Bienvenue à Mon Royaume || Victoria

[Léa DuBois]

WELCOME TO MY KINGDOM

Long live the queen, long may she reign. 

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Recently, it had seemed that every day was just like the one before it, especially now they were in a quieter season. La Reine was getting frustrated; some of the researchers working under her had been given grants by the higher ups to invent and test out new gadgets the team had been designing. Unfortunately, there had currently been little success, and things slowly began to grind to a halt in the Q department. Léa DuBois was growing agitated, sitting in her office, waiting for updates. Of course, she had spent the time tinkering away herself, but the entire scenario was certainly frustrating.

So frustrating, in fact, Léa had almost completely lost track of her schedule, appointments, and time itself. She had meant to contact forensics yesterday to check if they had finished processing a piece of evidence which was meant to be collected today for a case by a Miss Anderson, if she remembered correctly. Well, the point was, yesterday came and went, and Mademoiselle DuBois had completely forgotten to sort out the items in question. Not until it was too late, anyway. For, at exactly 11am when the woman was supposed to arrive, a knock at her office door pulled violet eyes away from the file on the “Lipstick Taser’s” latest failed test results.

“Uh, Q?” a young intern called in politely to the older woman, who offered him a polite smile in response. “Forensics called – they said you were supposed to pick up something today. It’s still waiting for you if you want it. Also, a Miss Victoria Anderson is here to see you.”

Léa’s perfect face fell, her eyes widening as they slid over to glance at the clock hanging from her cream wall, before she released a quiet “merde” under her breath. Quickly standing up and smoothing out her skirt (a simply, yet classic pencil design from Chanel, of course), the Frenchwoman gave the younger scientist a nod and made a beckoning motion with her perfectly-manicured hand.

“Oui, oui, of course. Please, Andrew, send her in,” she said smoothly, her other hand moving to place the file in her desk drawer. “And tell forensics that I will be down in a while to collect it personally, s’il vous plait.”

The man nodded and left the threshold, stepping back to allow their guest to enter the comfortable office. Placing a warm and welcoming smile on her face, Léa stepped out from behind her desk and approached the woman with one hand outstretched, ready for giving Miss Anderson a welcoming handshake.

“Bonjour! Welcome to the Q division of MI6.” And my kingdom, Léa was half tempted to add. “I am Q, but most of the scientists know me as La Reine~ ♥” She finished off with a light laugh and a flirtatious wink. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle.”

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VICTORIA ANDERSON (I AM THE BEST)

Tapping her foot somewhat impatiently, Victoria examined her surroundings. The waiting room seemed pleasantly well-kept enough. Her impatience could easily be interpreted as a rude gesture, but honestly -- this appointment had been arranged for at least several days at the very least now. She required the evidence for examination; evidence was always such a tricky and fickle object in regards to deciding the verdict. Depending on how it was used and whether the defense or prosecution utilized it to their benefit, as the evidence could easily turn the case against them. The elusive trait it possessed perhaps added to the appeal.

Regardless, the case would be closed without a cinch once she was finished here, Victoria would see to that.

The case seemed pretty solid in itself. It appeared to be a standard homicide -- multiple victims -- although Victoria had her doubts it was as obvious as it led on. Multiple parties had been involved at the scene of the crime. Each victim had died of something different, strangely: poisoning, asphyxiation, burning to death, and blunt trauma to the head. There had been drugs detected in their blood -- thank God for forensics. The labs at Scotland Yard had not yielded too many decisive results, however; whether one took it as fortunately or unfortunately, the MI6 was seemingly connected to this case.

And that's where it began to get messy.

When the MI6 was involved in a matter that appeared as trite as this, it was never good. It was, therefore, unsurprising when Victoria was rather put off when she was informed that the labs of MI6 had the information she required to prove the defendant guilty. And having to speak to the Quartermaster of all things -- this was clearly bigger than Victoria had initially anticipated it to be. It was unsettling.

At long last, one of the lab assistants -- perhaps an intern, he appeared to be young -- apologized for the wait and brought her to the renowned Quartermaster's office.

She entered with confidence, not allowing any display of what could be considered hesitation or weakness. Victoria Anderson was a proud woman, and she wasn't afraid to show it.

Eyes drawn immediately to the figure in the center of the room, she studies the Quartermaster with interest. She had heard whispers across the way regarding Q; a lady of regal authority, she considered herself a queen. Perhaps a bit egocentric if one interpreted it in such a fashion. Admittedly, Victoria didn't like the sound of such a pompous woman, but she had promised herself she wouldn't judge until she met Léa DuBois in person.

Well, the famous Miss DuBois stood in front of her now. Lovely as the images she had been given through praising words, Q was indeed a woman to be admired. Brunette, fair skin. The picture perfect ideal of any gorgeous woman, her body type was also akin to what a model would be expected to have. Perfume wafted through the air, a light scent that thankfully wasn't overpowering -- it was just the correct amount to apply. And to top it all of: she was French.

Damn.

A hand was extended in front of her, beautifully polished nails shining in the light of the office. Of course. “Bonjour! Welcome to the Q division of MI6. I am Q, but most of the scientists know me as La Reine~ ♥” Tch. She didn't like this typical French persona of seduction, and these playful winks that clearly implied something more. But Victoria would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted. God, she hated this sometimes. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle.”

"Victoria Anderson," Victoria curtly replied. Now was not the time to flirt with the Quartermaster, she was here on business matters. There would be plenty of time for that later -- maybe. "Pleasure. Now that the introductions are over, business. I would like to see the samples immediately."

