New Orders [GD only]

[Eve Neuschwanstein]

Eve Neuschwanstein "strutted" her stuff as she walked down the lonely desolate streets of the Geass Directorate in search of her father. It had been some time since she'd been here as he usually sent he's companion Hebe with her next assignment. The blue haired girl shuddered quite noticeably at the thought of the psychotic woman, or was it really a man? That thing scared the hell out of Eve. She learned to avoid looking directly at her eyes after she spent a month having nightmares. Just glancing at Hebe and anyone with a brain could tell that she had killed a lot of people. It was hard to tell if she did it in self defense or just for the fun of it, but Eve had a sinking suspicion it was definitely for fun.

It had been months since she'd last seen her father or the creature. She continued her alias as a model, but Eve was becoming bored. Usually she'd have something to infiltrate at least once a month. Her mind drifted to the ball that had occurred some time ago. She felt useless as she had failed to gather any important information.

Perhaps that's why father hasn't given me a new objective yet.

The man she had demanded to dance with flashed quickly in her mind. She felt a blush rising, but managed to distract herself easily enough to prevent it from crossing her pale complexion. Eve barely noticed that she was still walking. Her training as a spy was harsh, but it definitely paid off. She could be completely lost in thought, and yet her body would naturally dodge or maneuver to avoid obstacles. The scene from the ball played out in her head once more. She'd foolishly demanded to dance with a handsome man, and then she got embarrassed and ran off. It was a dumb idea, she admitted it. She had no idea who the man was. For all the blue haired model knew, she had asked a prince to dance with her.

Eve continued walking to her destination doing her best to not think. She suspected that mind readers lived in this area, but she had no desire to find out it that was true or not. She quickly arrived at a rather large house at the end of the street. Climbing the stairs, the model hesitantly knocked on the door.

Eve feared punishment for failure of her last mission, but if it meant receiving something far more interesting to do than turning and posing, she would gladly receive whatever torture was in store.

Patiently, she waited for the door to open.

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

The room was darkened, windows shuttered and drapes drawn to catch any light that would deem itself sneaky enough to slither in between the wood slates. The hidden city had no other light source beside the Great Beacon in the center, but it was always bright enough to light the furthest corners. And usually, she would welcome it, bathe in it for no other reason than she could (and perhaps freak out the good doctor as a side bonus) but today - no. Light was bad and much be banned for the foreseeable future.

She groaned and rolled over, soft sheets sliding over her legs and bunching at her waist. It was a terrible day and it had only just begun. Perhaps she should stay asleep, let the dreary pass her by and wait for a good thing to rise her from her bedclothes, warm and snug like a kitten. All was well in her suite, soft and plush and rich colors that held her close while the good doctor fretted away downstairs.

Knock. She opened her eyes. A-knock knock knock. A knock. A knock at her door, only this and nothing more. Who was knocking at her chamber door, down below into a roar? A knock knock at her door, while no one else walks on the floor, to force her up into the core to answer, answer the chamber door? She stood up, sheets pooling around her, and she walked out of her room, down the stairs to answer the door. She pulled it open and there was the Model, the pretty one, the fearful one.

She let herself eye the girl, up and down, one hand nonchalantly holding the fabric about her. "Not the maiden named Lenore, only this and nothing more."

[Eve Neuschwanstein]

Once the door opened, the model instantly regretted knocking. Eve had hoped that coming to his home that her father would answer, but she was rather unlucky. So now she had to deal with the creepy woman who stood before her, barely covered at that.

"Uh," she hesitated making sure to avoid looking the woman directly in her disturbing eyes. "Is father here?"

Eve looked past Hebe in an attempt to see inside the large house. However it was completely dark inside. She held back her uneasiness as best as she could. No doubt in her mind that Hebe could clearly tell how uncomfortable she made the model feel.

"It's been a while since I've received a new assignment. I assumed you were too busy to come and give me my instructions." Eve prayed silently that she would receive new orders and not the boot after she had botched her last assignment. Just one more chance. That's all I need. I can definitely do this!

