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Aug. 3rd, 2016 02:30 am
codenameathos: (murderous intent (the milady look))
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Oliver had waited until he had another day off to pour over the contents of the memory stick Victoria had given him. He had read every word of that file. Every mission she'd been on. Every death she was officially responsible for. Most of them aligned with British interests, but that wasn't the issue.

The issue was that this was Anne. His sweet, beautiful Anne, who had insisted that she had only been fighting off her brother. She was capable of these things, had probably always been capable of these things.

There was nothing on her recruitment, and he had no way of knowing when she had started for them. The file as it was started a little while after her 'death', but what did that mean?

He had waited until he had another day off, because after he was done reading, Oliver went out to the pub, a solitary figure huddling over ever-coming glasses of scotch at the counter. He only moved on when the bartender cut him off. A few pubs later, he was stumbling through the streets of London, until he found himself outside her house.

The address had been in her file, the house of late Lord Winter. He rang the bell and banged on her door, yelling for her to open - without ever using a name, what name was he supposed to use? - until he gave up hope and sagged against the wall beside her door, barely holding himself up in his drunkenness.

OOC: find him in the pub, on the streets, outside her door, as you prefer! From tipsy to next to blind drunk!

Date: 2016-08-03 04:46 am (UTC)
alcuin: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alcuin
It was at some point during the 'stumbling through the streets of London' period that Oliver stumbled into Alcuin - literally.

Alcuin had been shopping earlier and had with him, among other things, a few glass bottles full of bath salts and scented massage oil. When the intoxicated man bumped into him, he lurched and dropped the bag. The sound of breaking glass was loud, accompanied by a mixed of strong scents wafting up from the street.

"Oh no." Alcuin started to crouch down to see to the mess, but then was more immediately concerned with the man who'd bumped into him. "Are - are you all right?"

There was, actually, something vaguely familiar about him niggling at the edges of his memory. But perhaps he just had one of those faces.
Edited Date: 2016-08-03 03:01 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-08-03 03:34 pm (UTC)
alcuin: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alcuin
Once the man stopped, and looked at him, recognition registered more soundly. Alcuin didn't know the man's name, but he remembered him. Years ago, Anafiel had sent him to a party to "have a listen" and while he was there, he'd realized that there was someone else doing the same thing. He'd told Anafiel that he'd made another spy, described him, and... been told essentially, oh that guy, don't worry about him. And Alcuin had dropped it, because he did whatever Anafiel told him.

Clear recognition showed on Alcuin's face for a second as he looked at the man (whose name he did not actually know), but then he knelt to start picking up the broken pieces of glass that had spilled from the bag. "It's - okay," he said.

Date: 2016-08-03 03:45 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alcuin
Alcuin meanwhile was thinking that this was the perfect sort of con, an accidental bumping into on the street, even pretending to be drunk. This man was a spy - was there some possibility that this wasn't an accident?

Alcuin put a hand on the man's wrist above where he held out his wallet, and looked him in the eyes. Determining if he really was drunk, or if he was lying. "If it was an accident I do not need your money, but thank you."

Date: 2016-08-03 04:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alcuin
"It's all right," Alcuin said again as he finished picking up the glass. The plastic bag now swished with liquid, he should just toss the whole thing.

He straightened up and looked at the man again. "Are you sure you're all right? I'm Alcuin Delaunay." And watched him to see if the name fostered a reaction. He was probably just being paranoid.

Date: 2016-08-03 04:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alcuin
Alcuin thought that he saw a glimmer of recognition then, but it also convinced him that the man hadn't bumped into him on purpose.

"No, but you seem as if you may need some help getting where you're going," he said gently.

Date: 2016-08-03 11:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alcuin
Given everything that Alcuin knew, he had no idea whether that was literal or figurative.

He hesitated.

"I... suppose I can only wish you luck then," he finally said.

Date: 2016-08-04 12:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alcuin
"Ah... yes," Alcuin sighed. He wasn't really sure what else to say.

Date: 2016-08-03 07:53 am (UTC)
codenamemilady: (murderous)
From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
Milady was on her way to the residence when Oliver arrived, drunk and insistent. But she did take her security seriously, the system sending a notification to her phone as he banged on the door hard enough to shake it. Her stomach dropped and mouth went dry when accessing the system remotely showed her once husband at her door, pissed, and with no indication he would leave soon.

She had the cab drop her off one street over. No sense causing more of a scene than necessary, and if things went badly, there'd be one fewer witness. The short walk gave Milady a chance to compose herself and tuck a slim dagger under her sleeve. Just in case.

"You're drunk," she said, voice frigid and bordering on disgust. "And making a scene."

Date: 2016-08-03 07:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
"But you...," Milady prompted, one eyebrow raised as she waited for him to finish his thought, or explain his presence here. How had he found her? Why was he here, and who or what else would be coming for her now?

Date: 2016-08-04 12:00 am (UTC)
codenamemilady: (murderous)
From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
"You would know, husband." He was the one who killed her, after all. Killed his beloved Anne, opening the way for Milady.

She tensed at his movement. A blade? There were ones meant to be worn hidden on a chain; she owned a couple. But he paused. Could it be... Milady didn't want to let herself think what it might be, if not a weapon.

"Why are you here?"

Date: 2016-08-04 12:52 am (UTC)
codenamemilady: (stoic)
From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
The look in his eyes, the pain she could see there, steadied Milady. Oliver had found her. He was here. But she still had an advantage.

"I live here," she answered calmly. "As you must know, unless you've taken to pounding on random doors in your inebriation? What would people say?"

Date: 2016-08-04 01:24 am (UTC)
codenamemilady: (unmasked)
From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
When he moved, Milady stepped back, keeping the distance between them. Her eyes widened, and even she couldn't say how much was true and how much manipulation.

Date: 2016-08-04 01:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
She should draw her knife. it was right there. Why didn't she draw her knife? The wall was unyielding at her back, and Milady barely breathed. The last time Oliver had had her in this position...

Date: 2016-08-04 07:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
Not all knives cut with steel. Some of the sharpest were made of words. "I survived, because you were too much a coward to stay and see you finished what you started. Or to try and save the wife you claimed to love."

Date: 2016-08-04 05:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
"You did know me," her voice like the kiss of a knife as it first pierced flesh.

Milady's hand followed his, but she didn't stop him. She tucked her fingers under the simple ribbon choker and jerked hard enough to break the clasp as she bared her throat to him. "I was dying. And you left me there. With my blood on your hands, you left."

Date: 2016-08-05 03:02 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
His fingers brushed over her throat, the scar he'd made, and Milady grabbed for his wrist and jerked away from the touch. "Admiring your handiwork?"

Date: 2016-08-05 05:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
"It's a uniquely personal forget-me-not." Milady wasn't sure why she said it, except that trying to wound Oliver eclipsed other feelings she didn't know what to do with when he looked at her like that.

"Every time I look in the mirror. Every choker. Every scarf. Every lover who wants to see what lies beneath. The rarer ones who get to. Every one a reminder of you."

Date: 2016-08-06 12:32 am (UTC)
codenamemilady: (hooded)
From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
"Don't you?" He'd come to her. He couldn't expect her to say why. Although Milady believed she knew.

Now he was aware she lived, could he ever stay away?

Date: 2016-08-06 02:53 pm (UTC)
codenamemilady: (unmasked)
From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
Milady said nothing more, watched in silence until Oliver had gone from view. Only then did she go inside, falling back against the door as it shut. Thankful there was no one to see the way she shook.

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