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[Léa DuBois]

WELCOME TO MY KINGDOM

Long live the queen, long may she reign.

tagged: Victoria Anderson
words: 559

From the moment she had entered her office, Léa could see the confidence that was practically radiating off Victoria Anderson. She shone, glowed with an unmistakable raw beauty which could only be attained through dignity and pride in oneself, as well as a sense of power and strength. Yes, the Quartermaster could instantly tell that the stunning blonde standing before her was a strong woman.

“Victoria Anderson. Pleasure. Now that the introductions are over, business. I would like to see the samples immediately.”

…Make that a strong, yet rather too blunt and slightly too curt woman.

Nevertheless, as per usual Miss DuBois kept her charming smile firmly fixed in place, as though the Englishwoman’s rather brusque tone had not registered with her. Lowering her hand, the Frenchwoman stepped slightly to one side and motioned towards the free chair in front of Léa’s desk.

“Please, have a seat.”

With the offer made, the brunette woman took the opportunity to return to her desk and settle down in her own chair, her eyes never once breaking contact with the stunning emerald orbs owned by her guest. My, her eyes truly were exquisite. It was rare to see such a vivid shade of green – the only other example which sprung to mind were those two Irish twins who both worked as agents. But certainly, it was a very flattering shade for the woman in Léa’s office. Vivd and bright, like the most lush grass of the English countryside in early spring. It was hard not to compliment her and her stunning eyes.

“Might I just say, Mademoiselle, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Such a marvellous shade of green.”

Correction, it was impossible not to slip in a polite compliment. The words had rolled off her tongue with easy, and were as sweet and smooth as honey. Léa was no liar, so the compliment was a fair one. If anything, she was simply pointing out a fact.

Reaching out for a new box of the finest Parisian macaroons which had been sitting on her desk, Léa DuBois carefully opened the lid and offered the assortment of brightly coloured delicacies to the English woman. She was trying to be the perfect host and make her guest feel comfortable. This was something Léa was used to – she often would entertain, and even in such similar meetings she tried to make the entire scene much more enjoyable than some stuffy, formal business do.

Speaking of business, she could not help but raise one eyebrow slightly in amusement at Victoria’s last comment. She was such a matter-of-fact woman, it was more amusing to Léa rather than serious. The brunette woman shook her head and once more, allowing a light and bubbly laugh to leave her throat again.

“Ma cherie, we have plenty of time~” was her calm response. “Do not worry. Besides, I would have considered it more courteous to drag the niceties out a little bit longer, non? We have barely greeted each other. You are supposed to ask how I am, and then I ask you the same. Isn’t that how it goes?”

Granted, Léa was really buying some time for herself. But that aside, she did like to have conversations, especially with confident people. And it was evident that Victoria Anderson would fit into that category rather easily.

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VICTORIA ANDERSON-KIRKLAND (I AM THE BEST)

Time was precious during an ongoing investigation, particularly with one where the MI6 was so heavily involved. Although certainly not the first run-in with the service, this was turning out already to be one of the most memorable ones -- and not just because the Quartermaster had turned out to be maybe to be Victoria's ideal woman. The case itself was unusual, and her thoughts furiously flipped back and forth from the gruesome details to Léa's hair to the speed necessary to pin down a criminal to the scent of perfume that wafted through the room.

“Please, have a seat.”

This was already taking far too long for Victoria's liking. She didn't have time to spare for this game of flirtation, despite her desire to actively participate. As the Quartermaster returned to her seat, never breaking eye contact, Victoria couldn't help but grimace. She was being challenged here -- and Victoria Anderson-Kirkland never liked to lose.

"I'm fine, thank you," she said, stubbornly standing.

“Might I just say, Mademoiselle, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Such a marvellous shade of green.”

While normally she would be flattered at even a cliche line as this, Victoria was impatient. The line itself was embellished beautifully, but this certainly wasn't the first time she had heard such a compliment, and she was no longer impressed. The infamously charming Quartermaster would have to step up her game if she was genuinely interested in Victoria.

"I appreciate the knowledge that you aren't color blind," Victoria noted scathingly, deciding sarcasm would be her best weapon here to move along the conversation to business. Meanwhile, Léa pulled out a box of macaroons, daring to even laugh like she was queen of the world.

“Ma cherie, we have plenty of time~. Do not worry. Besides, I would have considered it more courteous to drag the niceties out a little bit longer, non? We have barely greeted each other. You are supposed to ask how I am, and then I ask you the same. Isn’t that how it goes?”

God, she was still trying? Victoria didn't think the Quartermaster could afford to be this ignorant -- or desperate, for that matter.

"Oh, of course. How rude of me," she emphasized the word rude dryly, "How are you? Well, I presume. And, oh, how am I? Just as well. There. Done. Are you satisfied?" Normally, Victoria would manage to be respectful to someone with such authority, but today was not going as well as she had hoped. Her patience was running thin, and soon the thread would snap in half -- she didn't want to think about what would happen then. She heaved a sigh, bowing her head down the slightest degree to demonstrate she was sorry. "My sincerest apologies, Miss DuBois, but I am in a hurry. If you would like to continue the pleasantries at a later date, it would be my honor." She did mean it, too; she wouldn't mind spending the time to become better... acquainted with the Quartermaster. "But for now, I need those results. I trust they are already finished?"

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{Spoiler}Léa DuBois LOL only took me three months to reply. vICTORIA AINT IN THE MOOD FOR YOUR GAMES OKAY LEA. WE CAN DO THIS LATER I PROMISE U BUT PLS