Subject: Lindsey's eyes begun to grow wider, looking around.
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Posted on: 2022-07-06 21:24:47 UTC
"Then who is driving? I don't think this is fun any more."
Subject: Lindsey's eyes begun to grow wider, looking around.
Author:
Posted on: 2022-07-06 21:24:47 UTC
"Then who is driving? I don't think this is fun any more."
So, it’s (American) Independence Day and I’m starting this RP because of it.
Basically, your agent(s) have been kidnapped by some other agent and forced to participate in a national holiday celebration.
Hopefully, that should be understandable.
—Ls
Meanwhile, on the ground...
“I am known as Carlisle Cressington. Now please, get out of my way.” He walked past her, then turned around. “By the way, you have a stray apostrophe.”
((Hopefully that’s understandable.))
Lindsey grinned at the young agent. "I'm Lindsey," she said proudly, "my daddy works in the field and my mummy is one of the trainers. Are you a trainee agent? Are you in mummy's class? Why are you up on a float? Who was that rude man?"
She paused in her pile of questions for a moment, tilting her head to one side and looking closely at Mina. "What type of candy do you have?"
She threw the RA onto the float’s floor and jumped, crushing it.
“See? Your uncle doesn’t know anything!”
Lindsey looked at Mina, then down at the broken RA, and then back up at Mina again. "Wow, did you just destroy your RA just to prove you're better than an eight year old? Good job, you win." Lindsey gave a mock bow, channeling far too much of her father. "You're clearly the better Agent."
... and Lindsey stumbles a little, her earlier overconfidence replaced by a glimmer of fear.
"Why are you stopping?" She asked, glancing over at Mina and wiping her chocolate covered hands on the dungarees she wore their fight of seconds before seemingly forgotten, as the float suddenly, and completely judders to a halt.
I’m not the one driving.”
"Then who is driving? I don't think this is fun any more."
Lindsey slowly made her way to the edge of the float, kneeling down. "Um, Mina," she called with a note of terror in her voice. "I can't see anyone at the controls."
As she turned to look at the agent, tears began to well in her eyes.
The float was slowly veering towards a wall.
"You said you were the full agent, you know how to deal with this sort of thing don't you?" As she moaned, Lindsey looked over the edge of the float once again, wondering just where all of the people had actually gone.
Mina walked along the edge of the float. She then slipped, her fingers barely grasping the float’s edge.
What do you WANT me to do?!”
Mina was slowly losing her grip.
She finally lost her grip entirely and fell onto ground.
Lindsey landed on top of her.
“Ow,” Mina moaned.
Sasha watched the somewhat abrasive older man as he moved away, tugging the stray apostrophe out of her hair with a sigh. "It's amazing what you pick up surrounded by kids all day," she moaned.
Without moving from his path she squared her shoulders, putting on her best teacher voice. "I think you mean 'get out of my way PLEASE' Agent Carlisle. Field agents have to put up with unspeakable things while in the Word Worlds, and therefore deserve a little politeness when at Headquarters, wouldn't you agree?"
“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care. Now vacate of my path posthaste!”
((So much for “somewhat” abrasive. And I didn't think this was going on at Headquarters—but it makes more sense if it is, so I’ll roll with it.
—Ls))
Sasha stepped aside, rolling her eyes and offering Carlisle the face that was usually only reserved for Steven when he was in trouble.
"Well, it's always nice to meet an agent with manners," she muttered under her breath, turning her attention to the float where Lindsey was still talking to the young agent.