Laima chuckled. "As a fortune-teller, I've picked up some useful prediction skills. And I predict this won't be going as smoothly as you think…"
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"I know." Dove sighed and grabbed another shot of Vodka, "I'm this close to killing Roman."
Laima strode over to Dove, resting her hand on Dove's shoulder. "Now, dear, I see that it's a big secret, but could you PLEASE tell me who Roman is?"
"Our employer." Dove shrugged off the girl's hand, "It'll be better if I don't go into details."
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Yeon strided over and picked up a shot glass, downing it quickly. “Shall we exchange contact information for later? Because I really do need to get home. My dogs can’t feed themselves. Last time they killed the neighbors cat.” He chuckled a tad.
"Just go home then." Dove yawned and sauntered outside, "I'm going home as well."
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“Mm, sounds nice,” Yeon said, following her outside. “You have my number, Dove. Call me.” He winked and ducked into his dark, sleek car.
Dove smirked, "In your dreams, darling."
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“Talking on the phone with a girl is not the ideal thing I’d be wanting to do,” He called out the window in a flirtatious tone before speeding off.
Laima sighed, turning to Dove. "I'll be going then." She pulled out a small phone, wrapped in a beige case, and motioned to Dove to hand over her phone so Laima could type the number in. Offhandedly, she said, "Since you finally told me who this guy Roman is, I suppose I don't have to put more drugs into your system."
"Right." Dove raised an eyebrow, "Drugs don't have an effect on me."
"And if you ever need to see me, the best place to find me is my shop, not the phone. So bring the not-boyfriend over and we can discuss when you have time."
"Which one, Yeon or Roman?" Dove laughed, "I have too many not-boyfriends."
"Drugs don't work on you?" Laima asked. She was intrigued. "How wonderful."
Dove was taking too long to give her phone over (Laima's impatient XD) so she just snatched the phone. When Laima finished typing her number in, she gave Dove a showy bow before turning away and slipping away into a street corner.
Dove walked away into the night, well, Roman's drugs work on me.
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Yeon arrived home a few minutes later and went into his house. He immediately threw his tie off and loosened the collar. He fed his two dogs and went up to his bedroom to shower.
When Laima got home through the back door, she quickly refreshed her home with fragrances- a mixture of perfume but also one made to smell like herself, meant to smell like she had been here making perfumes all day like she the sign on her door advertised. She softly tripled-checked the fifteen security alarms before tucking herself into bed. (See you tomorrow)
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Yeon woke up in the morning feeling refreshed. He got out of bed, his hair messy. He yawned and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
Dove walked around the streets, expecting to get drugged by Roman.
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Yeon poured himself a bowl of cereal and ate, then went back up and got ready for the day. He stepped outside, walking to his car so he could check in with his boss.
Laima decided to have a fun day. She opened shop, spraying her place with fragrances.
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Yeon soon arrived at the large office building that was being used as the MS-13 headquarters in the area. He showed his keycard to the new operative at the front, the younger man nodding his head in a sign of respect. He went to the elevator, clicking the button to the top floor and waiting as it went up.
Laima wondered what her newfound colleagues were doing - but there was a new customer in, a young man with a dark cloak - so she couldn't think about it.
"Good morning!" he said, settling into the pillow-laden chair customers were to sit in.
"Hello," Laima sweetly replied. "What do you desire? No, let me guess…"
Laima pretended to think, while meanwhile slipping her hand into her pocket and unsealing the thin purple bottle. To buy time.
"You're here… to find out who you'll marry!" she exclaimed. The man seemed amused, almost mocking, as he shook his head.
"Hm… the winning lottery number? Today's best steak?" Laima asked playfully. The man scoffed, shaking his head no. Laima could tell he was antsy to tell her - but she needed to keep guessing.
"It's the flyball, game, isn't it?" Laima asked. "Ah, no, wait. They don't play flyball or here, I think. Maybe that was somewhere else. But there, yes, they played flyball continuously… so the flyball game was always on their minds -"
"I'll tell you why I'm here." He said. "Possibly you know this mark?"
He held out his hand - on which an obvious mark of a peacock was. He grinned. "I'm here with my fighters to take you down, you traitor of a termite."
So when he stood up and promptly fell flat on his face, Laima vanished to the back of her room, muttering, "Ah yes, that was my next guess."
Dove felt a cloth get pressed to her mouth and she frowned, annoyed. When she woke up in the room, she turned to Rowan and sighed, "Maybe you could just ask next time?"
So while the fighters were stationed, waiting to hear from their leader whether the 'termite' had surrendered or needed to be ambushed, Laima was hurriedly packing her important spell sheets and bottles into a thick knapsack, also her traveling bag. She needed to get out quickly - she knew that the people outside would figure out soon that their leader was down, and then they'd come for her.
If she came back later, she'd be bait for sure. She couldn't come back. What did she need?
Enough supplies to keep the business going, her phone and taser, and her treasure - the gift from her market town - she was set.
She ran out the door, the only place in mind - away.
(If Roman needs to kidnap Laima, that's fine btw XD) She hopped around bridges, fleeing through the alleys and taking sharp turns, and when she reached some sketchy magic store that she had never seen in her life, she scaled the side wall up and found a groove in the wall which she fit herself into while trying to think.
Where could she go?
Oh yeah. The reason that the Peacocks came in the first place.
Laima opened her phone, slowly dialing Dove's phone number. Dove better allow her to stay over, or Laima would have some very harsh words with that teenager.
She waited for Dove to return the call.
(Btw is it Roman or Rowan)
(Btw is it Roman or Rowan)
(its Roman but I keep writing Rowan and honestly I don't even know why XD)
Roman smiled, "I didn't know you were that inclined towards me."
"Not really, I just don't like being drugged." Dove rolled her eyes.
Laima cursed as the call went to ringtone. No, she refused to believe that this new coworker of hers was untrustworthy - she used her best judgment on this. Also, there was money and stealing on the line.