Legends reborn ~ Their truth will be revealed (closed)

[Asa]

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If the past 400 years had taught him anything it was that no matter how hard you try to avoid it every race... every tribe... every land would feel the devastation of war deception and evil. There was no utopia... not any more... not since the humans were given primary power in a foolhardy attempt to end the struggling and strife and with that the Ancient races the Gods and Goddesses allowed themselves to fade into the shadows. They still walk the realms but few have the sight to know who they are anymore.

Events though were changing and the races and realms were reawakening and seeking the powers of old once more their weapon of choice once more was...

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Alexandra Grey

She had still not awakened yet her "mortal job" revealed to many that somewhere she knew what she was deep down.

To the mortals she was a deep cover agent capable of completely becoming the required person as if they had always existed. When needed her ability to eliminate the enemy without a trace was never questioned but greatly demanded. Centuries ago they had been assigned together but when factions realized he would not kill her if needed to protect whoever held power from her rage they were turned on each other to the death no one realizing that death would refuse them as death feared her. A pact was made and death joined forces with the sun priests and cleared their minds of each other then cast them to the ends of the realms.

Now their paths cross again as factions disguised as humans seek to manipulate her powers and leave her lost in her "mortal life". He had no idea it was her until...
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Director Jacobs I work alone know that. That was our deal when I agreed to sign back on. Now you say I have to have a handler and of all people you make it agent Laurent who nearly got me killed on countless occasions. What is the threat so great you are willing to go back on our agreement?

Alexandra growed trying to maintain her calm.

The director looked at her straight faced revealing nothing as he spoke.

My bosses orders I tried to go to bat for you on this but they don't understand how you can do what you do and they really don't trust who you are going to have to become for this deep cover operation in Europe.

Alexandra looked to the file her new "handler" Sabrina Laurent handed her. Reading it carefully she smiled.

You didn't tell me I would have to sink back down into the decadent depths of the Countessa.

Her eyes flickered and shimmered. She loved being the Countessa... wealth... power... devious mystery... with an entire country willing to protect her at any cost.

Agent Laurent glared at getting saddled with this psychological freak show.

We have added to her profile to help bring her a little more into the current times outside of her compound. At the request of an old business partner the Countessa has made a contribution to assist a new security system creation and she...

You mean me... that is how th I works agent Laurent... the Countessa is me so whatever you have added is added to me.

You... she growled... have also been involved in travel to regions that no one can get access to. Rumors are that you have so very damming dirt on the governments that have let you travel to this locations. You have also bought some entertaining locations throughout Europe. I leave those reasons to you. You plane leaves in an hour.

No agent Laurent your plane does... the Countessa has a private jet sitting and a pilot on call 24/7 at an undisclosed airport. See you if I must in London and dear do try not to get me killed.

With that Alexandra walked out of the room already falling deep into the Countessa persona.

Sabrina looked to the director.

You are walking a fine line Monk. They will never be paired up again and my orders are clear if they ever near each other or show signs of remembering... she dies. Why does a holy sect care about a being created solely to kill through deception and masquerade?

He looked at her unphased.

I could ask you the same thing but I already know your reasons for trying to get her killed and I know even with his memory wiped he refused you again.

With that Sabrina stormed out of the office to catch her flight to London.

 

[Ins_spacetime87]

