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Wren laughed at Caitria's comment. "I doubt Wade Wilson's daughter is first on their list of friends to make. A fucking leash..." Caitria sympathized with Wren as her friend scoffed under her breath, clacking her heel against the ground. "Five bucks says if the U.N. gets their way, they'll stick trackers in us... give us a serial number."
Caitria chuckled. "No bet. I don't have that much faith in the U.N."
The elevator arrived at the correct floor, letting out a soft ding! as the doors opened. Caitria watched Wren curiously as the latter took a deep breath. "Positive note... no matter how much I drink, I can't get drunk."
The two exited the elevator simultaneously. "Same 'ere. Ultrafast metabolism does that to you."
"I wonder if I slept with Thaddeus Ross, if that'd be enough and we can all go home?" Wren commented sardonically, chuckling as she glanced at Caitria. The blonde scoffed good-naturedly.
"Probably not. They all have a stick shoved up their asses."
Caitria glanced around the room warily - since when did that many politicians invest their time in the academy?
"... or him," Caitria turned to her redhead friend, who had a playful smirk on her face as she gazed across the room at a tall man who had definitely caught her eye. Wren turned around to face her blonde friend as she began walking in the man's direction. "Don't hate me." Wren blew Caitria a kiss and turned around, facing forward as she headed to the bar.
"Have fun," the blonde speedster's lips quirked into a smile as she gestured for her friend to approach the man.
Caitria turned in the direction of Thaddeus Ross as he began to speak. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued at the fact that a United Nations agent was joining the academy. She was sure that there were some out there who weren't very happy with the arrangement, but to be honest, Caitria herself couldn't care less whether or not this Wynne Worthington was a student.
Caitria chuckled. "No bet. I don't have that much faith in the U.N."
The elevator arrived at the correct floor, letting out a soft ding! as the doors opened. Caitria watched Wren curiously as the latter took a deep breath. "Positive note... no matter how much I drink, I can't get drunk."
The two exited the elevator simultaneously. "Same 'ere. Ultrafast metabolism does that to you."
"I wonder if I slept with Thaddeus Ross, if that'd be enough and we can all go home?" Wren commented sardonically, chuckling as she glanced at Caitria. The blonde scoffed good-naturedly.
"Probably not. They all have a stick shoved up their asses."
Caitria glanced around the room warily - since when did that many politicians invest their time in the academy?
"... or him," Caitria turned to her redhead friend, who had a playful smirk on her face as she gazed across the room at a tall man who had definitely caught her eye. Wren turned around to face her blonde friend as she began walking in the man's direction. "Don't hate me." Wren blew Caitria a kiss and turned around, facing forward as she headed to the bar.
"Have fun," the blonde speedster's lips quirked into a smile as she gestured for her friend to approach the man.
Caitria turned in the direction of Thaddeus Ross as he began to speak. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued at the fact that a United Nations agent was joining the academy. She was sure that there were some out there who weren't very happy with the arrangement, but to be honest, Caitria herself couldn't care less whether or not this Wynne Worthington was a student.
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Thaleia decided to get a glass of Campari from the bar - after all, she really should take advantage of the gala's amenities. The brunette tilted the glass back as the bitter liqueur's flavor flooded her senses.
Unfortunately, the world wasn't going to spare Thaleia from the pain of the UN.
"Hello." Thaleia did all she could not to slam the glass on the bar and glare daggers at the woman who approached her. She couldn't possibly have seemed interesting enough to be approached by a goddamned UN official. Of course, the universe had to prove her wrong once again.
Thaleia nodded curtly at the woman, knowing it would be unwise for her to open her mouth. The redhead who had approached her (she probably towered a least a foot over Thaleia, considering those monster heels) wouldn't take it, however, and continued speaking. She sat down next to Thaleia at the bar, extending a hand as she introduced herself.
Thaleia glanced around her (she already forgot the official's name); was anyone else getting treatment like hers?
Thaleia was forced to swallow down the bitter taste in her mouth that most certainly did not come from her Italian liqueur. "Thaleia Castle," she muttered darkly, stiffly shaking the UN official's hand.
