass on the desk and took a seat, crossing her legs in a deliberately provocative pose and leaning forward. "Besides darling, you didn't even tell me what it was you wanted. Just that you wanted something." Sophia brushed a lock of hair away from her face and fluttered her eyelashes. "Can you blame a girl for wanting to look her best before such an important meeting?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 4:40:46 GMT
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Long Live the Queen
a god doesn't turn at the cries of a worm
Had Sophia not been as good as she was rumored to be (and had no problem admitting and strutting) then the queen would have no use for her and would've spent her time looking elsewhere. Unfortunately, this thief was the best there was for what she needed. Those that invite a thief openly into their homes ought to know the front door would remain closed and unused at the thief's arrival - thus, she'd made no effort to stop the inevitable and kept only her permanent placement guards at their usual posts while her other assets spent their time someplace more useful. Of course she refused to address her properly... Such disrespect.
Why on earth she'd been the least bit surprised that the label on the wine bottle that first caught her eye looked familiar, she didn't know. "Unusually high-quality taste for you," she replied dryly back with a lack of amusement to the blonde woman's theft. A good wine was wasted on the tongue of someone who wouldn't truly appreciate it and that particular bottle just so happened to be a favorite. "A gift from the governor," she lifted her chin to the bottle and glasses, moving across the room with her straight and confidant stride until remaining standing behind the wide desk.
It had been quite some time since the two had seen one another and already the Queen had realized that absolutely nothing had changed about the Fox. If anything, she was consistent. Her hand reached over to the glass the woman had sat down, fingers curling gently about the bottom of the bell and stem before lifting her eyes to give Sophia a knowing look as she made herself at home. "The accessibility of your dress wouldn't make a difference if you had something that I wanted," the glass tilted towards her, expectant of a pour, "But you don't," her low and smooth voice finished the thought past the breath she'd let hang in the air. Not that Yennefer didn't enjoy the benefits of a physical release - a woman's body had its needs - but attraction was rarely something that ever effected that.
"I had a rather important meeting this past Tuesday that has put a handful of tasks on my list," the Queen straightened her posture to sit in the chair across from Sophia and she crossed one leg over with her hand leaving the glass to clasp the other set of fingers in her lap. The air had changed and rather than irritated retorts, Yennefer had honed her tone to one of an oddly heavy manner. This time, he hadn't called. He came in person. With the West Coast in her possession, she had no choice - as awful as that tasted to think - in ensuring this work get done. Soon.
"One of these tasks, as it so happens, is one I've no one suited for better than yourself. I'm sure you're not disinclined to the thought of a handsome sum... unless you'd rather make your living flirting with accessible dresses to lowlifes that would fall for it , stealing wine from homes much more accommodating than yours, and trying not to kill yourself with boredom." There couldn't have been a thing left in this city that posed a challenge to the thief. She'd faced and laughed at them all.
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Dec 12, 2017 11:45:54 GMT
Post by Sophia Blood on Dec 12, 2017 11:45:54 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street ❞
Admittedly, however, Sophia's taste in wine was not nearly as refined, so maybe Yen did have a point. After all, to her the bottle she'd picked had just been the most expensive looking one - Sophia may have had fairly low standards when it came to the quality of her alcohol, but she could definitely recognise value.
Her wine cellar at home was full of very expensive alcohol, but that was more of a front than anything else; Sophia wasn't much of a drinker - she liked having a clear head, and intoxication made it more difficult to use her ability.
Yennefer's judgement was definitely clouded right now, for instance. After all, of course Sophia had something she wanted - Sophia was gorgeous, everyone wanted her, as was right and proper. But she would forgive Yennefer's lie, for she was as kind as she was beautiful, and Sophia was very beautiful.
Oh, Yenny was always so serious. She never called Sophia for anything fun, it was always steal this or break into there. She needed to lighten up. Sophia's eyes brightened as she thought of something that might work.
Sophia was out of her seat and in Yennefer's face in an eyeblink, curling up on the other woman's lap and running a finger along her face. "Oh my dear, you really need to..."
An invisible blow sent Sophia flying as Yennefer finally reacted, and in the last few moments they had Sophia laughed and laughed and...
***
Sophia had to muster all of her considerable self control to keep herself from giggling. It hadn't made Yennefer laugh, but at least it had made Sophia feel better.
But now the woman was talking about the reason she'd called Sophia, something about a meeting that had given her a few things she needed done.
Oooooh, did Yenny have a boss? Sophia was upset the other woman hadn't told her this before, it sounded like pretty important gossip, something that you should definitely share with the attractive woman that you kept meeting.
Sophia, in a rare moment of calculation, decided to go for the throat. "Oh darling, you never told me there was someone who could give you orders. Why, if I'd known I might've asked them for a leash for you."
The air turned dark and heavy - Yennefer's face didn't so much as twitch, but Sophia sensed that she'd pushed the other woman more than she really should have. Perhaps she'd gone a little too far, better to be diplomatic.