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

Pretty little model girl turned white white white, pretty girl with pansy eyes and petal lips. Pretty little girl who was taller then her and so very scared scared, looking to the left like it was the answer to lives little questions and not a door jam. She cocked her head and reached out, grasping the girl 'round the jaw, pulling her close for a look into those pansy purple eyes. Fear fear.

"Daddy is gone, gone away to Never Neverland for one and a day. He looks for you in posters and reports, scowling his epic sighs of drama. He is pathetic and you are his child." She blinked and released her, pushing the door open wider before turning and strolling back inside, sheet trailing on the wood. "In." She glided to the couch and reclined into the pillows, letting go of the fabric that held her modest to rest on her bosom as it wished. The parlor was refined and gaudy, befitting a noble with such arrogance and power as Anderson. She cared not; the upper floor was hers, the lower his to do with as he wished. So long as she had what she wanted and a string of willing suitors to bring them to her, he could set the building on fire and copulate in the ashes and she would blink and ask for a martini.

"Marching orders, daughter of the wretched."

[anderson]

Philip, taking the stroll of his around the city and a some of the topside with a bit of troubling thoughts in his head, as to having this new experience of some sort involving Geass. It was more like something that sets him now at the same level of his current Emperor and liege, now that he shares the same traits as he does, but under the contract of another.

He was dressed in his winter clothing, with a typical pilot jacket with the fur around the collar and all but with his pristine and expensive clothing he is normally seen with, since after all, the main headquarters Geass Directorate is underneath Antarctica just to ensure security of all sorts, and obscurity. Advancing in a rhythmic manner of left and right to the lavish suite that the morbid Immortal seemed to have taken a liking in dwelling within.

Making his debut behind the trail of Eve as soon as she stepped in, he ascended the flight of stairs and followed suit to the suite. Stepping into view from the door, he noted that Eve and Hebe were in the room, though it concerned him not what the business of the two was.

"Well then, I hope I am not interrupting anything, am I now?" He said, making his presence known to the two.

[Eve Neuschwanstein]

Eve obediently followed Hebe into the luxurious home. She was a little reluctant to sit on the couch as she felt she hadn't yet earned that right, but did so anyways. The model jumped a little at the sound of her father's voice.

"Father!" she cried out as she stood up. "I'm sorry about the failure of my last assignment, but please... Please give me one more chance! I know I can do it this time!"

Eve stood still waiting for some kind of reaction from her father. The few moments of silence felt like an eternity to her. Her training as a spy kept her sadness and fear of rejection at bay. However, she was unable to prevent those emotions from being seen in her eyes. Only people who had closed their hearts off completely could do that. Eve could restrain her emotions completely with people she hated or didn't know, but not with her father or the demon. They could read her face like an open book. Still it didn't keep her from trying to hide her feelings.

Hopefully she would get lucky and neither would notice her fear of complete rejection.

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

Bitty baby bumpkin followed. She rolled her eyes and adjusted herself on the couch. The door opened again and none other then the fool himself stepped in. La. Family is all together again. She idly wondered what she was, if she was in the family. Mother? Sister? Auntie? Grandmother? Certainly not a sister, nor a grandmother. She suspected it was because of the nurturing qualities and obedience that she lacked, among others. A mother would require a will tumble with the dear doctor and quite frankly, she doubted he was adequately equipped to make it enjoyable for either of them. Aunt, then. So she should smile and nod every now and then, then secretly spoil the niece.

She grinned and patted the Model's knee. Spoiling her would be quite fun. There, there dear, daddy doesn't hate you just because you're a failure and a tart.

She reclined and stretched, kicking her legs free of the sheets so they bunched around her torso and the pillows. "Heir Doktor. Appease your girl and get on with it.

[anderson]

"Father!" First cry of attention caught Philip's attention, not sure what the fuss was about, until she said... "I'm sorry about the failure of my last assignment, but please... Please give me one more chance! I know I can do it this time!"

