Mr_DC
Been a while
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NorseChaos
"No." The Affable Spy gave an annoyed look to the Deluder for but a moment. Must he make it difficult for her? Of course, he must, that's who he is. A tease through and through. The Spy even saw such behavior with the Governor occasionally. There was little that could make the man shut up. Maybe he thought he was charming or something. Well... She had to admit there was some charm. In a reckless sort of way.
"My carriage is waiting below." Her mind raced to figure out a fix for that sentence. A carriage was something they could see - if it existed. An unnecessary lie. A lie which could bust her cover. A cover which she didn't really need. Deluder's behavior was proof enough that he wasn't in danger. His teasing meant she didn't really need a cover. What was the point of pretending?
Practice.
Practice, practice, practice. If she were ever to become as skilled as the Governor, she would have to learn to lie to herself. Sure, irrigo more than helps at that but she'd rather become a midnighter first and destroy her memories second. Not that she was aiming to become a midnighter. It seemed to be a profession which was simply hazardous to one's health. Not many midnighters stayed alive for long. Skilled agents, though, were always long-term assets. If their midnighter disappeared, they could quickly find a home under someone else.
The Selection must have started getting impatient by that point. The Spy's time was running out on this particular stop and she had to visit a jeweler and a devil before she had to return to the yacht to see what else the Governor has for her. Perhaps she could rest that evening since she wasn't going to the ball. Some soup. Some Broken Giant...
"Good luck." She gave him a short nod, turned on her heel, and walked out of the apartment.
"No." The Affable Spy gave an annoyed look to the Deluder for but a moment. Must he make it difficult for her? Of course, he must, that's who he is. A tease through and through. The Spy even saw such behavior with the Governor occasionally. There was little that could make the man shut up. Maybe he thought he was charming or something. Well... She had to admit there was some charm. In a reckless sort of way.
"My carriage is waiting below." Her mind raced to figure out a fix for that sentence. A carriage was something they could see - if it existed. An unnecessary lie. A lie which could bust her cover. A cover which she didn't really need. Deluder's behavior was proof enough that he wasn't in danger. His teasing meant she didn't really need a cover. What was the point of pretending?
Practice.
Practice, practice, practice. If she were ever to become as skilled as the Governor, she would have to learn to lie to herself. Sure, irrigo more than helps at that but she'd rather become a midnighter first and destroy her memories second. Not that she was aiming to become a midnighter. It seemed to be a profession which was simply hazardous to one's health. Not many midnighters stayed alive for long. Skilled agents, though, were always long-term assets. If their midnighter disappeared, they could quickly find a home under someone else.
The Selection must have started getting impatient by that point. The Spy's time was running out on this particular stop and she had to visit a jeweler and a devil before she had to return to the yacht to see what else the Governor has for her. Perhaps she could rest that evening since she wasn't going to the ball. Some soup. Some Broken Giant...
"Good luck." She gave him a short nod, turned on her heel, and walked out of the apartment.