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"Oh darling, you know that cash isn't enough for me. The job has to be interesting dear, if you don't have something entertaining for me you'll need to offer more than money." Sophia gave an exaggerated wink - she wasn't actually that interested in sleeping with the high and mighty Queen of Spades - no more than she was with any other attractive woman - but she definitely wouldn't be complaining if it worked.
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Dec 21, 2017 23:16:37 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 23:16:37 GMT
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Long Live the Queen
a god doesn't turn at the cries of a worm
Rather than pouring the wine she'd just stolen like someone moderately respectful, Sophia moved swiftly around the side of Yennefer's desk with rolling hips that already suggested her intent. In a mere second she was on the Queen's lap, curled like a kitten, and while that it was a beautifully appreciated thing to be so fawned over, the annoyance came from the exaggerated falsity of Sophia's performance.
The second her fingers caressed the side of the Queen's face she'd find herself across the room and slamming into a perfectly good and ungodly expensive mirror. Look what she went and made her do... Yen stood, a hand lifting to start cleaning the mess off the floor - the woman, not the broken glass - and she stepped closer to- ~*~*~*~ The look on her smug, antagonistic face already had her blood a little hotter than she liked. As ice cold as she was, somehow Sophia alone found all the ways to start thawing her. How annoying. There was no better word that fit the thief. Annoying. The second those lips parted with that chance-taking tone she knew how this would end. With every word spoken, the more slow, slight pressure the Queen gradually pressed onto the woman's skull to silence her as a warning. If looks could kill, Sophia's next disgusting breath would be fatal. ~*~*~*~ A wink. How primal and common of her, not that she expected anything more. "Did the words 'kill' and 'boredom' not just escape me? I swear, every time I set a new standard for you, you impress me by lowering it," she sighed heavily, the bottle lifting of its own accord. If you 'wanted something done right', after all. Both glasses filled to their halves, one sliding closer to Sophia's side of the desk while the other remained in front of the Queen. "Not a compliment," she reassured. After she took a moment to swirl the contents of the dry wine, letting it breathe the air in around it and seep around the glass, she perked a brow and drew her attention back to the thief across from her. "The North American Councillor has come to me with a request. One well within a doable scope that will simply need more... exotic resources," she dared use the word, "The first step of this task is yours should you choose to take it. Rather than a corporate bank or museum where your talents are utterly wasted, I'd have you at the site of the Event," her head tilted the woman's way slightly, lifting the glass to press against her lower lip - or so it'd seem - until pulling it away with naught a single speck of smudge on the clear crystal.
Never a trace. Not even in her own dwelling.
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on Jan 3, 2018 0:28:26 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street❞
And the North American councillor was involved as well? Oooh, that had to grate on Yennefer's oh so perfect ego. She really was like a little princess, annoyed that daddy had interfered in her play.
"Oh Yennefer darling, don't worry your pretty little head, I'm sure the councillor didn't mean to disrupt your time in the play pen."
Wait, that came out wrong.
***
"Oh Yennefer darling, I'm sure your daddy didn't mean to disrupt your little daydream."
Hmm. She may have chosen her words poorly. There was wine all over Sophia's clothes, the glass she'd been holding having been snapped in half.
***
Sophia, with the incredible foresight granted by her infinite wisdom, decided that she should probably wait for the Queen of Spades to finish speaking before beginning her response.
Oooooooh, was that a Mission Impossible reference? Sophia loved those movies, which was of course nothing to do with the absolutely gorgeous blonde who would be starring in the sixth one, no siree. Sophia Hewitt had nothing to do with Sophia Blood, of course. Why, they'd never even met.
And Yenny even wanted her to break into a top-secret location, one that was likely guarded by some very dangerous people.
Sophia wetted her bottom lip; nothing got her going as well as a proper challenge.
"Oh Yennefer, sweetheart, why didn't you tell me before that this was what you wanted? Why, maybe I'd even have arrived early." Sophia giggled lightly, raising her glass to her lips. She breathed lightly, locking eyes with the woman opposite as she sipped, letting her lip catch on the brim and smiling.
Flirtation was a sacred art, and Sophia it's most dedicated practitioner.
"I'll take the job of course. We can discuss my payment," Sophia paused to give Yennefer another smouldering glance, "later."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 7:10:25 GMT
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Long Live the Queen
a god doesn't turn at the cries of a worm
Judging from the woman's easily observable expression that the offer had left both an impression and an intrigue, Yennefer guessed it was enough of a challenging incentive. Another traceless drink of wine filled the Queen's mouth, the flavors swishing slowly about to properly study the many accents and hints of its origin and age. The comment on time had her swallowing it earlier than she'd wanted. "No, you wouldn't have," the response was bland and she stood situated differently in her chair to press few numbers along a safe-kept drawer. It beeped in confirmation shortly after.
Opening with a pull, she bent slightly to reach down within it. "We'll discuss part of it now." She had no wish or want for the woman's physically childish and promiscuous ways. This was business. "This task will require work. Plenty of it. Incredible amounts of preparation, recorded evidence both visual and audio, documentation, and above all complete discretion," the last bit earned a look up from the drawer to the eccentric woman across from her; a chilled glint in her eyes. "I trust you'll provide that without fail." Perhaps it was a threat. Perhaps it wasn't. Most knew well enough not to test to try and find out.
