Post by Vio on Jun 21, 2023 10:43:33 GMT -5
Ria #8
“Right then,” Agent Iskario announced, manipulating finer control of what was a surprisingly practical ability to produce something akin to a fabric chrysalis. One for each of them. “Looks like we’re in for a wait,” they added, making a note of their own improvised design and even offering an opportunity for Agent Willoughby to say their piece. She merely stared for a moment, mind processing possibilities but mostly focused on gathering the necessary intelligence to perform their operation.
“Might be worth switching up our nest at some point,” Ria suggested quietly. “It doesn’t hurt to get a different perspective on things, but we’ve got time.” Time. An arbitrary label placed upon the motion of the world at large, on the cycle of celestial bodies, and upon the various moments that made up a person’s daily life. Yes, they had time, but how much of it was up for debate. A rush job would likely have serious repercussions for them, mistakes or no, but how long could they afford to linger? It didn’t worry her.
It was during their stakeout, deep into that precious time that they supposedly had so much of, that the weepy woman decided to break the tension with more talk. Idle chit-chat to help them pass the time, but nothing so deep as to distract them from the task at hand.
“If you’re willing to share,” Ria began, following something with her eyes as she ran three fingers through her hair to settle it, all while housed neatly within Lassa’s cloth creation. Quite a snug fit, far from uncomfortable, but not exactly luxurious. “What was your biggest job? Biggest name you’ve helped take down, or been involved with,” she asked, all the while making a mental note of something that was starting to bug her about the cycle of watchmen about the complex. It would be some time later that she realised what it was.
“Mm. I think this is going to be a lot harder than expected. Look there,” she gestured loosely towards a corner visible from their vantage. Another pair of guards were moving around it, their silhouettes at this point committed to Miss Willoughby’s recent memory. “Those two have been passing by at irregular intervals. It’s been taking, what, maybe half an hour for a full lap of the perimeter from that other pair? They passed each other about fifty minutes ago. I’ve seen those two twice more since, the other two only once. No passing each other,” the aquamarine-haired agent stressed, “so… irregular patrol route…?”{Post Synposis:—}
Ria asks Agent Cointoss about their past jobs, and makes an observation about the patrol route timing.
Notes:— ——
Willoughby Ria | #f0ffff
Lassa Iskario [M] | #244613
Lassa Iskario [F] | #3b045c