Trinity/FreakAngels AU verse-Undercover work

[aeons_crackshot]

Sometimes the Society has to dabble a bit in espionage and under-cover work to find out who the bad guys are and strike at the heart of the problem. They have recently received information from a Medium in London, who received her information from a deceased young man of the upper crust. Someone is targeting well-to-do couples for indoctrination into a cult and, in at least one instance, then arranging for them to come to a very terminal end.

To find out what's going on, they need someone who can both infiltrate the group and protect themselves if and when things go to Hell in a hand-basket. At the moment, that means Annabelle is going to have to spend an evening or two posing as a proper lady.

This is not a thought that fills her with joy. However, if Connor was along....well, the whole affair might even end up being pleasant instead of a few steps up from torture.

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[leadinghome]

Connor is not exactly thrilled with the idea of a formal event, but he minds the formal clothing less than Annabelle does. And with his long hair, he sure makes an interesting figure while wearing a tux...

It is work, after all, and helping people in need.

[aeons_crackshot]

The rich are allowed to be eccentric, so that's alright.

Annabelle is wearing a dress that's something like this. It's quite striking on her, especially since she doesn't normally wear anything that emphasizes the more sensual aspects of her figure.

Thank you for coming with me. Annabelle 'says' as they make their way into the ballroom. I'm not sure I could get through this evening without you. After about the twentieth time someone tries to discuss the weather with her, she gets a little punchy. Having Connor on her arm should cut down on that considerably.

[leadinghome]

Connor is at first very distracted by her dress.

All his pleasure in helping Annabelle not hit anyone, while watching the proceedings for... anything amiss. You are welcome...

[aeons_crackshot]

Some people would say that anyone male and breathing would be distracted by Annabelle in that dress.

Annabelle blushes faintly at his reply.

Nothing is amiss yet, though thanks to the heels on her shoes Annabelle is stalking more than striding. Connor's not the only one in the room to notice Annabelle. He might pick up interest from most of the men present, and the occasional spark of jealous resentment at said attention from some of the women.

Both seem to be fading as Annabelle more or less ignores the existence of anyone other than Connor.

I will never quite get used to thigh holsters Annabelle says with a mental grumble. Not that they bothered asking any of the women if we were armed. Idiots. That last word carrying a wealth of disdain.

[leadinghome]

He makes note of the feelings around, but does not comment specifically on those. Most people here can not even imagine a need for guns, Annabelle. They expect to be safe and sound in their party.

[aeons_crackshot]

I suppose. Annabelle admits. I can't really understand that feeling, personally, she adds. It's not paranoia when they really are all out to get you, right? She stopped presuming that the world was a safe place when she was shot at the age of 12.

The music has started, and couples are moving to the center of the room to dance. "Would you like to dance with me?" she asks, a little shy.

[leadinghome]

Remember, these people, most of them, never had any real trouble in life. Nothing to tell them the world can be a very dangerous place. Then he smiles, taking Annabelle's hand and guiding her to the dance floor. I'd love to...

[aeons_crackshot]

It's hard for me to remember that. I don't have much in common with these people.... Even before she was shot, she grew up knowing what living on the edge of poverty felt like, what desperate measures some of the other performers had taken to keep themselves and their families alive.

Annabelle's answering smile when he guides her to the dance floor is a brilliant one. She's a good dancer, and she likes dancing with him very much.

[leadinghome]

Connor is not really a great dancer, Annabelle is much better than him.

But... he will not embarrass either of them, and he does love dancing with his girlfriend as well.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle is a little flushed by the time the band takes a break.

She doesn't really want to mingle and talk to all these people she doesn't know, but they are here for business, not pleasure. Now we have to go and be social butterflies Annabelle says with a mental sigh. Have you picked up any likely prospects?

[leadinghome]

Connor is a bit flustered himself, but very pleased too. As victims, or as perpetrators?

[aeons_crackshot]

Either one, Annabelle replies. It would save having to sift randomly through this crowd for anything interesting.

It looks like their luck has run out for the moment, as a large middle-aged gentleman and the much younger pretty woman on his arm are making a beeline for them.

[leadinghome]

Not yet, not exactly. There are a lot of people here, and a lot who are less than savvy about fast-talking and malicious persuasion, from what I can feel. And the approaching couple makes him cringe mentally.

[aeons_crackshot]

There are advantages to working with an organization like Æon. For example, you get to use really nice cars for missions.


Unfortunately, sometimes borrowed cars have flat spare tires, which is a real pain when you've gotten a flat in the middle of nowhere.

At least there's a small church over the hill. Maybe someone there will be able to help?

[leadinghome]

"I guess someone skipped some of the check-up..." And now they are stuck. "How far you think we are from the 'party'?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"Apparently," Annabelle replies with a sigh, glaring at the sadly deflated spare. "Too far to walk in these outfits, that's for sure."

Then she spots the spire of the church. "On the plus side, there might be somebody in that church who could lend a hand...."

[leadinghome]

"...I am half expecting to find some kind of doomsday cult there." Connor did read a lot of horror novels too. "But, we will never know if we don't check, right?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"If they are, we can steal their car," Annabelle says calmly. It may be kind of sad that she's not joking.....

[leadinghome]

"If they have cars, instead of hellhorse-drawn carriages made of bone." Connor makes a face, picking th keys from the car, after making sure they have any portable things they are carrying.

[aeons_crackshot]

"We'll burn that bridge when we come to it," Annabelle replies with a chuckle, leaning forward to give him a kiss.

The church is, well, a church. It is decidedly lacking in the menacing atmosphere and creepy decor department.

A middle-aged man in a worn suit looks up from his dusting when they come through the door, and smiles. "Can I help you?"

[leadinghome]

"Hello." Connor gives a nod. "Our car has a flat tire, and our spare is flat too."

[aeons_crackshot]

The middle-aged man shakes his head. "That is bad luck," he replies with a frown. "We might have something that will fit it, though."

He gives them a rueful smile. "If people will insist on dumping things on the lot, there's no reason not to put them to use."

He extends a hand to Connor, "I'm Bill Pardy, the local pastor."

[leadinghome]

"I'm Connor, it is nice to meet you." The young man offers a polite friendly smile. "Thank you for your help."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Pleasure to meet you Connor, Miss," he replies with a grin. "We don't get many visitors out here, so it's always good to see new faces."

He leads them toward the back of the place, where the various items are stored. "Where are you two young folks headed, if you don't mind my asking?" They're clearly dressed for something other than traveling, after all.

[leadinghome]

"Madame Bouchard's... we were invited to a party there." Connor follows, examining the environment while he goes, a hand seeking Annabelle's.