Philip, consulting his head for strategies when dealing with a female in turmoil starts in a few steps, given that she is dramatizing over a mission he doesn't really put much emphasis on. First step involves Philip patting her on the head, to show some sort of affection. Second step involves Philip flexing both of his cheeks to form a pleasant smile. Third step involves Philip bending down a bit to her height so they are both on the same level. Step four involves Philip placing one hand on her shoulder to give reassurance.

"Don't get too worked up over some assignment like this, it's alright, you have you'll have your chance." Anderson confided with buttered up sweetness, "Your chance of redemption lies in you having a relationship with the Prince Euric Qi Britannia. You date him, and gather information on the royalty, get me as much blackmail as possible, and also their activities. Perhaps some other things too."

"Heir Doktor. Appease your girl and get on with it." Hebe spoke, Philip standing up as head shoots towards her.

Philip, reminded on Hebe's love for chocolate flat bread and a possible way to bribe her to hose down, decides to see what were she to say if he were to pull out one, which he did after dipping his fingers into his pockets to pull it out. A commercialized mass produced chocolate flat bread fit inside a plastic wrapping, tossing it to the Immortal. Mostly for his own amusement's sake.

"I'll be done when I am done, meanwhile, enjoy your chocolate bread." He said.

[Eve Neuschwanstein]

Eve almost instinctively moved in to each and every touch she received from her father. Just the fact that he was consoling her made her feel needed and wanted. The models eyes widened a bit as her father relayed instructions to her for her next assignment.

"A relationship?" she questioned slowly.

But wasn't her father good friends with the emperor? Couldn't he just as easily obtain the information needed? She shook the thought from her head. He definitely had a good reason for giving her this mission. Perhaps he could only get so much from his dear friend.

"Euric Qi Britannia," Eve repeated after her father had finished speaking. "I'm afraid I'm unsure as to who he is or what he looks like? Do you possibly have a picture? It would make tracking him down much easier and faster."

Something told the model deep down that even after she made first contact with him that this would be a very difficult assignment. However she refused to back down. She had to succeed, no matter what. After all, this could very well be her last chance to receive praise from her father.

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

For a single moment in the existence of the universe does Hebe believe she loves Anderson. The parcel he tosses her is bland, cheap, mass-produced and possibly the most romantic thing he has ever done for her. The thing that may or may not be her heart swells to epic proportions and she clutches the bread to her chest, a smile devoid of the fang quality she tends to input absent and if he asked her at that moment, perhaps she would have done whatever he wanted. The moment passed un-taken-advantaged-of and she scowls at him, uncharacteristically vulgar in the hand gesture she gives him.

She sits back in the sofa and nonchalantly rips open the plastic, taking a bit that makes her wince. And then takes another. It is suicidal, her love for this treat, and she wishes desperately she was in Greece where the bakers know what they're doing and always serve with honey to dip. The world is a mess and polluted and and ban upon the universe, but ask her and she will immediately say her dear dear Greece is the epicenter of culture. Everywhere else is pigsty. When her people were writing philosophy, everyone else was still hanging from trees and no one can convince her otherwise.

She chows down on her bread and flinches and melts into the taste before offering to the conversation that deemed to go on without her. "It's simple; fuck him. Then steal his wallet. All problems are solved in that capacity."

[anderson]

Philip watched, watched as Hebe has been rather deeply effected by the chocolate flatbread, something he smiles deviously to himself in a mental state. How this could be used as a form of bribery to her, from what he is getting, he found himself a leverage on the normally stubborn Immortal. His attention turned from the emerald eyed one, sight not having caught the characteristic rude gesture.

"A relationship?" Philip now has his attention on Eve, nodding in acknowledgement.

"I'm afraid I'm unsure as to who he is or what he looks like? Do you possibly have a picture? It would make tracking him down much easier and faster." Ah, so she wasn't aware of who she danced with in the party earlier. Philip himself had recognized Euric but only when it was because of his hair, someone who is 2nd in line in the throne besides the blasted warrior Princess, Sylvana. A huge thorn on his side, Euric on the other hand would prove most valuable.

"It's simple; fuck him. Then steal his wallet. All problems are solved in that capacity."

