[Evolved] Europe
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				Title: <strong>[Evolved] Europe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>03-06-2016, 20:28:25</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">Europe</span></span></div><hr><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">For your scenes that happen anywhere in Europe! Specific locations - cities and such - should be detailed in headers to keep things sorted out.<br><br></span></span><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]https://placehold.it/150x200[/img][/floatleft][b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]City | Date | Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging | Mentioning:[/b] <br>[b]Content:[/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Europe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 19:55:30</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mysterious mysteries.<br><hr>It really was looking to be a pretty average day in Spain – nothing of note was going on. Even the weather was pretty dull, split between cloudy and sunny; a couple of solid cloud bans rolled over head, occasionally casting shade over the world, but the sun still managed to shine through and heat it up to a comfortable 86 degrees. For the working folks it was just about time for lunch, some a little earlier, some a little later. Right now was a busy time though with the flood of people who got out right now.<br><br>That was, no doubt, why the individual had chosen this hour to meet his soon to be client. How he knew she was going to be are this cafe of all the places in the world was anybodies guess, but in the end it didn't matter. He did, and now he was there. He'd approached pretty casually, walking right by her from behind, but instead of passing by the little wire table where he lunch was yet to be served, he turned around and slid out the chair across from her and sat right down into it – very assumptively. He was a younger man for sure, easy to tell be the detail in his face. High cheeks, no wrinkles, smooth skin. Big ears. A fluffy wave of dark brown hair crowned his head; his eyes were obscured by wide lens shades that seemed about six shades too dark with thick frames that slipped behind his ear. Everything about him screamed government agent; if not the shades the nice looking suit that he wore certainly did. Not Italian, so he was no businessmen, but not a cheapy either. No ear piece though, so at least there was something going for her.<br><br>“Miss Delcroix.” He said, knowingly.<br><br>He was clearly right handed, the way he wore his watch gave it away, but he held a heavy steel briefcase – that looked more expensive then everything he was wearing combined – in his left hand. His fingers were threaded through the handle, and holding tight enough that there was white in his knuckles. His right arm came up to the table and folded before himself. His lips curled into a smile and he gave her a small nod. “Before you call in your friends, Colette... Do you mind if I call you Colette? Either way, I think that you should hear me out. My employer believes that we can be mutually beneficial to one another, and I am inclined to agree.”<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Europe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 21:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Mysterious Stranger<br><strong>Content:</strong> Keeping her cool<br><hr><br>Colette had a wide brimmed floppy white hat and sunglasses on as she sat at her table sipping a black coffee. While it gave her a suitably mysterious look for the occasion she wasn't wearing it out of any need for secrecy but because it was deliciously hot today and if she started basking in the sun she might not have even made it here. It was perfect weather either for swimming or napping and the beach was calling to her for both.<br><br>Colette lowered her shades just a little so she could meet eye to eye with the handsome new arrival and raised her coffee cup to them in friendly salute. <br><br>"I'm not skittish, confident young men are always welcome at my table." she said with a relaxed, lilting tone.<br><br>Still she hadn't gotten this far by being foolish, a quick dive through the local wildlife's senses didn't turn up anything unusual. No one was trying to scare them off and there was nothing unusually heavy rolling about the roads and rattling the sewers below, usually an attempt on her started with one or the other so if this was a trap it was an awfully gutsy one. She could handle one pretty boy if it came to it.<br><br>"Colette will be fine, should I call you Darling? Or do you have a name?" she said with a smile, putting the coffee cup down with a china clink "A man who's all business is nice now and then but it's just not the day for that, far too hot. Let's hear who's curious about me and then you can tell me why."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Europe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 22:22:30</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>Content:</strong> Mysterious mysteries.<br><hr>He seemed receptive to the gesture of communication that she gave him, but it wasn't something that he mimicked. “I'm afraid that I'm not here to discuss details about my employer, Colette. If they are interested in your knowing more about them, I am certain that they will approach you to discuss that.”<br><br>“As for my name, I'm also afraid that due to the nature of my business that I can't give that away to you either. However, instead of darling you can call me M. And no, that isn't short of mystery.” He offered her with the smallest of little smiles – if he was some sort of agent, he was clearly not as hard nosed as the average one tended to be. “It's terribly rude, I know, but it's also the way of things in this age.”