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Re: A Rat and a Viper Walk Into a Lighthouse
« Reply #15 on: May 25, 2019, 06:42:37 AM »
Benny shook his head when asked if there were known others. Project Twilight had fairly solid counter measures to gathering information. He hadn't dared sneak into the facility itself, Eva's sire being the main reason. There was no more data to be gathered when you were dead. Being captured was a different story, but chilling memories of Russian code words and sleeper instructions had left Benny wanting to rather die than be controlled like that again. He would not become an experiment, even if it meant the true death.

"I want your skills obviously," he explained, looking at Eva like she was an idiot. What did she think he wanted, for her to be a cocktail waitress? She was the Viper! She was famous for investigative playbook. "I need you to help me find more of these altered humans, links to mortal governments like the FBI, or better yet..." He paused to smoke and to be a dramatic little rat. "... help me capture someone who works there and interrogate them."

He smiled darkly at the last one. The smokers laugh once again filled the lighthouse.
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Re: A Rat and a Viper Walk Into a Lighthouse
« Reply #16 on: May 26, 2019, 09:10:38 AM »
Eva massaged her temples with the claw-like tips of her fingers as Benny continued missing the point. Of fucking course she knew why Benny had called her, she wasn't an idiot. But there was an art to the way their kind did things. Espionage was an elegant back and forth game, a charming dialogue between two friends and two foes. Eva herself had never been good at the game, her attitude and bluntness souring any charm she tried to create, but had always enjoyed the theater of it. Spies and investigators from the past century only cared about the sharing of information, trying to get one over on their rivals. And while that was always the point, they never cared to put the extra work in to make it something more than a simple transaction.

And yet, he continued to force her to tease every little piece of information from him. However, at the mention of someone to capture and interrogate, Eva's mood vastly improved. Most of their kind exclusively got their secrets from the shadows, but Eva believed sometimes the easiest, and most enjoyable, method was to use pain. She flexed her sharp talon like toes, imaging the sticky texture of wet hot blood between them. "Sounds like I'm very much going to enjoy this job." Eva said with a sadistic smile.
“Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.” American Gods, by Neil Gaiman

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Re: A Rat and a Viper Walk Into a Lighthouse
« Reply #17 on: May 26, 2019, 05:11:57 PM »
Benny smiled as Eva confirmed her interest. He would've been shocked if she'd walked away from this. He rose from the table and moved back towards the shadows. His yellow eyes peered out from beneath them.

"Вы начинаете завтра Viper. Доклад Белому Кролику. Доброй ночи."

With that the eyes faded into nothingness, and while Eva couldn't be sure, it was likely that she was alone once more, with only her thoughts and memories to talk with. Benny had gone, the mission given, the terms accepted. Operation Shadow Snake had begun.

Translations:
1) You start tomorrow Viper. Report to the White Rabbit. Goodnight.
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.


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Re: A Rat and a Viper Walk Into a Lighthouse
« Reply #18 on: May 27, 2019, 10:13:05 AM »
Eva remained seated as the Rat disappeared before her eyes. She assumed he had truly left, her employment secured, but she couldn't care less if Benny still chose to watch her from the shadows. The storm outside appeared to be dying down, the last roars of battle softly fading into the distance. She had a few hours before dawn and wanted to use them well. Eva tucked Balthazar back into her cloak and reapplied her mask, just in case any humans might also be watching the storm's retreat, and began to walk the stairs to the lighthouse's balcony. Her hands reached for the cigarette pack she'd offered Benny, but quickly found the Rat had left with the few extras left over. Eva smiled to herself and produced an unopened pack from the deep folds of her cloak.

The sound of plastic being ripped and the crack of the opening pack echoed ominously through the lighthouse, Eva's footsteps a faint rhythm inter-cutting the echo. As she stepped on the balcony, Eva felt moon light engulf her as she lit a cigarette. Her skin tingled, the faintest of feelings caused by her extreme suggestibility to the sun, and Eva took a deep breath in as she stared out to the now lazily sloshing waters below. It had taken ten years, but she was finally getting answers about Bogrov. All signs pointed to him being dead and immediately, Eva's heart was consumed by grief. The memory of her sire and all he had given her burned like a fire in her heart, threatening to turn her to ash. But it eventually faded, although the pain still sat dull in her chest. Don't assume anything... Eva thought sadly to herself. She took a deep drag of her cigarette and watched as the smoke from her mouth drifted softly away from the balcony, out to see, and off to some far away land. She did not know what this City meant for her. But for now she was, for the briefest of moments, content.


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“Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.” American Gods, by Neil Gaiman

The Party Boy ~ Royce - The Viper ~ Eva - The Watch Maker ~ Archie