Twitching eyebrows forms on Anderson as he heard of Hebe's rather crude plan. "No, it won't work, unless he was into fornication. If that were the case, I would've sent one of my other agents to be done with him in that manner, but intel says he isn't." He explained to the ever so witty Immortal.

The good doctor swept his hand over the cabinet, pulling out a rather old Britannian glossary of the royalty, it was simply old by a year or so. Holding it up by one hand, he flipped it to the page that elaborates information of the 1st Prince, common knowledge that is, with a huge picture of him covering an entire page of the book. Handing it over to Eve.

"That man is the one you danced with, is him. Your second shot ever since the ball." Philip said, once more with both hands on her shoulder, "Now be a sweetheart and don't let daddy down, I am counting on you."

The doctor smiled for his daughter-figure, albeit it was feigned, it was strewn all over his cheeks. Blue eyes playing along with the smile in a simultaneous play of pride in his daughter. Strategy no. 93 when lifting the spirit up of the opposite sex.

[Eve Neuschwanstein]

Eve blushed furiously at the creatures implications. If that was exactly what father wanted her to do, she wasn't sure she could do it. The model wanted her first time to be with someone she loved. She wanted it to be romantic. The stealing the wallet bit she could most definitely do.

She sighed, relieved as her father basically pushed Hebe's crude ideas aside. Her trained eyes followed her father as he retrieved a book. Graciously she accepted the book and gasped as her eyes fell upon the picture of her target.

This man! He's-

Her thoughts were confirmed by her father's simple statement. She returned his smile with that of her own. Eve didn't know her father's wasn't a forced one. It looked so realistic that she didn't pick up on it. However, her's was a genuine smile.

Her gaze fell back to the book and she began reading the short description of the prince. Hmm... So he likes art. Fashion is a form of art. Perhaps he'll come to one of the fashion shows I perform in this month. It's perfect. This will definitely be a piece of cake.

Closing the book she returned to her father, a burning fire could be seen in her eyes. "This will be easy," she said to him. "I won't let you down again father!" Quickly grabbing the man in an uncharacteristic hug, she darted out the door of the luxurious home at a near run. She was excited about this assignment, that much was painfully obvious.

EXIT

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

Nonchalantly chewing on her bread, she follows the girl with her eyes. She watches the enthused, fired up look fill her face as the Model practically pumped her fist in the air, hug the Wretched One and scamper off. It was silent for a moment after the girl's declaration, then Hebe turned to raise her eyebrow at the man.

"A bit dim, isn't she?"

It was very blunt, very rude, and also very coherent. She shrugged at his answer and stood up, the sheet lying forgotton on the couch. She stretched, arms up in the air, forming a taunt arch all the way down to her toes, then tossed him the wrapper of the finished treat.

"Get the good stuff next time, will you. I'm going back to bed. Call me if something relevant happens." And she walked bare up the stairs to her suite and collapsed on the bed. It was soft, it was sound, it was devoid of aggravation. Good ol' bed.

[EXIT]

[anderson]

Philip characteristically blinked in a slight surprise at the hug, but returned a smile afterwards. Lifting himself up to his feet afterwards, he dusts off his doctor's coat, eyes following Eve to her exit as she leaves the room, abruptly looking at the Immortal's request for a much better chocolate bread, to which he smiles and nods in feigned compliance.

Shrugging off her comment on Eve's dimness, mostly because it's one of those random but rather witty messages she occasionally gives off, Philip helps himself out of the room as the ageless one helps herself to a nap. Following off a trail of his own to his own office for a time of his own, and perhaps a bit of contemplation or perhaps a bit of fun with his "comforters" that he has in stock around.

[EXIT]

[Aloysius Drebbel]

-Topic finished-

Eve Neuschwanstein: (1249 Words, Normal RP) 135 Exp, 135 Credits [+10]
Hebe Ano Vasilikis: (1125 Words, Normal RP) 123 Exp, 123 Credits [+10]
Philip Augustus Anderson: (1066 Words, Normal RP) 117 Exp, 117 Credits [+10]

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