ooc: I may have to disappear for some time as there has been a death in the family, i may just respond to basic posts and asks but i will not be doing any full scale roleplay until further notice
Deja Vu: Talbot & Marlowe
Oh, this was too much. Just too much. It was obvious that Talbot wasn’t dreaming,. but…had it really worked? Truly and honestly worked, taking him through time? As amazing as the thought was, a new thought trickled through him like ice water; where was he and how did he get back? Wonderful, unbelievable really, but how on earth did someone put in the proper coordinates?
Suddenly a familiar voice cut through the haze, drawing his attention upward. Without giving it much thought, Talbot climbed to his feet, gazing in the direction of the speaking woman. Too young to be Marlowe—
—time travel—
“I don’t believe it…”
It was Marlowe, there was no mistaking it, though she was clearly years younger, younger even than Talbot was and it was completely bizarre. This was the Marlowe that Talbot had never known, only caught glimpses of here or there in pictures. What was she like as a young woman? Just how old was she now? How influential was she? His mind as positively buzzing…
A long exasperated sigh was released and she sighed, her weight shifting from one foot to the other.
The man before her was tall, stern and his presence was overflowing with the power that he had. His lips were stretched thin as he gave the young woman a condescending look. His striking features, cold in essence but exhibiting some slight warmth as he looked at this woman, his blonde hair cut perfectly into place.
The similarities were striking.
“Must you always put down my work? Can you not just listen for once?”, he bellowed in annoyance. “You will be taking this work from me one day and yet here you are, irresponsible. You will never grow into the woman you need to be”
From his standing point, Talbot could probably see how this young Marlowe cast her eyes down at her failure and nodded silently just as-
The rest was cut short when a man called out and pointed towards his position. “INTRUDER!”
The powerful man looked up and quickly called out orders as Marlowe was pulled behind a wall of guards and he moved forward. Guardsmen from all over instantly appeared from all locations, guns trained down on the magician.
And yet, from the wall of guards, a pair of curious eyes glanced over, meeting the ones that were filled with all forms of confusion.
Marlowe | Chloe | Talbot :
Footsteps, several, could be heard just outside the room, and before Talbot even had a chance to grow concerned, the door was knocked open, allowing the unlikeliest person in, along with several agents at her side. At first Talbot was certain that he was hallucinating, some pain-induced delirium brought on from the wound and blood loss, but the more he blinked to try and clear his vision the more he realized that she was really there.
“Marlowe…”
What the hell was she doing? Had she gotten worried about him? Well that was ridiculous, Marlowe wouldn’t get this worried. And he hadn’t even been away for long, had he? How long had he been unconscious?
Talbot attempted to get up from the couch, hissing slightly in pain as he moved. He pressed a hand over his side as though it would stop the pain, but it really did little good. The room seemed to spin around him, making him feel sick, breaking out in a cold sweat.
“Marlowe, I’m fine, really. I don’t need anything…what are you even doing here?” Maybe he ought not question her, especially after she had clearly gone through a bit of trouble to locate him, but his mind just couldn’t wrap around it all.
“It’s not fatal, I’ll survive.”
An irritated frown masked her worry as she shot Talbot a look to say ‘silence’ as one of her henchmen got down to his knees and quickly gave him a quick check all over. After a few short moments, he stood up and gave a nod to tell her that he would be okay and that he was aright to move.
“Alright. Good”, she murmured before eyes moving over to Chloe Frazer.
Silence filled the air while Marlowe analysed the situation before abruptly ordering her men to surround her and bring her along. She should kill her here, but someone obviously applied first aid here and Talbot’s reaction to help was enough to tell her that he didn’t feel alarmed by the woman’s presence.
“We’re going home”, she said as her men moved about to carefully assist Talbot to out and to the cars, the dark skinned woman, trained on by guns as she was forced to come with them.
"I'm not lost or anything and I don't need help either, thank you." Inwardly, she released a sigh. Nobody seemed to have time for young people anymore. No rather, nobody would take her seriously due to her age. "Why are you adults always so busy? Not even having the time to listen to someone?" Many times, she craved for attention from elder people, because they could share their experiences in life. "I-I'm curious, how did you come to such a powerful position? Such confidence and strength?" How?
A small double-edged smile appeared on the woman’s lips. The young girl was asking how she got to the point Marlowe was at?
“Darling, the reason why most people are not successful is because the successors keep the secrets to themselves”, she said matter-of-factly.
“What I am trying to say is that I am not inclined to tell you or anyone… and though I appreciate your admiration, I would be compromising what I do”.
Folding her arms, she patted the young girl’s head and walked past her towards the door.
“You shouldn’t poke your nose into a world such as mine dearie… if you know what’s good for you. You will leave”
"H-hello", the young girl spoke, hoping she delivered herself stronger than her voice sounded to the powerful blonde woman. Her eyes cast down onto the floor underneath her as she opted to avert her attention there. Honestly, she couldn't find herself looking at people when talking to them. Too shy, a tad bit low in self confidence and thankfully the hood that she wore help mask this fact.
