LindsMagee
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Noticing the shoes set on the floor and the relaxed posture of the man as he sat on the bed, Vasilissa assumed he was looking to get some rest. She was prepared to leave until he invited her in with light conversation. As the man poured and handed her a glass, she thought of the Hunter’s earlier remark regarding double agents. Who would be a better suspect than a negotiator, great with people and mental manipulation. As for the cards however, what a truly tragic loss. The idea of a card game between everyone at camp trawler was oh so interesting...especially in when the competitive natures and tempers that Vasilissa herself and those surrounding her had came into play. Hell, the thought of that deadly card game alone was almost enough to make Vasilissa go to town and purchase a deck herself!
“What a pity about the cards. Probably good that we don’t have any here though, wouldn’t want to interrupt your winning streak now would I?” Vasilissa responded with a smirk and a sip of the vodka. Surprising, she pegged him as more of a Chambord kind of guy. Perhaps just a bit of French stereotyping on her part though. Slowly pacing the tent, she stopped in front Claude as he asked about life. The question caught her off guard, causing her to tilt her head back in a light laugh. How amusing it was- the situation they were in and the question he had asked -they were super spies, formerly from enemy governments, and he had asked about life! The notion of this question seemed oh so humorous to her in the moment, or maybe it was the amount of liquor she'd consumed in this sorry state of hers.
“As for life, Monsieur Marceau, I must complain the cards are ill shuffled until I have been dealt a good hand.” Vasilissa presented a charming smile, she knew he would appreciate and understand the reference. After all, he was one of the only worthy adversaries she’d ever come to face in regards to card games.
Pondering for a moment, she tapped the side of her glass softly with her ring finger, the metal echoing against the glass in a minuscule ringing sound. “Not that I don’t want to share details about my life, but I am very curious to know something,” finishing the rest of the small glass, she challenged “I’m afraid I must inquire to know just what a man of your expertise thinks about the various people gathered here so far? You must be good at reading people, no?” With an intrigued expression painted on her face, she sat against the small side table near the bed and leaned forward to hold out her glass, awaiting the response and the liquor.
(Interactions: ReverseTex )
Noticing the shoes set on the floor and the relaxed posture of the man as he sat on the bed, Vasilissa assumed he was looking to get some rest. She was prepared to leave until he invited her in with light conversation. As the man poured and handed her a glass, she thought of the Hunter’s earlier remark regarding double agents. Who would be a better suspect than a negotiator, great with people and mental manipulation. As for the cards however, what a truly tragic loss. The idea of a card game between everyone at camp trawler was oh so interesting...especially in when the competitive natures and tempers that Vasilissa herself and those surrounding her had came into play. Hell, the thought of that deadly card game alone was almost enough to make Vasilissa go to town and purchase a deck herself!
“What a pity about the cards. Probably good that we don’t have any here though, wouldn’t want to interrupt your winning streak now would I?” Vasilissa responded with a smirk and a sip of the vodka. Surprising, she pegged him as more of a Chambord kind of guy. Perhaps just a bit of French stereotyping on her part though. Slowly pacing the tent, she stopped in front Claude as he asked about life. The question caught her off guard, causing her to tilt her head back in a light laugh. How amusing it was- the situation they were in and the question he had asked -they were super spies, formerly from enemy governments, and he had asked about life! The notion of this question seemed oh so humorous to her in the moment, or maybe it was the amount of liquor she'd consumed in this sorry state of hers.
“As for life, Monsieur Marceau, I must complain the cards are ill shuffled until I have been dealt a good hand.” Vasilissa presented a charming smile, she knew he would appreciate and understand the reference. After all, he was one of the only worthy adversaries she’d ever come to face in regards to card games.
Pondering for a moment, she tapped the side of her glass softly with her ring finger, the metal echoing against the glass in a minuscule ringing sound. “Not that I don’t want to share details about my life, but I am very curious to know something,” finishing the rest of the small glass, she challenged “I’m afraid I must inquire to know just what a man of your expertise thinks about the various people gathered here so far? You must be good at reading people, no?” With an intrigued expression painted on her face, she sat against the small side table near the bed and leaned forward to hold out her glass, awaiting the response and the liquor.