Toxic Girl (open)

[Anastasia van Drakke]

It had been... a while since she'd been to HQ. Was it June, or July she'f left for the mission? Anastasia was aware Gabriele would want her to report as soon as she was back, but it still didn't feel right to visit without Ivan... She knew it was more sensible for them to take separate flights in from L.A, and that he'd be back by her side in a mere few days, a week at most but still she could not help but feel... uncomfortable without her large Russian shadow. The skin tight jeans and low backed singlet she'd worn were casual for her, the artfully worn leather jacket giving it an edge. If Anastasia had learnt anything about the compound, it was that dog hair was like herpes; once it was on your clothes it never came off.

Her nose wrinkled at the slight oder of the animals and she quickly sprayed on some more perfume. Did they really need so many furry things around the place? A small carrier bag with a present or two she'd picked out for her favourites was in one hand, a manilla folder in the other. The excursion to the Odarennyĭ Institute had provided the girl with some interesting information, as had the examination of Russia's own meta underground. For all that it had been guarded, it had only taken Anastasia a week to get in contact with the dissatisfied super-humans. After all, the blonde was very persuasive.

For all that her over the knee boots looked fantastic, they were not comfortable to stand still in for long periods of time, so Anastasia looked around for somewhere to sit with the smallest covering of dog hair while she wanted for someone to emerge. A dashhund was taking up the most comfortable looking armchair, and she sent it scampering away with a glare and a shooing motion before taking it for herself. It was late, or early, she supposed, but he had said as soon as she was back. Besides, someone was bound to be awake soon.

And Anastasia was most certainly back.

[Fifi Hart]

It was probably a little early-late to be up reading, but Fifi couldn’t help it. Alfredo had hauled his fat ass into her guest room bed just as she was settling down for the night and demanded cuddles. So she obliged. With one gloved hand she scratched the lab mixes belly, her large eyes pouring over a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray.

Alfredo suddenly perked, rolling over and bolting out of the room. Fifi casually raised an eyebrow and padded after the pooch, the cold floor sending gooseflesh up her legs through her bare feet. Sneaking down the stairs, her over-sized t-shirt billowing behind her and hanging off one shoulder. She gasped when she saw the blonde in the chair.

“TAZ!” She squealed at an impossible decibel and scurried quickly from the stair case to throw her arms around Anastasia from behind. Fifi’s toes curled in delight. “Welcome Home!” Anastasia wasn’t Fifi’s friend per se. She had very few of those. The older woman had shown her around things when she came to MSAD young and they’d developed a…something. Friendship? Comradery? Co-dependency? Fifi wouldn’t hesitate to describe Anastasia’s feelings towards her as an addiction.

But that was for another time.

[Anastasia van Drakke]

Anastasia felt the wave of <happy/glad> before her eardrums were nearly pierced by the shrieked greeting. A small eye roll answered the nickname Fifi had anointed the woman with, but she allowed herself to be hugged, and patted the girl's back. Fifi Hart was perhaps the only person under 20 the blonde woman could stand. She was mischievous, hated humans, was quick to manipulate... what wasn't there to like? The Harts were acquaintances of the van Drakkes (there were only so many upper class meta families after all) and Eva had made sure Fifi felt quickly at home with MSAD. There was another side effect to being close to Fifi, one that the heiress was choosing to ignore...

For now anyway.

"Hello pet," Anastasia purred, standing up and smiling at the girl. "It's good to be back! All the fur in the world can't keep you warm in a Russian winter, how anyone can live there is beyond me!" That reminded her... Fifi was one of the few people Eva had thought to pick up a present for. Her parents had reminded her, which had helped. Carefully, she detangled one of the bags from the collection with long manicured fingernails and handed it to the girl. "A present, sweets. From the van Drakke's Fall line." A wonderfully chic mink stole was inside, dark grey and flawless. It would be a popular piece, no doubt. As an extra gesture of... well... friendship or something... Anastasia gave a little push of <enjoyment> to the girl.

