𝔖HE [WHO]… 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒

@bloodshed    ( … )    [     the   question   caused   her   to   pause.   for   a   heartbeat,   the   assassin’s   usually   impenetrable   composure   slipped — just   enough   for   surprise   to   flicker   across   her   eyes   before   she   could   force   it   back   into   place.   it   wasn’t   the   kind   of   thing   she   was   ever   prepared   to   answer,   and   for   once,   she   found   herself   genuinely   caught   off   guard.       ]       it   shouldn’t   matter   what   I   think.     [      she   replied   slowly,   her   chest   feeling   tighter   than   usual   as   she   risked   a   glance   in   his   direction.      ]     all   that   matters,   is   whether   you   believe   in   / yourself /.    [     silence   stretched   between   them,   soft   but   weighted.   kalina   exhaled,   a   quiet   breath   that   carried   more   truth   than   she   meant   to   reveal.     ]      but   yes.     [      she   admitted,   voice   low.     ]     I   do. 

@killerwidows it’s completely fine <3 if you ever want to interact with Vivienne (her sister ) too even at the same time just tell me

@-cigarettes_slut-    /    ahhh,   sorry   I   didn’t   see !   that’s   really   cool — I’m   happy   to   continue   interacting   with   valerie !   < 3

@killerwidows /actually I didn’t I completely changed the way of my interactions basically this is her sister but I will role play as both (I explain t better in the cb) but if want you can still interact with Valerie

&.     tense perhaps. 

/⠀curious or tense <3 

@killerwidows / startled ?

@shieldsagent-   ( … )     [     at   her   words,   kalina   grimaced,   pushing   herself   off   the   counter   and   wiping   her   hands   on   the   front   of   her   vest.      ]     oh   my   god,   that   is   disgusting.   even   I   have   standards.   don’t   have   sex   where   you   cook   and   eat   food.     [     her   gaze   flickered   back   over   to   her   sister   when   she   stood   in   front   of   her,   eyes   soon   rolling   as   her   hand   lifted   to   swat   alyssa’s   hand   gently   away   from   her   face.      ]      I   am   not   / soft /.   I   am   just   trying   to   be   a   considerate   sister.   would   you   prefer   me   to   disappear   on   you   without   a   word ? 

who said we need the bed?  that spot on the counter is a personal favourite.   *   a small smirk graced her lips as she gestured to where kalina was leaning back on the kitchen counter.  she didn’t usually indulge in such a conversation but anything to get back at her.  alyssa eventually took a sip of her beer,  eyeing her sister before placing her drink down and walking over to her.  she gently grasped her chin and squint her eyes before eventually asking the all important question   *   are you getting soft on me?

@shieldsagent-   ( … )    …   bigger   bed,   better   sex ?      [     a   smirk   played   on   her   lips.   kalina   was   known   for   being   blunt   and   she   was   willing   to   see   it   through.   she   slipped   past   alyssa,   nudging   her   shoulder   playfully   on   the   way   in.   she   shrugged   her   shoulders   at   her   sister’s   comment   about   her   “ window   tendencies “.      ]      I   felt   I   was   getting   a   little   too   predictable.     [      her   eyes   followed   the   other   brunette   as   she   made   her   way   into   the   kitchen,   folding   her   arms   comfortably   over   her   chest.      ]      I’m   fine,   sestra.   I’ve   told   you   that   you   don’t   need   to   worry   about   me…   I   just   wanted   to   see   you.   check   in. 

"   This couldn’t wait,    "    he said. He didn’t torture people often, but when he did, there was always a reason and never one he could afford to ignore for long. Adan knew he was in the wrong for ignoring her calls. Not once, but repeatedly. When he was busy, he was busy, only a few close friends and family could reach him at any time. Still, the fact that she had come all the way out here just to talk meant it had to be serious... not something trivial.    "   Let’s hear it,   "     he added, crossing his arms lazily in front of his chest.    "    Who is this about?    "    He looked at her, both confused and intrigued. She had said it was personal, which meant she knew something about his private affairs... something he wasn’t particularly comfortable with. However, he didn't jump to conclusions.   