<br><br>M turned his head to a passing waitress and held up his hand for her, he smiled and slowly turned to look at her through those heavily tinted shades, but it was clear that his look lingered on Colette for every second they could before his attention was forced to the product of his flag down. “I'll take a tea. Earl Grey, hot, please.” He got a quick nod from the woman who jotted it down and continued on her way. It was his way of giving Colette a little bit of what she asked for, as much as he could anyway. “There's always time, even on a busy schedule like my own, for a cup of tea.” He said, turning his attention back to her, fully.<br><br>“That said, I'm sure understand the time frame of business.” His thin lips curled into the smallest, most knowing smile. “So do forgive me if I need to get to the details somewhat quickly.”<br><br>“My employer would like you to make a delivery,” M's eyes and head shifted, ever so slightly for her to follow, towards the briefcase still clutched in his hand. “A delivery that requires both a fair amount of discretion and haste. You would, of course, be well compensated for your time.”<br><br>The young woman returned with his tea, setting the little plate and cup down before him. With a firm nod in her direction M reached for his cup with his free hand and repeated her little saulte before sipping lightly from its edge. “Interested?”<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Europe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 23:31:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Mr M<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being flighty<br><hr><br>"A case like that is not something that air mail can really handle" Colette said as a Chaffinch (http://www.naturebrain.com/images/VARIOS/Pinzn%20vulgar.jpg) fluttered down to rest on the edge of Colette's tea cup, waiting patiently until she fed it a bit of her biscuit. It didn't seem the least bit concerned to be around people before giving a little hop and taking off again. <br><br>"I can be quick, but a moped would be quicker and cheaper. Am I likely to run into trouble along the way? Or am I delivering myself along with this briefcase?" she said, crossing her fingers as she leaned back in her chair. A small part of her felt there was just a little something off about this but the rest of her screamed 'Of course there is! That's why it'll be fun!' and it's hard to argue when so outnumbered.<br><br>She doesn't wait for an answer, waving away her own concerns. "Fine! Fine, you have me interested, after all you do seem to know a lot about me and yet you haven't caused me any trouble, so I can give a little faith this will be worth my time." she gestures to the brief case with a dip of her head "So where is this going and why does it need me in particular to get it there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Europe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 00:22:36</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>Content:</strong> Seeing to the details<br><hr>Mr. M watched the little bird come and eat from her hand. A confirmation of that which he seemed to already know – it was far from a typical interaction between man and bird. His lips curled into a wide, satisfied, smile when she suddenly agreed to help out. It certainly saved him a great deal of hassle. “You're right, air mail isn't really... secure enough for this delivery.”<br><br>M shook his head casually from side to side and made a little face. “If you don't draw attention to yourself, we don't anticipate that you should run into any trouble. Frankly this should be perhaps one of the easiest jobs you've ever had to do. As for delivering yourself, no, that also isn't needed. Once you've handed the case over to whom it belongs you are free to leave. The terms of our agreement extend only to delivery.”<br><br>Lifting his cup once more he sipped lightly from the side and enjoyed the strong flavor of the tea. He even took a moment to look away from Colette and out over the people around them. “It's interesting how little they all know. If they knew the things we did, do you think they could sit there and eat their biscuits and drink their teas?” His head shook as he dismissed the fleeting thought. “You will be delivering the case to a man named Hrithik Patel, doctor Patel actually. He's an American physicist.” He set his cup down.<br><br>Reaching into his blazer he pulled out a rather thickly stuffed envelope and casually handed it across the table to her. “Ten thousand for your time, two thousand for your silence, three thousand for your expenses as well as details about where you will find doctor Patel.” He released it to her as soon as she went for it. “We trust that the compensation for your silence is adequate, provided that we may be interested in doing business with you again in the future.”<br><br>“As for why it has to be you? The truth is that it didn't have to be. It just needs to be someone with talents like yours, you know, just in case there is some trouble. Again, not that we're expecting any. That extra layer of security and insurance is worth the extra cost, as you can imagine. This is a very sensitive situation.” He moved back for his cup of tea, and gulped heavily from the warm liquid, leaving little left.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Europe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 00:44:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Mr M<br><strong>Content:</strong> Moving on!<br><hr><br>"I think they could keep going on" Colette said as she took the envelope and slid it into her black handbag, she'd read out the details a little later when she was alone it'd just be bad form to do it right in front of him "After all what would they even be able to do about it? People are good at ignoring problems too big for them to grasp, it takes a lot to shake them out of it."<br><br>The situation was certainly a bit odd. Was she being trusted with something actually important or just tested? She knew plenty of people who'd happily blow a few thousand just to test the future loyalty of an Evolved, even one of the more noisy wild cards like her. Or perhaps he had a way of knowing she'd do it before he even came, there were Evolved out there who could know the answers before they even came out of her mouth in a whole number of different ways. They'd found her easily enough and she wasn't even being loud right now, but if there were that powerful why would they even need her to deliver it?