But onto more... interesting matters. After being absent for so long, and out of contact (Eva could not risk emails and texts from the MSAD compound) Anastasia knew Ivan would be as anxious as she was to learn what had been happening. "Darling, what've you been up to?" she asked sweetly, pulling the tall girl down into a seat beside her. "Tell me everything! I do hope you've been up to no good."

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi blinked down at the present, honestly shocked that Anastasia had bothered to bring anything back for her. Not that she was going to complain. Fifi was sixteen times as spoiled as any other only child, and she was used to lavish presents. Her jaw dropped when she peeked in the bag. “Oh my god, Taz.” She said breathlessly, grinning like a cheshire cat. “It’s fuckin’ gorgeous!” Fifi dared not take it out of the bag, lest Alfredo think it was a chew toy. The dog had sulked away after Fifi had shooed him off. She giggled and pecked a kiss onto Taz’s cheek, sending a tiny wave of intoxication into the other female.

Plopping down In the chair near Anastasia, she drew her knees up to her chest, revealing the tiny blue shorts covering her bottom half. “No good is my specialty, Blondie.” She said keenly, wiggling her shoulders a bit and sticking her tongue through her teeth. “Have you heard about the new kids?” She inquired, tilting her head. Tons of things had gone on since Anastasia’s departure, but the biggest deal was their offensive on Hammel.

Granted, Fifi wasn’t technically supposed to know about that, being a student there and all. But Levi had to come from somewhere. She eventually discovered through another operative that Levi had been meant to go to Hammel…and that Gabe had broken in in his oh-so-special way to steal the recruiting information. It made Fifi wiggle with glee to know their leader was so dastardly.

“Or Jesse?” She added with a significant dose of distaste. “Dumbass got himself thrown out of the school.” She grunted, pouting and resting her head on her knees. “And got his nose broken.” FIfi held back malicious laughter. “I watched him cry like a baby when doc went to fix it.”

[Anastasia van Drakke]

Anastasia shrugged; it was honestly nothing but a trinket. Still, it was a relief when Fifi got the dog to leave; stupid mutts always seemed to think it was their god given right to bit anything with fur on it. If it wasn't so very vulgar to look at, Eva would have given a strong push to have the company start producing dog hair coats. That would show the stupid creatures. The <satisfaction> was rolling off Fifi in waves, enough to plant a smug smile on the heiress's face. That smile turned dreamy as Fifi's lips pressed against her cheek and that rush of happy, tipsy highness flooded Eva's head. "Ah Fi, haven't lost your touch," the woman laughed softly,

Raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at Fifi's choice of pyjamas, Eva still had to smile at the girl's impish attitude. She slipped the folder down beside her; that was for Gabe's eyes only after all, and then heaved a long suffering sigh. "More rugrats? she shook her head in disbelief, then pulled a silver case out of her bag and pulled out a black devil cigarette. "Present company excepted of course, but I really don't see the point in recruiting youngsters. Unless they're raised properly it's years before they're willing to do anything properly!" Yes, Anastasia did mean attacking humans. Or human sympathisers. Still... how did Gabe manage to wrest them from Hammel's grasp? She asked Fifi, sure the answer would be, at the least, entertaining if the <glee> Fifi was feeling was anything to go by. Besides, this way she could tell Ivan all about it when he was back. Soon. He had better be back soon.

No, no good thinking on that. She could feel frustration bubbling up like lava in a volcano.

The <dislike/disgust/distain> Anastasia could feel radiating off Fifi like heat was enough to give her a very clear picture of just how the girl felt about this 'Jesse'. Oh he sounded intriguing. "Little boy cried at the doctors? Oh, poor thing. Fifi, you should show some more sympathy," she said through her own laughter. Anastasia was, after all, always a good role model. "Care for one? she offered the case to Fifi, lighting the end of her own with the zippo from her bag. "Ivan and I have been missing out, it seems! Still," she chuckled again, pulling a lungful of smoke down before exhaling through her nose, "The meta school in Russia makes Hammel look like some sort of hippy compound."