@acterror   ( … )    [    kalina   didn’t   answer   immediately.   silence   was   one   of   her   favourite   weapons,   and   she   wielded   it   now   with   the   same   precision   she   used   on   a   blade.   she   stepped   out   of   the   shadows,   the   dim   light   catching   the   matte   finish   of   the   holster   beneath   her   jacket.    ]    bit   late   for   you   to   be   working.      [    she   said   at   last,   her   voice   smooth   but   edged   with   something   pointed.   ]     I   would’ve   called,   but   I   preferred   ambushing   you   in   person   rather   than   giving   you   another   chance   to   ignore   one   of   my   calls.     [     the   corners   of   her   mouth   lifted.   a   flicker   of   amusement.     ]     relax.   I   won’t   take   much   of   your   time.   I   can   see   you’re   busy.     [    her   expression   settled   back   into   its   usual   unreadable   calm   as   her   gaze   drifted   to   the   body   swaying   gently   from   the   ceiling.   even   so,   a   spark   of   curiosity   lingered   in   the   depths   of   her   steely   blue   eyes,   betraying   more   interest   than   she’d   ever   admit   aloud.    ]     I   came   with   a   name.   one   I   thought   you’d   find…   compelling.   I   could   handle   it   myself,   of   course,   but   I   figured   this   one   might   carry   a   bit   more   personal   weight   for   you.   [    a   faint   shrug.     ]     call   it   a   gesture   of   consideration,   if   you   like.   interested ? 

Adan pulled on his gloves, setting the tools aside with deliberate care before rolling up his sleeves. Then he turned to face her, leaning lazily against the edge of the table, his arms braced on either side as his gaze settled on her.    "    Bit late for a visit,   "   he said casually, glancing at the watch on his wrist before his gaze drifted back to her.   "    I know it was a long drive, so it must be important   -   or do you just like to watch?    "    A faint smirk tugged at his lips, though it faded almost as quickly as it appeared.    "   Wouldn’t have taken you for the type,    "    he added lightly.     "     But to each their own.    "    He didn’t bother giving her anything more than that. He already knew that wasn’t why she was here, and if it was, she clearly had far too much time on her hands.     

@ocyeaniks   ( … )     that’s   not   true.   I   / have /   joy   for   many   things.      [      kalina   defended,   narrowing   her   eyes   at   him,   almost   accusing,   as   if   daring   him   to   challenge   her   again.   maybe   he   had   a   point,   irritatingly   enough.   most   of   the   things   that   genuinely   thrilled   her   tended   to   involve   a   blood‑slick   blade   or   a   dimly   lit   bar   where   trouble   came   easy.   she   let   out   a   slow   exhale,   fingers   dragging   through   her   hair   before   falling   limp   at   her   side.     ]    I   still   cannot   believe   you   hijacked   my   entire   schedule…    [     she   muttered,   though   the   fight   in   her   tone   was   already   softening.     ]     fine.   what   is   it   you   want   to   do ? 

" Careful, Kalina. You're starting to sound like you give a damn. " [ He finally pulled his gaze from the ledge, his eyes scanning her face with a clinical, sharp intensity that searched for a motive before settling into something quieter. He pushed off the railing with his elbows, standing tall once more to put a firm, intentional distance between himself and the drop. He didn't move toward her, staying rooted to his spot, but his head tilted just enough to acknowledge the space she was offering. A slow, steady breath exhaled from his lungs, the tension in his frame bleeding out into a cold, professional stillness. ] " Stay then. The silence is getting crowded anyway. " [ He held her gaze for a beat longer, his pupils blown wide from the whiskey and the adrenaline of the ledge, searching for any flicker of a lie in her 'softness.' Finding none, his jaw tightened once, a sharp, microscopic movement, before he abruptly snapped his head away. He returned his focus to the horizon, his profile turning back into a mask of stone, cutting off the connection as quickly as he’d allowed it. ]

