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Tweak says, "CHARITY WORK!"

Sofia Martelli (bound_sofia) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-10-28 14:24:00

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guillaume danjou, in progress, public, sofia martelli

Don't say you know me, you don't even know me...
Date: 10/28
Time: Midnight
Location: Royal Nest
Characters: Sofia Martelli, Guillaume d'Anjou
Description: Just call her Grumpy!fia
Status: Private, in progress.

Sofia's lip curled into a snarl, her fangs flashing. "Pay more attention!" she snapped in Avery's ear from behind, thumping the man's boot with her toe. "Shoulder width!" With every step she took behind the line of men, her mind thought back to Louisiana.

She would never posses the patience that her Sire had. But now was not the time for that. "We're at war!" she yelled, coming to a stop and shifting her stance to face them fully. All in line, the men stood at attention, the woman's seriousness even more intimidating than her previous indifference. The unsurity in his eyes earned Avery a smack upside the back of his head.

Her mood had only gotten worse since she and Guillaume had returned from their trip. With each passing day, she had thrown herself more and more into her work, into their work. After seeing him rise, his limbs shaking but functional, all she could think about was how close she was to getting him back.

And how close they both were to being...something more.

Tongue trailing across her fang, her eyes narrowed in judgment of each and every one of these men. "Practice your stance. Your aim. Do. Not. Miss. Or I will shoot you myself and Valerian won't have to get his hands on you." Her finger trailed along the top of the table. What had been filled with his weapons (and her own Wolfgang and Amadeus) not too long ago was now just as speckled with firearms, though none had any sentimental value to the vampire.

"Get to it!" she snapped. And with a glance up to the security camera, Sofia stomped out the room.

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bound_guillaume
2014-11-02 01:55 pm UTC (link)

"I don't even know what that is," he said, raising an eyebrow at the overtly innocent, yet entirely flirtatious liberty she was taking with his cigarette. "Sounds like a motorbike."

He took the cigarette back, and inhaled, feeling a jolt through his blood as he tasted Sofia's on the end of it. He glanced up at her, inwardly impressed. To anyone looking on, it would seem as if they were sharing a smoke, discussing something about security policy, or whatever it was that Guillaume and Sofia talked about. The reality was far more intimate.

"Speaking of," he said, inhaling sharply as the blood and nicotine flooded his lungs. "That machine you wanted is available. Only problem is it's into Tokyo, and the man is being... incredibly obstinate. Particularly for someone who's charging so much for so little."

Sofia had been banging on about this motorcycle for years now, some sort of Japanese-Italian fusion thing. He didn't know. Either way, he'd put feelers out, and had finally, finally managed to commission someone to build one. Only they'd apparently never left Japan, and had no plans to do so in the mean time. Some cultural thing about respect - he took the time to build it, you took the time to come and get it (with a briefcase full of cash).

"So, when things are a bit quieter, looks like you and me will be Japan-bound. I have a few things I need to do there in the very near future, anyway."

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