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located in Dômes Resort, a part of Kingsman: International Affairs, one of the many universes on RPG.

Dômes Resort

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Character Portrait: Zahira Varma Character Portrait: Junji Harada Character Portrait: Camila de'Santo Character Portrait: Elijah Patrov Character Portrait: Lucy Theodora
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Camila hasn't always felt great about what she does now. As she settled into the opulent alcove of her first class flight, she closed her eyes and sighed softly to herself. Diplomacy was something for the velvet-handed doe, but they sent her. They could have sent anyone else that could yield better results with a bunch of strangers, but they decided to torture her instead. Not that she was going to complain about going to Switzerland, of all places.

She tilted her head and spared a glance for a passing flight attendant, whose wrist she'd lightly ensnare for a little attention. Once she caught it, Camila offered the woman a matte-red-lipped smile, and in her sweetest voice, "Can I get a few of those quite travel-sized bottles of tequila?" Her British accent was soft, yet her enunciation sharp and clear. The lady nodded, retrieved said bottles, and placed them on her tray.

Ten minutes into the flight, and Camila was well on her way to separating from her body until she put herself to sleep. There was no way in hell that she was going to actually survive being awake on a plane. Even if it wasn't her first flight, she had developed a healthy fear of being thousands of feet off of the ground. As normal people should.

Elijah, on the other hand, was perfectly fine sitting with the common folk in the economy class - or whatever they called it - he forgot. Though his situation was a bit snug, he enjoyed the conversation with someone. His neighbor was an elderly lady, and they exchanged conversation in the mother-tongue about this and that. He even flirted around a little, as charming as ever. While geriatric wasn't a flavor he liked to sample, he knew that she never felt younger in the last ten years. Besides, it was all fun and games and everyone came out with a smile and a good flight.

Everything was going great until Camila's body collided with a hunk of muscle. Surprisingly gentle hands caught her carefully by the waist, as if it was just second-nature for him to react this way. Who could blame her, really? She's more than intoxicated and just barely waking up.

"Prosti," his deep set voice apologized, even though she had run into him - not the other way around. However, she didn't seem to appreciate the way he was clinging onto her - like something meek and fragile, maybe made of glass, too. Like men always want to hold women as if a tumble would have broken her. It was also logical that she's simply intoxicated enough to have an over-inflated sense of self without the ability to recognize that she's obviously having trouble with proprioception.

"Unhand me, oaf," she demanded, and he complied with a bout of laughter and the dramatics of putting his hands up in the air.

"Lady on plane said woman would be lucky to have these hands on them," he grinned, and just for some addictional and unwelcome comedic spice, he wriggles his fingers and moves his brows up and down.

She scoffed after having noted that her bag was on the way, "Was this lady an old blind bat?" Camila leaned forward and snatched the bag from the conveyor belt. It would seem that Elijah would also snag his own.

"She not bat or blind," he responded, and as if on queue, he waved to said older lady and gave her a playful wink.

Camila's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her skull and they both parted ways...

... Only to end up on the same bus. Just when he thought he might get away with sitting next to her, she threw one of her smaller bags down on the empty seat and glared at him. No. Not today. Camila didn't like strangers, and she certainly didn't want to have a conversation with someone that could barely speak English. He seemed a little slow, and she deserves a better conversational partner.

Instead, he sits behind her. She felt the weight of two brawny arms folding over the head of her chair, pulling it back as he pulled himself forward to invade her private space. "Do you believe fate?" He inquired, his voice husky and low - just for the effect of being a pest.

She swatted at him, "Did you not get taught manners in whatever hellhole birthed you?"

"What did you my mother call?" He laughed at that, and she felt the release of her chair's back as he finally decided to sit back and stop bugging the shit out of her. He heard her sigh and then mutter what was likely expletives fashioned of annoyance.

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The pair finally arrived at their destination, and he offered to help with her bags. He only had one suitcase and she seemed to have carried her wardrobe and bathroom with her. Again, he's swatted away but she's her own woman - Miss. Independent, as the song title says. He relents with some hesitance, for as handsy and offhandedly joking as he was, he's also a gentleman.

"Wait - please, tell me you're not staying here," she stopped in her tracks and spun around to stare at him. Please, God, for the love of all things holy - maybe he just got off on the wrong stop.

He leaned a little to the right to look past her toward the resort, feigned a moment's thought, and looked her deadpan, "I'm not staying here," he casually parroted, shrugged and continued on his way anyhow. This just left Camila confused and paused for a brief few moments before she also moved inside.

Camila got comfortable in her room, and Elijah in his. Thankfully the pair would not be neighbors. She needed breakfast, even though it wasn't exactly that time for her. She's way jet-lagged and still coming down from the tequila. Sort of. She wandered out of her room, moved to an elevator, stepped inside, and lazily pushed a button. The 4th floor pinged to the 3rd.... to the 2nd, and then the doors open.

Elijah's dumb, handsome, grinning face popped up and she tried to press that button for closing the door quickly. He slipped inside and made himself casually comfortable, as if they were two good friends. "I begin think you like me, gadyuka."

Before a retort could leave her lips, the doors pinged open and she tried to click-clack in her heels swiftly past him, through the doors, and to the Southwing dining hall. The woman, as rude as ever, brushed past the car wreck of people while adding a few shoulder brushes and bumps along the way, and she seemed to be in a hurry to disappear.

Meanwhile, Elijah casually strolled behind her, his hands delved deep into his pockets. "Moya lyubov', Why you run?" He wasn't going to add to the pile-up happening, but he did offer up a smile or two at the very least.

Camila gave Elijah a very daring look whilst buttering a piece of toast with a knife that was not typically used for butter. Elijah didn't want to get stabbed right off the bat, so he made sure to grab a table across the room. Even he knows when to quit! For now, at least.