<br><br>A curious mystery, but there was clearly no answers coming from Mr M here, his role was to be handsome and hand over a few key items and he'd achieved both now. Taking a long sip of her coffee Colette sighed happily and adjusted her hat before picking up the metal case with an effortless grace as if it didn't weigh a thing at all. <br><br>"Spain is lovely, enjoy it a little before you leave." Colette said "I think it's time for me to move on though so thank you Mr M, you know already that I'll keep silent though honestly I don't even know what I'd tell people even if I wanted to. I'll see what's down the rabbit hole first I think."<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">--- [ <strong>Scene Completed</strong> ] ---</span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Europe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 20:46:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Approaching Midnight<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Hrithik Patel<br><strong>Content:</strong> Come fly with meeee~<br><hr><br>Colette had needed to find some tape to tie the metal case to her hand and have another coffee and a good think before she went into action. It turns out when Mr M had said "One of the easiest jobs you've ever had to do" he was really over estimating how difficult acting was, because escorting a booby trapped case across international waters on a budget that would barely cover a regular flight out there. Which she couldn't take because customs were usually a bit sketchy about people traveling with their bombs. <br><br>It was in fact a challenge and one that had her darn curious as to where this was all going. She was going to need to find out though because while she was pretty sure she could get a good distance from the bomb before it exploded, she wasn't sure if it would be far enough to survive unscathed. <br><br>The case banged the top of the chain link fence as she scaled over it and she rolled to the ground and waited to see if anyone would come investigate the metallic clinking. Lying flat on the mowed grass for a good few minutes as she let her senses drift from the guard dogs at Madrid airport to the few pigeons she'd brought with her. From up high everything looked quiet and while she could feel the dogs impulse to bark at the intruder she had a grip on any animal under her powers stronger than instinct, so they were forced to remain quiet for now.<br><br>Her pigeons were doing good work flocking across the runway and driving the two Spanish men in Bird Control absolutely nuts, they'd been firing thunder flashes at them to try get them to disperse for the past ten minutes and had gone to fetch rifles since that clearly wasn't going to stop her birds. She was hoping to be done here before the great Pigeon massacre of 2017 though so out of respect to her feathered friends she broke from her spot on the ground and made a break for the taxi runway. Here's where eyes in the sky really helped, Colette was faster than a rattlesnake but she still needed to know where everyone on the approach was to get to her flight. Working like this would make a normal person's head spin, trying to manage a hundred different sets of eyes at once but to her it just felt completely natural and wasn't even the whole of it. A drug sniffer dogs nose and ears also filled in a lot of the pieces, like holding a hand close to one eye until you can see right through it, with enough help Colette could unpeel the runway and see everything at once.<br><br>It was a hell of an information rush and why she didn't like being too far from animals, once you'd got used to having senses that spanned a mile and went to spectrum's humans couldn't even register to return to just your own head felt like being blindfolded. Stalking along a row of holiday luggage, Collete grabbed one backpack that smelled of sandwiches with her free hand and took it with her as she approached the planes luggage compartment. The man loading briefly distracted by the sharp bark of the drug dog who she'd instructed to kick up a fuss as she got her run up, he only looked away from his cases for a moment but it was enough for her to clamber right up then and dive on in after all the rest of the luggage, squirming to the back of the pressurized compartment. The young boy who'd been loaded swore as cases began to slip and fall in on themselves, convinced he must have knocked them himself. Blaming it on French Ninja Hotties never even crossed his mind.<br><br>The cold of the metal case on one side, Colette let out a sigh as she let her pidgeons flee just as Bird Control began to roll back up the runway to begin the slaughter, at least some things were getting a happy ending tonight.<br><br><hr><br>The sandwiches had been cress and she hated cress, but stowaways didn't get to be picky eaters. Six hours into the flight Colette had run out of cases to rifle through for anything else and given up, at least there was plenty of toiletries stowed away that let her do her hair and get something of a wash with bottled water and a silverware bowl she was using as a washbasin. She'd even got a cat for company that must have been coming home from Spain which she'd eventually released control on because they seemed nice enough. A spotty tabby with nice fluffy fur and a name-tag that said they were called "Pooch" for some no doubt ironic reason. It had taken a liking to chewing the ends of her hair as she washed it and she wasn't going to stop it, the poor thing was due to spend long enough in quarantine that spoiling its fun now seemed mean.<br><br>"You know" Colette said to Pooch as she settled back into her little comfort pile of towels the cat jumping on her to keep up their assault of all things redhead "I'm usually a First Class gal, don't tell anyone about this. I'd have my image ruined."<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">--- [ <strong>Moving to North America</strong> ] ---</span></span></div>
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