The redhead (seriously, what is her name?) paid no attention to Thaleia's rather brutish handshake, instead wrinkling her nose at the brunette's name. "Castle," she mused, an undertone in her voice Thaleia certainly did not appreciate. "Is your father Francis Castle?"
Thaleia stubbornly refused to reply, instead taking a long sip of her drink. Unfortunately, the UN official took that as a yes, and rambled on, disgust clear in her voice. "I heard about your father's death from... seven years ago? Poor girl, losing your parents at such a young age. But to be perfectly honest, Francis Castle never had the most pure intentions. He committed assassinations unapproved by the United Nations. He had enemies in the wrong places, and had to be stopped before he could get himself into a situation he could wouldn't be able to get out of."
At this point, Thaleia felt sorry for the poor glass that was clenched in her fist. How dare this woman say that. Thaleia might be distant, cold, and not your perfect chummy friend, but she did care. She cared about her friends, and her deceased father, who was more of a mentor resembling a military officer rather than a loving father. Thaleia upheld a code of honor, and she wasn't going to allow someone she considered scum to speak of someone the brunette respected like they were worse than the bullshit that came out of said scum's mouths.
"Are you insulting my father in my face?" she seethed, trying to keep her cool. "Saying that he deserved to be murdered?" Thaleia slammed her glass down with a thud, shooting the UN official a look that could kill. "Let me tell you this - I know my father had many enemies. I know that he was considered evil by the greater part of society." Thaleia narrowed her eyes. "But he got rid of those who he considered evil. That was his job, and that duty has been passed to me. If you say what he did was wrong, than you should consider his death wrong as well."
Unfortunately, the world wasn't going to spare Thaleia from the pain of the UN.
"Hello." Thaleia did all she could not to slam the glass on the bar and glare daggers at the woman who approached her. She couldn't possibly have seemed interesting enough to be approached by a goddamned UN official. Of course, the universe had to prove her wrong once again.
Thaleia nodded curtly at the woman, knowing it would be unwise for her to open her mouth. The redhead who had approached her (she probably towered a least a foot over Thaleia, considering those monster heels) wouldn't take it, however, and continued speaking. She sat down next to Thaleia at the bar, extending a hand as she introduced herself.
Thaleia glanced around her (she already forgot the official's name); was anyone else getting treatment like hers?
Thaleia was forced to swallow down the bitter taste in her mouth that most certainly did not come from her Italian liqueur. "Thaleia Castle," she muttered darkly, stiffly shaking the UN official's hand.
The redhead (seriously, what is her name?) paid no attention to Thaleia's rather brutish handshake, instead wrinkling her nose at the brunette's name. "Castle," she mused, an undertone in her voice Thaleia certainly did not appreciate. "Is your father Francis Castle?"
Thaleia stubbornly refused to reply, instead taking a long sip of her drink. Unfortunately, the UN official took that as a yes, and rambled on, disgust clear in her voice. "I heard about your father's death from... seven years ago? Poor girl, losing your parents at such a young age. But to be perfectly honest, Francis Castle never had the most pure intentions. He committed assassinations unapproved by the United Nations. He had enemies in the wrong places, and had to be stopped before he could get himself into a situation he could wouldn't be able to get out of."
At this point, Thaleia felt sorry for the poor glass that was clenched in her fist. How dare this woman say that. Thaleia might be distant, cold, and not your perfect chummy friend, but she did care. She cared about her friends, and her deceased father, who was more of a mentor resembling a military officer rather than a loving father. Thaleia upheld a code of honor, and she wasn't going to allow someone she considered scum to speak of someone the brunette respected like they were worse than the bullshit that came out of said scum's mouths.
"Are you insulting my father in my face?" she seethed, trying to keep her cool. "Saying that he deserved to be murdered?" Thaleia slammed her glass down with a thud, shooting the UN official a look that could kill. "Let me tell you this - I know my father had many enemies. I know that he was considered evil by the greater part of society." Thaleia narrowed her eyes. "But he got rid of those who he considered evil. That was his job, and that duty has been passed to me. If you say what he did was wrong, than you should consider his death wrong as well."