|| Age Up || Spy Games || Variable Aphro ||
That vodka really had been a bad idea. Especially as the pretty, curly haired woman you'd been talking to all night had slipped a sleeping drug into yours.
A good hard slap around the face should wake you up though. "Time to wake up now." The young woman's accent had changed entirely, now thickly Russian instead of the mildly put on sounding California drawl she had been in possession of beforehand. Her victim's hands were cuffed and tied with rope behind their back, upper arms arms coiled with further more rope and naturally rope keeping their legs attacked to the legs of their chair. The female spy flipped her curly hair out of her face, in her hand your main weapon, she was perched neatly on an armchair, her dress from the bar still very much in place and just as demure looking as before, despite the dingy surroundings.
"Oh good, you are lucid now, yes?" She asked, cocking her head at you. "Now. You hawe information I want. Giwe it ower, or I'll hurt you until you giwe it to me." Pasha gave a sweet smile. "But I think just giwing me the information is for the best for both of us, yes?" She stood up, setting your weapon down on a table nearby before picking up a hypospray. "This is a poison, a wery deadly one at that, I shouldn't like to hawe to use it on you. My own creation, it will kill you in the most painful manner possible." She announced, obviously very fond of scare tactics.
"Now, tell me where he is." Came her demand.
[OOC: This is not your usual Pasha, she's aged up to 23 and a bit more ruthless than usual. She isn't aware that the hotel has changed her poison for a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, which if your muse doesn't talk, she'll inject them with. Whether they're a mistaken identity, a fellow agent member, a rival spy or just an innocent who's caught up in it all is up to you! Have fun with it and feel free to PM me :) ]
A good hard slap around the face should wake you up though. "Time to wake up now." The young woman's accent had changed entirely, now thickly Russian instead of the mildly put on sounding California drawl she had been in possession of beforehand. Her victim's hands were cuffed and tied with rope behind their back, upper arms arms coiled with further more rope and naturally rope keeping their legs attacked to the legs of their chair. The female spy flipped her curly hair out of her face, in her hand your main weapon, she was perched neatly on an armchair, her dress from the bar still very much in place and just as demure looking as before, despite the dingy surroundings.
"Oh good, you are lucid now, yes?" She asked, cocking her head at you. "Now. You hawe information I want. Giwe it ower, or I'll hurt you until you giwe it to me." Pasha gave a sweet smile. "But I think just giwing me the information is for the best for both of us, yes?" She stood up, setting your weapon down on a table nearby before picking up a hypospray. "This is a poison, a wery deadly one at that, I shouldn't like to hawe to use it on you. My own creation, it will kill you in the most painful manner possible." She announced, obviously very fond of scare tactics.
"Now, tell me where he is." Came her demand.
[OOC: This is not your usual Pasha, she's aged up to 23 and a bit more ruthless than usual. She isn't aware that the hotel has changed her poison for a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, which if your muse doesn't talk, she'll inject them with. Whether they're a mistaken identity, a fellow agent member, a rival spy or just an innocent who's caught up in it all is up to you! Have fun with it and feel free to PM me :) ]