[Fifi Hart]

One girl’s trinket is another girl’s treasure. Fifi’s family was rich, but they preferred the luxury of fast cars and faster lifestyles to that of opulent fur and other textiles. Also, Fifi’s mother probably wouldn’t trust her with such a delicate piece. As spoiled as Fifi was, there were certain things she just didn’t bother asking for. She wouldn’t get them.

She giggled a bit at Anatasia’s dreamy smile. The young brunette had found it fairly easy to become Taz’s favorite…the woman had an addictive personality, and not the kind that made people flock to her: the kind that kept her locked to something. Something like Fifi’s touch.As much as she considered Taz her mentor, she also considered the blonde a sort of plaything. Proof of exactly how manipulative she could be, and how good she was at it.

Fifi bit her tongue. She was not at all adverse to recruiting members young, though she may have been a little bias. The younger, the more easily manipulated people were. Youngsters could be molded and taught to know nothing but what one wanted them to know. Fifi felt that way about Jenni: The thirteen year-old was already starting to dislike humans. However, she saw no reason in argueing with Anastasia about it; “adults” rarely listened to Fifi’s logic. “They’re easy to find.” Fifi said with a shrug and expendable, she added to herself, yawning slightly. Her grin widened. “I’m sure I can tell you what happened, but the story is way better when Gabe tells it.” She said, practically seething with devilish delight. Plus, the story was rather convoluted by this point, what with the twin’s recent mishap in the woods.

She snorted. “Sympathy? For Jesse? Little puss is barely human.” She said, making a face and sticking out her tongue. “Let alone worth any sympathy.” Role model, scmole-model. Fifi playfully shook her head at Taz’s obvious amusement. “God you’re a bitch.” She said with adoration. Not the most traditional term of endearment, but it was clear Fifi meant it from the heart with love. Fifi regarded the cigarette’s for a moment, then coaxed one out of the pack with her fingers. “Don’t mind if I do.” She purred, smiling happily. Leaning down to allow Anastasia to light it, Fifi’s next words came muffled around the cigarette. “Hammel is a hippie compound. I can’t wait to blow it to bits.” She grunted disdainfully.

[Anastasia van Drakke]

The tiny thread of <contempt> was not enough to bother Anastasia. It was not like Fifi could hide how she felt about the woman when she was around her. It was a small price to pay for the wonderfully soft clouds Fifi's skin could bring into her brain. And as long as she stayed in control enough to twist Fifi's feelings enough to keep her close, she could handle a teenager's contempt. They really were a pair, those two. Though Fifi did have the upper hand, as long as she could keep that skin of hers buzzing.

Anastasia could feel the <disbelief/frustration> that met her remark, and she looked at the pixie-like girl oddly for a moment. then let it slide. She could think what she liked, and the point she did choose to actually voice was, in it's own way, sensible. "Easy enough, but god I hate recruiting," Eva complained, rolling her eyes. It was what her abilities left her most suited to, twisting peoples emotions until they thought that they hated humans all on their own merit. It took all the fun out of it; it was like cheating. Besides, playing nice to snotty nosed brats was not what Anastasia had in mind when it came to wiping out the sapiens.

If the <glee> Fifi was emitting like perfume was anything to go off, Gabe's updates would be a lot more interesting then the heiress had first though. A smirk spread across her own face and she shook out her hair with one hand, the other holding her cigarette to her lips. "I can't wait," she said honestly, her eyes glinting like gunmetal. "Darling Gabriel always has such a... knack for these things." He was a sadist after her own heart... as much as Eva could respect someone outside of herself and Ivan, it was Mr underwood.

Fifi really did not like this Jesse kid. Anastasia didn't even need to feel it, it was written rather clearly over Fifi's deceptively innocent face. "I can't wait to make his acquaintance then," the woman smirked, laughing low in her throat at Fifi's chosen mode of compliment. It was made with sincere affection, and perfectly true. Her long nails flicked the lighter again, and again Eva rearranged her spindly limbs to make herself comfortable. "Little mongrel's already making himself so popular," she sniffed, then rolled her eyes. The topic was now done, moving on. Gabe and his new pet could wait.