@bloodshed    ( … )     that   / would /   be   a   disappointing   way   to   die,   wouldn’t   it ?   death   by   bottle.   my   tombstone   would   be   fucking   humiliating.     [      the   russian   woman   retorted,   the   corners   of   her   lips   tugging   upwards   into   an   almost   wolfish     smile,   as   if   he   hadn’t   thrown   a   bottle   at   her   moments   before.   her   icy   hues   flickered   across   the   city   below,   realising     just   how   beautiful   it   was   to   look   at   from   here.   an   exhale   fell   from   her   lips — she   understood   where   he   was   coming   from,   his   mention   of   ghosts.   hearing   voices   wasn’t   uncommon   for   people   like   them,   who   had   a   history   of   blood   on   their   hands.   it   was   rare   that   kalina   could   sleep   without   having   a   nightmare   that   would   wake   her   drenched   in   sweat   with   a   knife   in   her   hand.        ]        you   could’ve   called   me.     [      her   words   were   low,   but   softer   this   time,   turning   to   look   at   him.   she   wasn’t   there   to   watch   him   break — she   was   there   to   try   and   ground   him   again.      ]     you   wouldn’t   have   had   to   explain   a   fucking   thing.   I   could’ve   just   been   there,   with   you.     

[ The glass shard skittered away, a tiny mirror reflecting the neon hellscape below, but Lucian didn’t follow it with his eyes. Instead, he let his head loll back against his shoulders, staring up at the smog-choked sky with a dry, rattling chuckle that didn't reach his eyes. He looked like a man coming apart at the seams, yet still dangerous enough to kill with the frayed ends. ] " Losing my touch ? " [ He repeated the words like they were a foreign language, tasting the bitterness. He finally turned his head to look at her, his vision swimming just enough to make her silhouette seem like a ghost haunting his periphery. He leaned heavily into the railing, the metal groaning under his weight as he closed the small gap between them, bringing the scent of cheap whiskey and cold rain with him. ] " Maybe I just wanted to see if you were still fast enough to dodge. It’d be a shame if the great Russian assassin got taken out by a literal bottle of spirits. " [ His smirk was lopsided, lacking its usual predatory precision. He grew quiet then, his gaze dropping to the way she braced herself against the railing. For a second, the mask slipped—the sharp, cutting edge of his eyes softening into something weary and ancient. ] " Why ? " [ He exhaled the word, a cloud of frost and regret. ] " Because the silence in my head gets too loud when I’m sober, Kalina. And tonight... tonight the ghosts are screaming. " [  He reached out, his hand hovering near her shoulder for a fraction of a second—uncertain, unpracticed—before he gripped the railing beside her hand instead, his knuckles white. ] " Why are you still standing here ? You've seen me hold the world on my shoulders. Don't tell me you've stuck around just to watch them break. "

@ocyeaniks    ( … )     [      in   that   case…   kalina   took   the   glass   back   from   his   hand,   taking   a   sip   of   it   instead.   her   brow   lifted   as   she   listened   to   his   words,   fingernail   tapping   with   a   quiet   clink   on   the   flute   of   champagne.     ]      did   you   actually   make   it   clear   to   her   that   it   was   going   to   be   casual ?   no   strings   attached ?     [     she   murmured,   her   eyes   flitting   to   the   blonde   who   he   couldn’t   be   able   to   stop   looking   at   from   across   the   room.   finally,   kalina   turned   to   him,   the   corners   of   her   lips   curling   up.     ]      why   are   you   putting   yourself   through   this   torture ?   go   to   another   casino.   or   better   yet,   perhaps   I’ll   seduce   her   enough   to   keep   her   thoughts   off   you. 

he glanced down at the glass of champagne in his hand before shaking his head a little “ thanks but drinking right now isn’t in my best interest ” he said with a hint of amusement , he knew once he started he wouldn’t stop and being drunk right now was possibly the worst decision he could make. “ she doesn’t frighten me … i just don’t want to deal with her you know ” he shrugged “ it was a casual thing for a few weeks but apparently she got attached ” he muttered. as social as he was , ‘feelings’ wasn’t something he really did. he was there for a fun time not a long time so when things like that happened he had the tendency to freeze up. there was only so many subtle ways he could say no and that he wasn’t interested. he ran a hand through his hair with a slight sigh , he had come here to relax … keep an eye on things and earn a bit of money. not run into one of his hookups. but if anyone would understand he figured it would be her. she didn’t seem like the type who would want to deal with that either. his hand itched to reach for a cigarette but he resisted the temptation. 