The alarm on his phone went of, Victor was instantly awake. The dark haired girl in his arms mumbled something and went back to sleep. He untangled himself from the slender tanned body and got out of bed. The wine glasses from yesterday were still on the ledge of the hotel room balcony, right next to the half finished bottle of scotch. He smiled as he stretched his naked frame, then walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower. This is why he loved being a private contractor.
When he got back from the bathroom the girl was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her name was Roxanne, he recalled. Her name was unimportant, but he had a thing for remembering details, which had saved his live more than a few times now. Besides, women seemed to like when you remembered their name. Roxanne was obviously surprised to see him fully dressed. "where are you going," she coed, "come back in bed with me."To emphasise her words she pulled the covers open for him, revealing her delicious naked frame.
"No," he answered, "the room is paid for until the evening, have yourself some breakfast before you leave"
He was out the door before she could process what he had said, his bag had been neatly packed next to the door, as always. He hoped she wouldn't make a scene and come running after him. She didn't. Roxanne was out of his mind before he stepped out the hotel door on the London side walk.
The location where the meeting had been arranged was a twenty minute walk from the hotel. Tourists were starting to fill the ever busy streets of London, he grabbed a bite to eat at a local tea house and a cup of coffee on the go. Pubs were opening in the Soho quarter. The one he was headed never really closed. The two pence pub was dark and smoky, even on this early hour. He was an hour early, as planned, and sat at a window table waiting. He never walked into a meeting unprepared, especially when the meeting was with a client he never worked for. After 50 minutes the Client arrived, but Victor waited another 10 minutes before he crossed the street to the pub where the meeting had been arranged, 'The Bloody countess.' It was Victors job to know, yet he did not yet know how fitting a name that was.
The first thing Victor noted about the client was that he was not new to this kind of meeting, often his clients were nervous, but this guy was completely in control of himself. He drank tea, as Victor ordered his third cup of coffee. two envelopes were passed down the table, one contained his down payment, the other a single picture. 15 minutes later Victor walked from the pub, storing the features of his client in his mind, soft cleric hands, soft voice that spoke of hidden power, big signet ring with a signet to worn to recognise and a strange pendant. The symbol on the pendant irked him, like a needle in his brain, but he couldn't think why, so he stored it away and planned the job. First a new hotel, it seemed he would be in London for a few more days.

 

[Asa]

Placing a call a limo was waiting at her hotel to drive her to the airfield to her private plane. She loved the sight of NYC falling away I to the distance. The city annoyed her to say the least but she didn't really know why. Arriving at the airstrip a young man walked from the private jet and helped her from the limo.

Countessa it is wonderful to see you. Where will we be traveling to this time?

London... It is long over due to go home Lorenzo.

The young man nodded and carried her bags to the jet and guided her to a seat. He then arranged for a meal and took his place across the isle from her.

Fair skies we should be there in a few hours. The limo will be ready at Gatwick when we arrive. Will you wish to go straight home or perhaps visit one of your investments?

Home for now... I have some things I need to attend to.

 

[Ins_spacetime87]

The reason Victor liked London so much, was considered a down-side of the city by most... The rain. People never minded their surroundings in heavy rain. His mark was greeted by a typical English summer as she left the airport, so she didn't notice him snapping a few pictures as she was guided to her limo, protected by a large build driver holding an umbrella. Unfortunately, he didn't get a good look at her.
As the limo left the airport, he returned to his rental car, an older model Volkswagon. Granted, he would have prefered something with a little more power under the hood, but it was nicely inconspicuous. And it was small, so he could get ahead of the big limo that had to lumber trough the busy traffic of Londons main roads. He had taken a small risk by guessing that after a trans-atlantic flight, the Countessa would want to go to her mansion, and sure enough, half an hour afer he had parked at the main road leading to the mansion, the Limo came driving by. He followed at ample distance. His misson was clear, find out why the Countessa had decided to come back to England so suddenly and report back.
A quick google search had left him intrigued with this mysterious persona. As they neared the mansion, his mind went one last time over his plan to get the intell. It was Jobs like this that made Victor love his profession....

 

[Asa]

It seemed the whole of England in unique ways were protective of the Countessa. Agent Laurent had a decent understanding of why. There were a large number of the more peaceful protective races here... It reminded her of a retirement village then again no matter how much England grew she would always see it as scattered little villages and the land of the legends. Agent Laurent had arrived at the house after Countessa by at least an hour. She circled the area casually as if looking for an address eventually pulling into the long gated drive to the mansion .

Countessa had taken over a long lost "castle" deep in the hills and civilization bloomed around it. Mainly houses of her staff and security taking up the property near the entrance of her driveway. She was not surprised in the slightest at Laurent's entrance trying to boss the staff around.

Agent Laurent dinner will be served in an hour Mariya will show you to your room and if you need anything further from the staff... Please... Be polite.

With that Countessa made her way to her office to begin her work gather her own intelligence on the money laundering socialite.