Posted 2 years ago

Si ça ne vous dérange pas trop~: An Attempt at Recuperation (Currently Closed)

clockworkspy:

Tone watched the smaller spy with his head cocked just slightly to the side, a blankly inquisitive expression oddly like a cat’s spreading over his features. Both eyes were attentive if subdued, and while he had thus far given the Frenchman an impression of hostility, there…

Cool green eyes watch the other’s movements with reserved interest, each movement seeming to tickle some unknown fancy within the hypnotist’s mind, every motion triggering some unknown joke. It was when they widened slightly, glittering, accompanied with a miniscule stretching of his grin, that the true Tone shone through in more ways than his actions. Finally, his expression matched the monster lurking beneath the porcelain surface. It vanished, though, replaced with a thoughtful arching of the brows. “I wish I could say the same,” he mused aloud, inclining his head somewhat as he tapped his chin. “Oh, well.” Implying, of course, that Clovis had changed in some manner. Whatever the brunette meant, however, went unsaid as he turned away, giving the halls a prospective glance. As though criticizing the spy on his choice of base; as though he had been given a choice.

"Yes," Tone agreed simply, waving the BLU’s comment aside, "It would be such a shame if that were to happen. So tedious to find new entertainment. Although," he continued, brightening, "Those I’ve met thus far have been quite promising." Casting an indictive glance over his shoulder towards Clovis, the hypnotist gazed at him with curious, penetrating eyes. "Would you have any— recommendations~?" The word came after a thoughtful pause, an invasive smile curling the edges of his lips.

Posted 2 years ago

Si ça ne vous dérange pas trop~: An Attempt at Recuperation (Currently Closed)

clockworkspy:

Even before the shorter spy found the opportunity to articulate some sort of reply, as though hearing the stutter of his heartbeat, Tone chuckled quietly under his breath. Even in such a short time, Clovis had been anything but disappointing to the hypnotist. So rarely did he…

Tone watched the smaller spy with his head cocked just slightly to the side, a blankly inquisitive expression oddly like a cat’s spreading over his features. Both eyes were attentive if subdued, and while he had thus far given the Frenchman an impression of hostility, there would be more surprises in store for the future, both near and distant. The hypnotist’s green hues lit up as Clovis replied, seeming far too curious about the circumstances of his mask, yet for whatever reason not persuing the topic. Most likely, he had noticed the other’s attempt to divert the conversation down that path, and intended on letting him chase it on his own.

"I must admit I was not," he admit, shrugging. Rather abruptly, although without haste, Tone released Clovis’ wrists, stepping back and smoothing the front of his waistcoat with a lazy grin. "But seeing you again, I’m rather pleasantly surprised." Despite being true, the hypnotist was, if anything, a very sincere liar, so it was often difficult to discern honesty and deception by simply his words or motivations. Most who knew him only slightly would understand that however little time they’ve spent with him, it’s enough to know he’s a cunning individual. With this to play with, it wasn’t unusual for the brunette to lie when unnecessary and tell the truth with inconvenient, if just to keep others off their guard with every word he spoke.

"I suppose this may work out to be a worthwhile venture after all."

Posted 2 years ago

Si ça ne vous dérange pas trop~: An Attempt at Recuperation (Currently Closed)

clockworkspy:

His had been far from an extravagant arrival to the base, but one nonetheless memorable for those involved— primarily, of course, the spy himself. Having found himself unable to completely avoid bumping into others, Tone Monicker had mentally noted details, later checking on…

Even before the shorter spy found the opportunity to articulate some sort of reply, as though hearing the stutter of his heartbeat, Tone chuckled quietly under his breath. Even in such a short time, Clovis had been anything but disappointing to the hypnotist. So rarely did he find a curiosity as the Frenchman that made his spine tingle pleasantly at the prospect of a reunion. Flexing his fingers around the other spy’s wrists, cocking his head just slightly to catch each distinction in pitch the other’s voice made as he spoke, the slender figure couldn’t help a smile that didn’t quite reach his distant eyes. A habit of pretense, one might speculate. Depending on the accuracy of the statement, however, discering its truth may be difficult.

"It has," he agreed, scanning the back of the spy’s head and finally registering what seemed so odd about it. "You aren’t wearing your mask," Tone mused, seeming entertained by this. In a deft, skilled gesture of the fingers, the hypnotist had both of Clovis’ wrists trapped in the tight grip of one hand, leaving the other free to wander. It did, but not too far, simply rising and brushing aside the hair at the nape of the Frenchman’s neck and hooking a finger over the collar to give it a slight downward tug.