@ocyeaniks    ( … )      / believe /   me,   I   know.     [      the   assassin’s   reply   slipped   out   with   a   dry   lilt,   her   eyes   rolling   in   faint   amusement   as   she   gave   a   small   shake   of   her   head.   her   fingers   drifted   down   the   curve   of   her   hip,   brushing   over   the   smooth   fabric   of   her   dress   until   they   found   the   familiar   shape   of   the   dagger’s   hilt   hidden   beneath   it.   a   quiet   reassurance.   she   never   went   anywhere   unarmed — not   because   she   needed   a   blade   to   be   dangerous,   but   because   old   habits   were   hard   to   kill.   kalina   lifted   her   gaze   back   to   him   once   she   finished   straightening   his   tie.   even   in   heels,   he   still   had   a   few   inches   on   her,   a   fact   that   always   made   her   feel   strangely   grounded   rather   than   diminished.   his   last   comment   softened   something   in   her   chest.     ]     well,   it’s   a   refreshing   change   to   save   a   life   instead   of   ending   one.     [     she   broke   eye   contact   before   the   moment   lingered   too   long,   reaching   for   a   champagne   flute   from   a   passing   tray.   with   a   practiced   ease,   she   pressed   it   into   his   hand.    ]    drink.   it’ll   settle   your   nerves.    [     a   beat.     ]    though   I   have   to   ask — what   is   it   about   this   woman   that   frightens   you   so   much ?

@bloodshed  ( … )    then   I   suppose   I   should   be   flattered.     [      came   her   blunt   response,   but   nothing   could   dissipate   the   small,   amused   light   flickering   across   her   hues.   while   he   crossed   the   room   toward   her   fridge,   kalina   tipped   a   small   measure   of   antiseptic   onto   a   clean   cotton   bud.   she   lifted   her   uninjured   arm   and   began   to   clean   the   entrance   wound   with   slow,   deliberate   precision.   the   sting   flared   sharply   through   her   shoulder,   a   hot   bloom   of   pain   that   made   her   jaw   tighten — but   it   was   still   an   improvement.   at   least   the   bullet   was   no   longer   lodged   inside   her.   she   continued   dabbing   around   the   wound   with   a   clinical   focus,   her   expression   set   and   controlled.   that   focus   only   wavered   when   she   sensed   him   return   to   her   side.   her   brows   lifted   as   she   tore   her   gaze   away   from   the   injury,   studying   his   face   instead.      ]      you   sound   awfully   sure   about   that.     [      the   assassin   mused   as   she   lowered   the   cotton   bud   onto   the   counter,   gripping   the   bottle   instead.      ]      I   haven’t   lost   my   temper.     [      she   stated   irritably,   as   she   lifted   the   cool   bottle   to   her   lips,   taking   a   sip — more   for   the   distraction   than   the   taste.     ] 

[ A low, rough chuckle vibrated in his chest at the title, the sharp line of his mouth finally curving into a faint, dark smirk. He didn't immediately correct her, simply tilting his head as he let the 'doc' comment hang in the air between them with a playful, mocking edge. ] " Careful. My bedside manner usually involves a lot more lead and a lot less antiseptic. " [  He turned away, his movements fluid and efficient as he stepped over to the kitchen counter. The sound of rushing water filled the silence as he methodically washed the copper-scented blood from his hands, his knuckles still tight with a lingering, restless energy. Once finished, he dried them with a spare cloth and moved toward the fridge, the light from the interior casting his shadow long against the floor. He didn't grab anything for himself. Instead, he pulled out a bottle of water, his gaze shifting back toward her from across the room. He leaned against the appliance for a heartbeat, dark eyes tracking the way she handled the bullet, before he walked back over. Without a word, he set the cold bottle down on the surface near her hand. ] " Drink. You’re losing more than just your temper tonight. "

@bloodshed    ( … )      [      her   gaze   drifted   along   the   sharp   line   of   his   jaw,   following   the   subtle   shift   of   muscle   there   as   it   finally   relaxed.   for   a   heartbeat,   her   attention   lingered   on   his   mouth — an   unconscious   pause,   a   quiet   study — before   she   exhaled   and   let   the   moment   pass.     ]       no   promises,   raelthorn.     [      the   corners   of   her   mouth   twitched   up   slightly,   before   she   picked   up   the   bullet,   rolling   it   between   her   thumb   and   forefinger.   she   was   fairly   certain   she’d   be   able   to   track   this.   a   flicker   of   something   unreadable   passed   over   her   hues,   before   she   placed   it   back   down,   fingers   clasping   around   the   antiseptic   before   she   could   stop   herself.       ]     I’m   pretty   sure   you’ve   done   the   hardest   part.   I   can   take   it   from   here,   doc.   help   yourself   to   the   fridge,   if   you’d   like. 

