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Long time no see, eh? I sincerly apologise for being absent for such a long time, and thank you so so soooooo much to the staff for constantly extending my hiatus for me. Good news is, exams are finally over!!! \;w;/ *throws confetti* Bad news... those same exams have effectively murdered my writing muse. So, this really is just a note to say that I am back and intend to stay. I just might be a bit slow as I try to get back into the swing of things.

Thank you again you beautiful staff people for being so kind and allowing me to be exempt from the ACs, and thank you to everyone else for being so bloody patient with me. <3333 See you all in the cbox soon!

-Amy

*throws Ireland at England and runs--!*

I mean, hi~ It's so good to have another Arthur here! XD For reasons, we need to plot. Aoife's oldest of the main Kirkland bunch (beat you Donny by 10 minutes, mwahahaha~) but she's... not exactly all that close to her siblings? Tends to distance herself a bit, and is generally too stubborn to attempt to get along. Then again, seeing as Arthur works for MI6 they'd probably cross paths.

Sorry my brain is derping and I'm rambling about nothing. XD Um, yes, let us plot something! Idek what but we should do it.

oooh yes pregnancy!

Aoife-senpai is so disappointed omg v.v

/is poked omg

Yesss Nesia and Aoife: the Emerald Duo!! uwu I think we plotted the whole work relationship with Aoife acting as Nesia's advisor and stuff aaaand she'll be helping her hide during the whole Ivan thing. But! They should be a kick-ass duo generally. Because Emerald Duo eeee ;w;

We should thread something. Like idek, training? Aoife-senpai. Though wait, you're doing something like that with Vash uuuh....

Any ideas?

of course we're talking unu you kinda deserve it

but yes Asu,I think we're pretty much sorted.

fsst it's fine.

Okay so I think we're sorted for both Charlotte and Cerys. We should do something properly with them when we're less busy and have the time ;n;

Also, the fact you posted on Elizabeta's account reminded me: we need to finalise stuff between these two as well. All the plotting, Asu.

The tension was thick that night. Overbearing and oppressive, the atmosphere felt as though it was pushing down on everything, weighing her down. Despite how her composure was remaining firmly in tact, just as she was trained to do, it had not taken long for Aoife to realise that this situation did not bode well. She wasn't stupid, and the threatening nature of the scene playing out in front of her was too obvious not to pick up on. Braginsky's smile had given it away. The way he was watching her, with such a serene yet such... cold eyes... It sent a threatening shiver down her spine, and made her skin crawl unpleasantly like a biting chill was creeping through her flesh. Tonight wasn't going to end well; Aoife already knew it.

There was not much she could do now without digging herself an even deeper grave except watch Ivan wordlessly as he slowly stood up, suddenly towering over her at his full and intimidating height. The words which he spoke as well, despite the perfectly average tone he spoke with, were just as threatening.

"Ah, but of course not. That'd be such a waste. Death by a heart attack wouldn't be much fun at all."

Their eyes met, piercing violet locking in on bright emerald. Her gaze didn't dare waver, Aoife projecting the little confidence she could in the situation, keeping a level-head. Stand tall, she thought to herself. Don't let him think that you're anything but poised. Even so, it was hard not to shrink back instinctively. The Irishwoman had caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, and was well aware that Ivan's men already had her surrounded. Assessing the situation calmly, she allowed the scene to mull over in her head as she tried to formulate a way out. Knowing how this group worked, they had probably already planned in advance. Most likely, Braginsky already had men situated outside should she try to make a quick get-away now. Even if that wasn't the case, those two men right beside her wouldn't exactly make it easy to get out now. Somehow, Aoife knew she had to get out of here and send a distress signal to MI6. How she could, though?

Her best bet was to act oblivious, innocent. She would try keep up the façade for as long as she possibly could. If she could convince these guys that she wasn't an agent, Aoife still had a chance. Maybe she was grabbing at loose ends and the risk was high, but it was a risk she was willing to take.

"Mmh, no..."

Ivan's voice once more pulled her away from her train of thought, bringing her right back to the present. Instantly, her expression became confused, like a rabbit in the headlights. To an outsider, it would have been the look of an innocent; someone who had no idea about what was truly going on. If Ivan could fall for it, Aoife was sure she would be getting away from here tonight.

"I'd prefer a method that'd make it last a little longer."

"Ivan, what are you--?"

"This... is our last time seeing each other, after all."

Aoife swallowed, the colour slowly draining from her face. She couldn't say she was too surprised by the response, yet hearing it still made something in her stomach drop. This wasn't the first time she had been in a close situation, oh no. But, it was the first time where Aoife could see her chances growing smaller and smaller with each passing breath.

"So, any suggestions? ... Agent O'Neill?"

That was it. In that moment, it felt as though something had just been ripped out from underneath her. Her breath caught in her throat momentarily as she tried to work out how... how did he know?
A painfully long silence hung in the frigid air as the tension grew thicker. Despite all her training for every eventuality, Aoife found she could not get her brain to process properly.

Eventually, the woman allowed herself to laugh awkwardly, nervously. One small step was taken backwards so her back was pressed up against the door, her hidden left hand already making it's way to the door nob and wrapping around the cool metal. The other, also hidden from the eyes of the men surrounding her, was reaching for the watch on her left wrist. Whilst it may have looked like an ordinary piece of jewellery, the item was actually a gadget from the Q division. Just by touching the crown of the watch, a distress signal would instantly be sent to MI6.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ivan," her words were laced with that nervous laugh, as though "Krasnayachka" honestly was confused by everything which was unfolding. "Me? An agent? That doesn't even make any sense!"

Her grip on the door handle tightened when she glanced to the side, noticing the two men taking another step towards her. Keep calm, O'Neill. At that point, her finger lightly touched the piece of the watch, which caused a tiny red light to begin softly pulsing on the clock face. Luckily, her hands were still hidden behind her back. Hopefully the bratva members hadn't noticed her movements or the blinking red dot.

"If this is a joke, it really isn't funny." Her gaze flickered back to Ivan as she spoke, and she offered the man her best attempt at a smile. Slowly, though, she was pulling at the door, trying to hide the fact she was opening up the only way out. "And if you were wondering where I was, it wasn't anything serious, I promise. Just got notification that a broker wanted to meet with me." Lies. All of it. "Sorry not to let anyone know, but you were all having so much fun and it wasn't exactly anything serious."

Another laugh; one which was much more natural this time round. The door was open a crack now, so much so that Aoife could feel the cool breeze from the night outside prickling the back of her neck. Should all else fail and Braginsky not believe her, she now had more of an opening to escape. Even if there were people outside, she could either out-run them, or fight them off. Still, none of this was an ideal situation. How had it even come to this? 

Please, God, don't let this be the end. I'm begging you, help me get out of this one.