โ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐๐จ?
๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ. โ
โ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ญ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ญ. ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ข๐ฑ
โ Code Name: ๐, ๐๐๐ง๐๐ง๐๐
โ #MarvelRP | #MVRP
โ โ ๊ฑแดแดสแดกแดสแดแดส โ
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Lorna Dane / Polaris.
Biological daughter of Magneto, Alpha-level Mutant, the Mistress of Magnetism, Member of the X-Men, Doctor in Geophysics, Adventurer and working on being less of an unstable mess.
โก + โป ?
Monet leaves the boardroom with two folders tucked beneath her arm, already dialing before she reaches the elevator. Behind her, the visiting delegation is still gathering coats and briefcases. โCancel Geneva. They can come to Paris.โ
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* ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ / ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ .แ โง
โ they took ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ , but they fฬฒaฬฒiฬฒlฬฒeฬฒdฬฒ to ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐.
๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . โ
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" 72,000 channels and nothing on worth watching...
y'think there might be something on mojo-tivo or the spineless spice channel? "
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๐๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ / ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก
former Emperor Dorrek VIII. (Young) Avenger. Kree/Skrull. currently enjoying a considerably quieter life.
โข 616 based
โข current canon / canon flexible
โข descriptive / banter / plotted RP
โข Marvel + crossover friendly
โข 21+ writer
"Congratulations." Monet's attention had already moved on.
The auction was tedious. Dubious antiquities sold to people with neither the education nor taste to appreciate them; each object was made desirable by denying everyone else access to it.
Replying to @MorphingExile
Navy Jacket turns. There's the slightest pull beneath his left arm. Morph's eyes drop to it and back.
"Your security guy has a shoulder holster. So we're both VERY observant. I want that noted."
Lot twenty-seven interrupted that assessment. She read the description twice. ๐๐ถ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ค๐ฆ. ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ.
The scorch marks were familiar. So was the insignia beneath them.
Monet closed the catalogue over one finger, while examining the object from a distance.
"Tell me that isn't what I think it is."
[@MorphingExile]
๐ - There were perhaps twelve people in the room with enough money to belong there and twice as many hoping nobody would notice they did not.
Monet had identified most of them before the wine had arrived.
[@MorphingExile]
"The man beside the west door is security." She turned a page of the catalogue. She had already looked once.
"He checks the exits whenever someone approaches the cases. Armed, I imagine."
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โ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ซ-๐ ๐ฎ๐ป. ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ซ-๐ ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐.โ
Someone, somewhere, is undoubtedly having an emergency. But Monet is not.
The afternoon has been quiet, the champagne is cold, and Monet has successfully avoided every person who might ask something of her for nearly two hours.
Perhaps the day can be salvaged after all.




