"Three oh one." Tone wondered fleetingly, smiling thoughtfully, whether Clovis had ever managed to see or discern the meaning of the clockface. "Yes," the hypnotist sighed, "It certainly has been a while."

Posted 2 years ago

Si ça ne vous dérange pas trop~: An Attempt at Recuperation (Open-ish)

spahcrabbe:

The sun beat down, but it was still cold as ever as Clovis climbed his way up and over the fencing running along behind his respective compound. He jumped down into a crouch, wobbled, and straightened up with a shaky exhalation. Heavily lidded eyes watched his breath come out in brief, visible…

His had been far from an extravagant arrival to the base, but one nonetheless memorable for those involved— primarily, of course, the spy himself. Having found himself unable to completely avoid bumping into others, Tone Monicker had mentally noted details, later checking on the data of the map. A job no longer even tedious, the hypnotist had sorted through most of the ones he had found curious, of which there were a disappointing few. It hadn’t taken long then, fortunately, for bored green eyes to alight upon a delightfully familiar name. For a few minutes he had scanned the file and commit the added notations to memory, pleased to find that the spy’s file had been updated.


Returning everything with care to its proper place, Tone had stood and brushed his gloves together, ridding them of whatever ink might have smudged along the fingertips. Fixing the collar of his shirt and letting an absentminded smile grace his features, the hypnotist had slid a hand down to his waistcoat pocket and brushed the chain of his timepiece. Reassuring itself of its ever-reliable presence, he’d chuckled to himself and slipped both hands into his pockets, taking his leave of the room.


Now, though, the prospect of fresh hair and drawn the hypnotist to the roof. It had been the work of spare minutes to determine that the one he sought was gone, and admittedly, the new arrival was disappointed. It would have been much more convenient to find someone he already knew at this outpost rather than take the time to pick out a suitable candidate and go through the process of clocking them into his roster. While the idea wasn’t unexciting in itself— Tone did quite enjoy the method as well as the reward— he had found his enthusiasm tempered for all but what he’d expected since stumbling across the familiar name.


And rightly so. Had he made any advancements on another, it would have been to his regret. Standing up straight and gazing down over the edge of the roof, Tone followed the returned spy with his eyes, scanning his entire figure. As he’d recalled. Turning quickly away and finding his way inside, the hypnotist slipped a hand into his pocket and brushed his fingers along the dial of his pocket watch. Green hues glittering, he slowed as he reached the base of the stairwell, leaning against the wall and chuckling under his breath. What a smile luck could shine upon the most undeserving of souls.


As the familiar form moved past, a hand shot out, catching Clovis’ sleeve. A shadow ducked into view, spinning him around and pinning him face first against the wall. Pressing his body against the one below him, Tone caught both of the other’s wrists, not willing to chance having a knife pulled on him. He wasn’t typically one to be so forthcoming, but an opportunity to startle the Frenchman, something so uncommon for most, was too tempting for even Monicker to pass up. “Hello, dove.”

Posted 2 years ago

((Six hour car trip tomorrow. Not the most ideal time to open up a roleplay account. Goodnight everyone~))

Posted 2 years ago

clockworkspy started following you

that-one-red-pyro:

Oh, hallo zhere…

Hello indeed~

Posted 2 years ago

clockworkspy started following you

medicsassistant:

Thank you for the follow~ *curtsy* 

//Grins lazily, lifting a hand to tip the hem of his fedora slightly. “Likewise, miss.”

Posted 2 years ago
((Courtesy of the lovely Shifty <3))

((Courtesy of the lovely Shifty <3))

Posted 2 years ago

When Shifty draws porn.

  1. Clovis: ....
  2. Clovis: JBSDKJGFBDSJB -*** DIES-
  3. Malcolm: -papapapapapapapapapapap-
  4. Clovis: N8 came in..
  5. Clovis: and was standing there
  6. Clovis: with a mini muffin
  7. Sycophantism: sdghk LOL
  8. Clovis: and was all
  9. Sycophantism: NAAAAAATE LOL
  10. Clovis: "hey do you want one of these last muffi--JKLFBDSJKLGBFJDSBGDSG -SHOVES IT INTO HIS MOUTH-
  11. Clovis: And I just sat there
  12. Malcolm: pffftttttt
  13. Clovis: horrified.
Posted 2 years ago
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
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Putting someone else in a bad mood~