What on earth was taking this girl so long? Marlowe had barely time for fully grown men, and yet here she was waiting for this girl that had darted out to face her say something…. Finally she was given a simple nervous hello and a long sigh came from her lips.
“Honestly, Talbot…. will you direct this little girl to the nearest police station or whatever”, she sighed.
The girl would never get anywhere if she stays shy and timid.
Not even a card this year, Marlowe? I suppose you did remember my birthday was on the thirty-first?
IM SORRY FOR THE TERRIBLE 2 MINUTE DRAWING
now now Talbot… I thought after last year you didn’t want me getting involved with your birthdays.
Oh, would you and Talbot be needing a Rameses? :D
AnonymousI wouldn’t mind having another minion… ever
FLASHBACK: Young Sully, Young Marlowe
Marlowe was usually the type to make sure that she was sleeping well and early as to get in her ‘beauty’ sleep… as they call it… though she only slept that early because it meant she would be up early enough to begin the day before everyone else.
However this last night had been a little different, the humidity had irritated her all night even with the air condition on high ( At least that is what she blamed it on) otherwise she had inelegantly twisted and turned the whole night long - something that was extremely un-befitting of her.
The next morning had been a later one, due to the fact that she had slept in the rough… which had caused her to growl at the attendant that had come to wake her from her dreaming state. Then 2 hours later she was finally content to rise - though not forgetting to badger her attendant for allowing her to do something so unreliable.
Katherine leant back against the soft leather of the kart she was being pulled along in - the carriage just passing off as average for her…though she was used to much more splendour… though due to the place she was in she did not complain. Her attendants had all expected her to go directly to the restaurant that she had told them of the day before… but to their surprise she had told them that she was off to pick up her lunch date for the day.
And that was how she was here, in this carriage, travelling around this area waiting for that man to show up, slow down the carriage, have the door opened for him and then allowed to enter into the comfortable interior of the carriage. Of course, the undignified way of stealing the bottle that had been laid out on the table, popping it open and drinking straight from it though there had been a pair of glasses waiting on the table caused Marlowe’s face to fall and her eyes to widen ever so slightly…. though she quickly rectified it and leant forward towards him. To let him know who was present.
Marlowe smiled elegantly before she was returned one of his and leant her head sideways at his question as if she was contemplating an answer.
“I’m treating you today Mr Sullivan…”, she spoke slowly and looked towards him in a quick alluring glance.
“How does Wagyu Steak sound?”
Victor was not a cultured man, not by any means. This was severely apparent in the presence of this woman, this epitome of graceful youth and class. So the “woogoo” was completely lost on him. He understood the word “steak”, however, and that was all he needed to hear. Steak. Meat. Protein. Mmmmmm. He was salivating instantly. He took another drink of the ginger ale, this time remembering to use one of the provided glasses instead of drinking straight from the bottle.
“Sounds like you’re wanting to keep me nice, strong, and ready for my ‘test’. I like that, steak sounds great! Normally I’d happily treat you to a nice meal… but I think it’s pretty obvious why that’s out of the cards right now.”
He really did feel ashamed that he couldn’t even offer to cover a tip or something at this point, but he’d make it up to her with a job well done. Maybe she’d warm up to him more over a hot meal anyway. He flashed a devilish grin and looked up at her.
“Of course, after the meal I can think of some ways you could ‘test’ my stamina, if you wan-…” He stopped himself, suddenly feeling very childish. That was in poor taste. What the hell, man? What is this woman doing to me?! Shit, I think I’m getting… the yips. He looked down at his glass and swirled the contents around sheepishly, suddenly not wanting to make eye contact with Katherine. “Y-you know what? N-nevermind… Steak sounds great!”
How insulting. How disgusting and typical of a man like him… he was absolutely no different to most the other men she has come across…
That was what she thought immediately when he mentioned his dirty little detour… but then she held her opinion when he immediately pushed the thought aside. Now… surely that took guts.
Watching him with narrowed eyes she grinned and pulled back from her seat, letting her driver come over to the side and help them out. He offered her a cigarette holder and she took it, the same being offered to Sullivan as she walked into the high class restaurant.
They were immediately lead to a closed off area in the back of the restaurant, private priveledges under way.
“I believe you already recieved our orders… only the best steaks for us of course”, she said simply as was immediately heard as the waiter tending to them rushed off to make sure it would indeed be the very best.
Kate turned back to the man she had only met recently and then leaned gently on her wrist as she watched him with her deep eyes.
“I’ll be honest with you Mr Sullivan” ….. She seemed to rethink her words before she continued;
“Father doesn’t believe I can get a job done correctly without his help… so this is a test for me too…. can I rely on you to do the best possible job you have ever done for me?” ….Slowly she pulled the cigarette holder to her mouth before glancing back.
“I’ll make it worth your while”
unrated-g replied to your post: queen of swords more like queen of penis
Sully can turn that one around for ya.I dare him to try.
Challenge accepted, sweetheart.
I’m still waiting Victor.