"A high-risk task requires a high reward." From the drawer, she pulled a leather-bound folder and set it on the table with her hand over it still for safekeeping. "A deed. To the Leighton House in the United Kingdom. Both its property and the museum's revenue will belong to one 'Miss Sophie Hewitt' once signed on the dotted line," a brow piqued upwards, rather proud of the ways she'd learned over the years to entice her... interesting colleague. The queen removed her hand, sliding it back from the folder to her lap again should the woman wish to verify its reality and genuine nature. "I'm willing to hear any requests you may have before we get into the details of what needs doing. Within reason."
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on Mar 1, 2018 2:11:00 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street❞
Had Sophia been the type to analyse things, she might've made some interesting observations on Yen's uncharacteristic behaviour - perhaps the Queen of Spades had been more shaken by the intrusion of a Councillor than she would ever admit, if she was not only calling Sophia in but offering such a vast reward.
But Sophia was not that kind of person, since she was rather too busy salivating at the reward to really give a damn.
"Oh Yennefer, you really know the way to a girl's heart." Sophia sat back in her chair, setting her glass on the desk and suddenly turning serious. Before had been pleasure, but this, at least, was business. Her posture was markedly different, back straight and hands folded in her lap, eyes focused on Yennefer's. "Now let's get down to business. What exactly do you need from me?"
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Apr 25, 2018 20:57:26 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 20:57:26 GMT
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Long Live the Queen
a god doesn't turn at the cries of a worm
The heat of proud victory sparked momentarily like a dull star at the center of her chest; a muted emotion for most, but strongly influential to the Queen's thoughts and processes when it showed itself. She'd successfully made the words "now let's get down to business" come out of the most childishly irritating, thieving metahuman on this side of the nation with a folder of paperwork. Every person had a puppet string hidden somewhere... it just took patience in finding.
"Two things. One exists, the other might be long gone," she took a deep breath through her nose and leaned back in the comfortable leather of her chair, glass still loosely held in one hand. "Footage. The FBI and Homeland Security are purging the site at the end of this month. I'd rather not waste the amount of time and resources it'd take to dig deep into the heart of the government's data files... so we'll be making a copy of the original without notice. That means we have until the site's purge to reach the footage's source and help ourselves."
The plan, to any, would be an impossible feat without force. Even someone lucky enough with the gift of invisibility would still have to fill the rare odds of technological intelligence and succeed every inch of the task without error. Sophia... well, had room to erase those errors. Impossible for many, doable for her. Yennefer's opinion of the woman was anything other than secret, but she never made a habit of underestimation.
The Queen lifted her glass and sipped the last bit before slowly twirling and tilting the crystal in casual observation. "Fortunately, the government is bound by rules and regulations that give us time to obtain such things. Unfortunately, this famed 'Doctor' wasn't. I'm not counting on her work not being completely obliterated even before she released the Event. But, on the off-chance that scraps have somehow survived..." her eyes lifted seriously to Sophia, an almost comradery understanding sharply exuding from them, "I'd rather burn for eternity than let those federal human pigs have and hold onto it only for themselves. It cannot be allowed."
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on May 3, 2018 22:49:30 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street❞
She'd expected a task that would only take a few days, but even a thief of Sophia's innumerable talents would need more time than that for this particular task. This wouldn't be one of those easy jobs where she could just glance at the plans and muddle her way through from there, this would take proper planning and research. Sophia had worked hard to cultivate her image as a woman who never made mistakes, and while that was simple enough to preserve day-to-day this was another matter entirely.
Sophia's power could save her from small errors, but it could only ever give her ten seconds of leeway. With a job like this, that wouldn't be nearly enough. Everything would have to be perfect.
But then, Sophia was a professional. This wasn't some insurmountable challenge - when it came to thievery the Fox was the unstoppable force, and there was no immovable object.
Yen wanted something? The Fox would get it for her. It didn't matter who or what was protecting it, the Fox could steal it. There were only one person left in the world that the Fox would refuse to steal from: The Doctor had been a scary figure in Sophia's mind, but with her dead there was just the High Councillor. Anyone else, and she'd do it. The European Councillor, the American Councillor, anyone except him. Even Sophia, confident as she was, wasn't stupid enough to do anything that might piss him off.
The only people who survived his wrath, wished that they'd fallen to it.
But Yen wasn't asking the Fox to steal from the most terrifying man in the world. She was asking her to raid a government location and pinch some footage. Child's play.
"Whatever there is, you'll be holding it in your hands by the end of the month. I'll need everything you've already learned about the site." A flash of the normal Sophia broke through the professional facade, as she leaned forward and tapped Yennefer's desk with a single finger. "No holding back on me now Yennefer."
The arrogance shone through, as it always did. "I can do it without your help, but it'd save me an hour at least."
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