[Introduction] May The Devil have mercy...

[nuns4money]

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[league_mascot]

And just in the hallway is a young man, with untidy brown hair caught in a hair ribbon and rumpled but clean clothes from a bygone era, who sees a half-dressed woman. Armand flushes a little and waves his hands to get her attention.

"Mademoiselle, you might want clothes!"

[nuns4money]

As soon as she sees the man, she quickly draws her gun and points it to his head.
"Where the fuck am I?!"

[league_mascot]

Armand's eyes widen at the sight of the gun. He stills and lifts his hands to show he's unarmed. "There's no need for that!" Of course, his protest isn't answering her question.

[nuns4money]

Indeed. She pushes the gun closer to his head and her voice gets louder.

"YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION! WHERE THE HELL AM I?!"

[the_shooter]

And later, she can easily find Pasha pacing in the main room, reciting something under his breath to himself. His posture is very, very straight, like a soldier, and he's still wearing a cap on his dark auburn hair. He doesn't notice anyone else in the room at first.

[nuns4money]

Eda walks into the room in her Nun habit and stops in her tracks for a moment. For the first time in a long time, she can't believe what shes seeing.

A real 1st generation Soviet cap. Eda knows this because before she decided to join the C.I.A., she was a Military History major in college.

[the_shooter]

More or less. Pasha's sort of a real first generation Soviet commissar, or ex-commissar. When he notices something else, he'll stop, pretend he wasn't doing anything odd, and ask. "Was there something you wanted?"

[nuns4money]

Eda is calm. "No, not at all." Although she is curious...

[cute_shinigami]

At some point, she might find a rumpled-looking young fellow with violet eyes walking through a hallway, carrying a summer-weight comforter and a futon draped over his shoulders. He might not be quite looking where he's going either, but if they bump into each other, at least there are Soft Things involved, though that doesn't keep him from falling over backwards with a loud "WAAAHHH!"

From his prone position, Tsuzuki looks up. "You okay there, ma'am?" he asks. Then he realizes this gal can definitely hold her own...

[nuns4money]

She definitely can hold her own. She's still standing still,like a glacier. She chews on her bubble gum and pushes up those angular glasses of hers. "You need to watch where you're going, clumsy."

She says this in a calm deadpan. Eda is dressed in her nun's habit, as she still believes that she's still on mission. However, the Agent has taken over in the personality, there's no need to be loud here. Not yet anyway.

[cute_shinigami]

He finally registers the "nun suit", and now feels really embarrassed. "I'm, ah, real sorry, Sister," he says, scrabbling to his feet and bowing to her, deeply, nothing but contrition here. "I was in my own little world, I'm afraid."

[nuns4money]

Eda narrows her eyes under her glasses. "Thats Sister Eda to you. Don't call me sis, or I will fill your ass up with lead." Eda's voice doesn't sound like a nun, let alone the cursing.

Also, Tsuzuki should also the register the gun holster under her left arm. This isn't an ordinary nun.

[vial_o_zydrate]

This one has his feet on the coffee table and is more or less resting, eyes closed, hair galore.

GraveRobber is getting lazy - not needing to fight for his life every night is making him a bit more sluggish than he would otherwise be.

There's a half-eaten pear in his hand.

[nuns4money]

Eda walks in on him. She's dressed in her "off-work" clothes, which means skimpy as possible. She never really liked pears as a fruit. More importantly this guy looks like Sawyer's more ragged older brother. There's a nagging part of her (which happens to be the Nun) that wishes to test this guy out, see if he can dodge a few bullets. The agent says no, it's unnecessary...

Oh fuck it.

She pulls out her gun and shoots the ceiling.

[vial_o_zydrate]

GraveRobber is on his feet in a nanosecond and hopping behind the sofa for cover - never mind the pear, it's not that important. Yet.

"The fuck!" And he's just going to go away. Because seriously, gunshots, he does not have a great fondness for them.

(And probably not for the person responsible for them either, skimpy clothes or not.)

[nuns4money]

Eda smiles and puts down the gun, but doesn't put it back up. "So you're just gonna hide like that?"

[x_postal_ines]

Here's a bitch who doesn't care about language, courtesy, or any kind of possible social acceptation.

She's out in the sun, tanning topless, as is the fashion in her home country... or rather, as it will be, 30 years after her death.

Ines has been doing research.

[nuns4money]

Eda goes outside on the porch to go get some air and clear her head for a minute, she's in her "off work" clothes, so Eda's really some scraps of fabric away from being like Ines. She reaches in her bra for a cigarette. At least the help in this place knows my favorite brand... She's about to put it in her lips and light it until she spots Ines in all her topless glory.

Ok...

Thank god Ines wasn't in Roanapur, she would be snatched away, raped, and sold to nearest brothel in town. Still, she wished that Revy would do that... but never mind about that. Whatever blows her skirt up.

To Ines, Eda is looking, and looking quite hard.

[x_postal_ines]

Ines doesn't mind. Ines also doesn't care what you think, Eda - or what anyone thinks, for that matter.

She reaches for her pack of cigarettes and lights up nonchalantly.

And no, she's not hiding her curves. Of course not.

[nuns4money]

She tries to light a cigarette with stealth, but she fails. She was never good at being discrete, that's why the C.I.A. sent her away. So Eda decides to be honest.

"Nice tits."