Post by Miles Landon on Dec 17, 2009 19:45:29 GMT -5
"So you finally get down to it, eh? Wanna see the boss man? Could've made an appointment, but I suppose you'll get in quicker with me. Well, let's go see the Mayor, but first...Marie, get in here." He didn't have to say this last part out loud, as he could have just sent his thoughts at this particular person but he wanted Edmund to know he wasn't stupid and leaving the kid to get captured. Though he preferred to work alone, he did have a partner, and the whole time he was following the scent to this strange little scene he knew she was somewhere behind him thinking she was being very stealthy. Less than a minute later she walked in. Marie Broussard, five foot seven and nothing but trouble.
She might have been one of the most dangerous women in Europe, but she was cute as all hell. A bob haircut, dyed red, framed her face. Deceptively seductive eyes stared out at those gathered in the shop, a strange scarlet luster lent them an exotic quality. Out of Jim's "inner circle" she was the only one Miles had seen wearing anything remotely resembling "magic clothing." Jim's reason for staying away from the robes most wizards wore was, quote, "I don't like to faff about with all that silly archaic nonsense. It's the twenty-first bloody century, get with it, yeah?" In Marie's case she wore what could only be described as the sort of hood and cloak associated with Red Riding Hood, only hers was a dark forest green, worn over a simple black dress. A thin belt hung off her hip, it held a wand holster and her wand. Her badge was also secured to this belt. Her shoes were in complete contrast with the rest of her, a pair of green lowtop Converse. Here was an extremely dangerous person dressed like an indie hipster.
"Oui, mon commandant?" she asked Miles. She was a bit of a no nonsense chick, but even she liked to play her games. She knew exactly what was going on in here, and putting up a false pretense like she was was just silly. She was a telepath, as well as a telekine. Formerly an assassin sent to take out Count Scorpius, her failure to do so before the Shadow War broke out was seen as a major failure and she was subsequently blacklisted. She then bummed around Spain, always returning to Drakborough and the Tunnel until she came under the employ of James Mustang. Almost no one knew her past around here, and wouldn't know who she was. She was smart and had always done her dealings completely anonymously.
"Marie I'm going to take our friend here to see the Mayor. I need you to watch the kid, as a BFC member might be by to illegally," he gave a pointed glare at Edmund, "arrest him for imaginary crimes. If one does show up and won't leave peacefully, you have my permission to tap dance across their frontal lobe." Marie looked at the O'Conners with slight disgust. "Oh, how I hate you, Milosh. But, oui, I will look out for le petit loup. But when you see Alexan, tell him he is a base coward." Her smile when she said this was kind of terrifying.
"Good, and I will. C'mon, you." He motioned for Edmund to follow him out of the shop. "Oh and let Jim know we're on our way."
She might have been one of the most dangerous women in Europe, but she was cute as all hell. A bob haircut, dyed red, framed her face. Deceptively seductive eyes stared out at those gathered in the shop, a strange scarlet luster lent them an exotic quality. Out of Jim's "inner circle" she was the only one Miles had seen wearing anything remotely resembling "magic clothing." Jim's reason for staying away from the robes most wizards wore was, quote, "I don't like to faff about with all that silly archaic nonsense. It's the twenty-first bloody century, get with it, yeah?" In Marie's case she wore what could only be described as the sort of hood and cloak associated with Red Riding Hood, only hers was a dark forest green, worn over a simple black dress. A thin belt hung off her hip, it held a wand holster and her wand. Her badge was also secured to this belt. Her shoes were in complete contrast with the rest of her, a pair of green lowtop Converse. Here was an extremely dangerous person dressed like an indie hipster.
"Oui, mon commandant?" she asked Miles. She was a bit of a no nonsense chick, but even she liked to play her games. She knew exactly what was going on in here, and putting up a false pretense like she was was just silly. She was a telepath, as well as a telekine. Formerly an assassin sent to take out Count Scorpius, her failure to do so before the Shadow War broke out was seen as a major failure and she was subsequently blacklisted. She then bummed around Spain, always returning to Drakborough and the Tunnel until she came under the employ of James Mustang. Almost no one knew her past around here, and wouldn't know who she was. She was smart and had always done her dealings completely anonymously.
"Marie I'm going to take our friend here to see the Mayor. I need you to watch the kid, as a BFC member might be by to illegally," he gave a pointed glare at Edmund, "arrest him for imaginary crimes. If one does show up and won't leave peacefully, you have my permission to tap dance across their frontal lobe." Marie looked at the O'Conners with slight disgust. "Oh, how I hate you, Milosh. But, oui, I will look out for le petit loup. But when you see Alexan, tell him he is a base coward." Her smile when she said this was kind of terrifying.
"Good, and I will. C'mon, you." He motioned for Edmund to follow him out of the shop. "Oh and let Jim know we're on our way."