The somewhat unnerving glint was back in the blonde's eyes at the very suggestion of finally scoring that embarrassment to metas off the planet's surface. "Poor dear, still having to play sweet to the teachers?" Anastasia sympathised, shuddering at the memory of the latest reunion. To think so many students graduated to go right back to working there! "But blowing them to bits might not be the best solution. I much prefer picking them off, one by one. People get so," Anastasia tapped her lip a she racked her not quite stable mind for the right word "emotional, when their pack starts loosing members." A slight shift, and the glint was gone. "I'm sure you're quite the pupil," the woman went on, stubbing out the end of her cigarette on the ashtray conveniently located nearby. "I do hope you're doing your best in classes, dearest." It was clear Anastasia was not talking about grades.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi pursed her lips. What Taz hated about recruiting, Fifi loved. Twisting people up like she had Jenni was all a great game to her; the best kind of fun. But they weren’t anywhere close to being the same person, Fifi and Taz, so she let it slide. Fine. Let Fifi recruit the younguns.
She yawned, stretching her long limbs. It was late enough that even the excitement of that woman’s return couldn’t keep her up. Frankly, she wasn’t to keen on staying up much longer. If Anastasia was back, she’d be sticking around. Or, at the very least, Fifi would see her again. Taz always came around for the expected kiss on the cheek.

“Popular my ass. What a fucknut.” She grunted. Jesse and she did not get along. No, not at all. She wasn’t denying it at this point. Done stretching, she wilted slightly, pouting like a toddler who hadn’t gotten dessert. “Ugh. Teachers. Yeah, unfortunately I’m still in school. It’s a drag but…I do what I can to keep sane.” Fifi giggled, not even bothering to hide the suggestiveness behind it. “And keep quiet.” She added.

Fifi’s entire job with MSAD was to infiltrate the school. Be sure Gabe knew who was who…originally it had been to keep Jesse “company,” but the idiot had blown it all to shit and run away. Fifi was now alone in an almost-hostile environment. She didn’t hate it, but she much rather would have been at the compound full time. She mulled over Taz’s alternative to blowing everything to hell. Her inner bad bitch positively trembled with joy. “I suppose you’re right.” She grinned over at the blonde woman. “Older and wiser, I guess.”


[OoC: @.@ Sorry this took so long!]

[Anastasia van Drakke]

"I'm always right," Eva sniffed, cocking an eyebrow. She could feel Fifi's malevolent delight, it was almost as good as her kisses. "I just wish Gabe hadn't decided I was a bit too... high profile to arrange a few meetings myself." The corner of her mouth twitched as she allowed herself to imagine the havoc she could stir if she started twisting and splitting a few choice people's feelings. "But it wouldn't do for a cover girl" she preened a little, smoothing her hair with one hand, "to be seen around a meta hotspot." Sure, she was just famous for having money and dressing superbly, but if it was enough to knock her out of action so it was enough to gloat about.

"You'd never guess which of the high flyers up at Hollywood are hiding dirty little secrets," she went on. The jetlag meant she was not about to be sleeping any time soon, and if she was fine then Fifi could stay put for a few more minutes. Just to make sure, Anastasia carefully plated anticipation and excitement in the younger girl's mind, just enough to overpower the fatigue she was sensing. "Opera is still refusing to listen to reason, even though it's obvious her charisma manipulation is getting out of hand."

"and," she went on, quickly disposing of her cigarette in one of the many ashtrays around the place, "I suppose I shouldn't tell you, but it's not like anyone would believe you," she lent closer, speaking in a conspirator's whisper, "The allegations of witchcraft agains a certain woman running for congress are based on a lot more truth then you would think. If I can get close enough to her, it could open a lot of doors." The smirk was back as Anastasia looked out with half lidded eyes. Someone they could control in the Whitehouse... if they could get Gabe inside.... The possibilities were endless.