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[quicksilverwings]

[That had been... an interesting job.

Somehow, Ciar--Wing to his teammates and clients--hadn't anticipated other people going after one of their marks, but that sure is what happened. Now, Ciar can't personally say he minds. They were tackling it from different angles, and now he can't help but think that it was even more effective.

... And maybe he dragged along the mark a little more for the sake of showing off to that handsome (and clearly adorably smitten) blond.

(He still got the desired results, it was fine.)

Speaking of that aforementioned handsome blond, though, Ciar's on a mission today, to track that man down, wherever in the city he might be. He wanted to see that guy again anyway, and he has a question.]

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[quicksilverwings]

[What might be a bit unusual when he manages to get to the roof is someone suddenly getting between him and the guards.

There's even someone waiting on the roof--a tiny figure dressed in black, who's suddenly tossing a rappelling harness at him.

That Hugo might recognize from the bar.]

Think fast!

[destinetmalediction]

[...works for him! Hugo grabs the harness, slips it on, and tugs on the rope to let the tiny figure know he's good to go. Where does he go next?]

[quicksilverwings]

[Ange gestures down the side of the building and then over to a parked car.]

C's waiting in that car. Hurry.

[She isn't using Ciar's actual name here but she doesn't know if Ciar mentioned that he uses "Wing" on the job, when he isn't playing a role.]

[destinetmalediction]

Merci.

[And off he goes, down the wall and over to the car, opening the first door he gets to and sliding in.]

[quicksilverwings]

[There's a hoodie being tossed to him from the driver's seat.]

You sure know how to make a guy worry!

[There's no heat in it, though, and Ciar's smiling as he adjusts a mirror to glance back at Hugo.

They're getting moving shortly after though, with Ciar murmuring over his team's comms for Ange to make sure "the other two" get out.]

[destinetmalediction]

Not on purpose, I promise you.

[Hoodie on and hood up!]

I didn't see you at that party...?

[quicksilverwings]

I was wearing a dress for a good half of it.

[destinetmalediction]

--wait, was that woman in the purple and ivory dress you?

[quicksilverwings]

Sure was~! She showed up halfway through the night because I was posing as staff for the first half.

[destinetmalediction]

Very much your color, just so you know. Who were you targeting?

[quicksilverwings]

Sabine Tasse--the older woman in the unflattering green dress. She's an antiquities smuggler with no problem using kids for it.

[destinetmalediction]

Oh, I almost wish I'd been asked to go after her. I was just trying to return some...stolen property to the artist.

[quicksilverwings]

I wouldn't say no if you wanted to help with the rest of the job?

[Also--]

Either way... We'll be heading to the bar so things can, ah... calm down a bit.

[destinetmalediction]

Yes, that might be for the best. What else did you need to do?

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar lays out the plan to deal with Tasse as they drive to the bar--this was only the first part of the job, at least.

Explaining that takes the rest of the drive, Ciar getting out to get the backdoor of the bar unlocked.]

[destinetmalediction]

[Hugo follows, not saying anything until they're inside. Just in case.]

Do you have a face for this group, Ciar? A dedicated one?

[quicksilverwings]

That typically falls to me. Unfortunately, while we have people who can step in if Alix or Ange are occupied, I'm usually the only option for the face, and that can get... tricky, depending on the plan.

Don't get me wrong, Alix can make for a pretty good face, but it's not their main skill set.

[destinetmalediction]

Then why not let me step in as the face for this next bit? She sounds...particular, and I am very good at particular.

[quicksilverwings]

I'd appreciate that a lot, actually. Thank you.

[He's going to slip behind the bar to get himself a ginger beer--he offers a second to Hugo before pausing, tilting his head.]

Ah. Alix wants to know what kind of pizza you prefer, the rest of the team's grabbing real food on the way here.

[destinetmalediction]

[He will take the beer.

And then pause. Awkwardly.]

I...don't actually know. I've never had pizza, not really. It's just not usually something I have time for.

[quicksilverwings]

Hey, first time for everything.

[He pulls up the site for the pizza place on his phone.]

Here.

[destinetmalediction]

[He starts scrolling the menu.]

...how much meat can I get on a pizza? My iron is likely low.

[quicksilverwings]

... A lot, honestly. There's a meat lover's option at this place and it's pretty good!

[destinetmalediction]

Then that. And do you have any strawberries?

[That should help with his iron and the blood sugar.]

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah, we keep some around here for a few of our drinks.

[He'll get up to grab those!]

Here.