The shout died in the air, swallowed by the suffocating vacuum of Kalina’s composure. Valerie felt the sting of the "child" comment without Kalina even having to say the word. It was in the tilt of the assassin’s head, the flat line of her mouth.
            
            Valerie took a slow, shuddering breath, forcing the fire in her veins to turn back into ice. The distortion in her voice smoothed out, returning to that low, haunting hiss of a steady tape. She didn't pull back when Kalina leaned in; she met the weight of that presence head-on, her grey eyes narrowed into silver slits.
            
            "It rattles me because I’ve spent too much time cutting the strings to let someone like you try to tie them back on," Valerie murmured, her voice now dangerously quiet—dead air before a strike. "You want to talk about territory? I didn't leave those corpses in your streets as a gift, Kalina. I left them there because I knew you were the only one clean enough to see the trash for what it was."
            
            She reached up, slowly and deliberately, to brush a stray hair away from her own face, her hand now perfectly steady. "I don’t expect the city to kneel. I expect it to burn. And if you’re as smart as they say, you’d stop looking for a puppet and start looking for the match."
            
            Valerie stepped even closer, until their shadows merged on the cold floor. "You know all the secrets? Good. Then you know exactly what I’m capable of when the recording stops. So tell me, since you're so fond of 'cold assessments'..." she leaned toward Kalina's ear, a ghost of an 'unfortunately evil' smile returning. "...are you here to kill the glitch, or are you here to help me break the machine?"
            
            ( @killerwidows — Is the assessment finished, or are we just getting to the good part? )

@-cigarettes_slut-    ( … )   [    valerie’s   shouting   barely   made   kalina   blink.   the   assassin   stood   there,   expression   unreadable,   as   if   she   were   listening   to   a   child   throw   a   tantrum   rather   than   a   grown   woman   she’d   once   considered   competent.   when   valerie   finally   stopped,   kalina   tilted   her   head   just   slightly — the   only   sign   she’d   even   registered   the   outburst.    ]    are   you   finished.     [     not   a   question.   a   cold   assessment.     ]      you   chose   them   because   they   were   rapists.   good.   they   deserved   worse   than   what   you   gave   them.     [      a   pause.     ]     but   don’t   pretend   that   makes   you   untouchable.   you   act   like   the   city   should   kneel   because   you   know   a   few   dirty   secrets.   I   know   all   of   them.   what   did   you   think   would   happen   when   you   left   their   corpses   in   my   territory ?      [      the   russian   woman   leaned   in   just   enough   for   valerie   to   feel   the   weight   of   her   presence.   two   could   play   this   game.      ]      if   you’re   furious   because   you   think   I   see   you   as   a   puppet…   then   maybe   you   should   ask   yourself   why   the   idea   rattles   you   so   much.

“Work for? Hello!Are you really that stupid?I don’t/work for nobody/ except for myself.”
            /Valerie snapped how dare she to even just think she could be some puppet that works for someone? She was independent and the owner of her life’s choices. She was furious that kalina a woman that at least  Valerie respected could think something like that of her. She isn’t a puppet 
            She spent her whole life making her father understand that and now kailina thinks she can ask her that?/
            “I chose them because they were some useful rapist and if you’re actually asking me that question then you don’t know shit about how to ask around in this city!”
            /valerie yelled usually she wouldn’t even use cursing words.she wasn’t that type of woman but now she was so pissed that she made an exception. Her respect for kalina is fading away. How could she really not know about what those men did?/
            
            
            
            (@killerwidows  was kalina just teasing Valerie  about those to make her snap? Or she  actually did not know?)