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[oldmancreed]

Creed stomps in from the back door, shoving snow off his shoulder. He makes a beeline for the bar and orders a beer. A really big one. Afterward, he randomly picks a chair and sits down in a huff.

Someone's having a bad day.

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[abyssum_invocat]

"Staying," she replies somewhat unhelpfully. "With the handlers and strike operatives and everyone else." With HYDRA, essentially.

Her thumbnail flicks the loose corner of the bottle's paper label, curling it up as her mouth shifts when he mentions the nickname. "No, Sinthia is alright. Just not Sin. That's what they called me." On the occasion they called her any name in particular.

[oldmancreed]

"Being on your own ain't so bad."

He'd sort of done the same thing, eventually.

Huh.

"Sinthia. I'll try my best."

[abyssum_invocat]

"I can survive on my own. It just...feels strange." Feels lonely, and confusing, and frightening. Alone, everyone can be a threat.


"Thank you." She sighs softly. "I don't know how long to stay."

[oldmancreed]

"Yeah," he replies thoughtfully. "I know the feeling."

Especially when Jimmy left.

"Stay here? As long as you want."

[abyssum_invocat]

"I don't think staying here will help," she says. She doesn't really know if anything will help.

She almost asks who Jimmy is--because she's been listening, of course--but doesn't. "What had you upset before?"

[oldmancreed]

"Can still relax for a while before going back out."

He'd appreciate that. Telepaths aren't his favourites.

"Someone didn't pay what they owe me."

[abyssum_invocat]

She lifts her brows in question. "What did they owe you?"

[oldmancreed]

"A hell of a lot of money."

[abyssum_invocat]

Sinthia smiles, but there's no strong feeling being it.

"Money is easy to get, at least. Do you know where to find who owes you?"

[oldmancreed]

"Not right now, but I'll find 'em."

Of that he's certain.

[abyssum_invocat]

"Do you want help?" she asks, voice light enough for issuing what is essentially a question of assistance for murder.

She's not stupid, she can assume Victor means revenge if not payment. Perhaps both, who knows.

[oldmancreed]

His eyebrows shoot up.

"You wanna help me?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"I want to do something," Sinthia replies. "I want to feel...useful." Hard to manage that in her current situation, and the mild itch is turning maddening for her at this point.

[oldmancreed]

"I get that."

He hates feeling useless.

"Just didn't think it'd be something you're into."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Finding people, or coercion?"

Legitimate question.

[oldmancreed]

He snorts a laugh.

"Not gonna be much coercion."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Murder, then," she says amicably.

It's not a new idea to her.

[oldmancreed]

"He's gonna learn a lesson," he all but agrees.

"Didn't know you were into that."

now with the right account

[abyssum_invocat]

"I've done it before," she replies with a tiny shrug. She really doesn't feel one way or another about it, though she has always enjoyed the satisfaction of a task completed. She doesn't like loose ends.

"You sound surprised."

Evidently he missed the entrance with her entire body coated in someone else's entrails.

[oldmancreed]

"Don't meet many women in the business."

But let's be real:

"Kind of a turn-on."

[abyssum_invocat]

That takes a moment to sink in. And another moment before Sinthia responds.

"That's what I was. An assassin." Mostly, at any rate: sometimes death wasn't the only objective, but it was never frowned upon if she chose to. It was encouraged, oftentimes. "For a long time."

She was (and is) very good at it.

[oldmancreed]

"How long?"

He bets he's done it longer, but then he's got decades on her.

[abyssum_invocat]

"Since nineteen forty-four," Sinthia says softly, more because she simply feels no need to shout it than out of any fear.

"I was seven when I began." And she has never let the skillset rust.

[oldmancreed]

"What year is it where you're from?"

She's becoming more interesting by the second.

"Seven, huh?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"Nineteen ninety-five," she supplies. And there is no way she looks anywhere near fifty. "Yes. I was seven the first time. Does it matter?"