Eighth Shot

[last_rat_standing]

[Now that he's got his clothes back James has things to do. M may have given general information about Silva to their allies but at least a few of them had to be better informed in case something should happen to him and M is left alone. He doesn't know everyone M had filtered to in her last post but he at least knows who would be able to fight should it come down to it. With that knowledge his afternoon rounds are getting the addition of a few house calls.]

[Brock Samson & Molotov Cocktease, Agent Kelly-087, Kate Beckett, Mitsuru Kirijo, Lara Croft, Ashura and Katniss Everdeen]

[There will be a knock on your door sometime in the afternoon. If there is no answer he leaves and comes back later. This will continue until someone answers the damn door.]

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[Larry Foulke]

[So remember that challenge? Bond makes quick work of the lock on Larry's door, letting himself in. He peers around the room... is that a stuffed airplane on the desk? You're a stranger man than he thought, Pixy. Shaking his head he pulls out a deck of cards and takes a seat, content to play solitaire until Pixy returns to his room.]

((OOC: Other than the filters if anyone wants to see him patrolling the castle and grounds feel free!))

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[Room filter]

[solowingpixy]

[Hey, don't you knock Eagle-kun. It is rockin' that red right wing. Alongside the popsicle-stick F-15 rocking the same white and red-right-winged color scheme.

It would likely be a while before Pixy would return to his room - taking care of a hyperactive puppy while treating a leg wound and all - but he does eventually return, unlocking the door. When he pushes it open, Weiss darts inside, who then barks and quickly scampers over to Bond's side.

Of course, Larry knows how that puppy acts around other people. That meant someone was in his room.

His USP was drawn immediately as he crept into the room, quietly closing the door behind him and falling into a crouch along the near wall. He stopped at the corner, listening to Weiss being a hyper little thing (because "GUEST!") before he rolls out from his cover with gun aimed- though he's quite surprised when he sees just who it is sitting at his desk.]

--Bond?!

[Room filter forever]

[last_rat_standing]

[Wow. What's with the dramatics, man?

If anything Bond looked bored as he watched Pixy's little show. He let a hand drop to the dog, letting him sniff his fingers before scratching the creature behind the ears.]

We need to talk.

[solowingpixy]

[Pixy is all about dramatics and being a show-off. ...sometimes.

The corner of his mouth twitches as he lowers his gun and stands up, slipping the USP back into its holster. He walked over to the door, glancing over the lock. Noting no signs of forced entry, he starts across the room, taking off his flight jacket and carelessly tossing it on the bed.]

Alright, I'm listening.

[last_rat_standing]

[Like he'd be so careless to leave any signs of his entrance. Tsk tsk. He shifts in the chair to face Pixy full on, face impartial as he speaks]

I'm with a branch of British secret service called MI-6. We fight global terrorism that many governments fail to realize even exists. Just prior to M and myself being taken here we were fighting a man named Raoul Silva. A man who's recently arrived here, himself.

[solowingpixy]

[When they're done Pixy will probably be checking the locks on his window. In this place he could imagine someone finding a way in that way. He'll sit down on the edge of his bed and lean forward.]

Secret organization, huh? That Silva guy mentioned it when I first talked to 'im. Given that Emma told me the guy's got the same training as you, I'm gonna assume you guys used to be comrades?

[molotov]

[Molotov answers the door after Bond's third go-around. She looks marginally irritated, as she has very obviously been disturbed from sunbathing, given the fact that she's somehow even less dressed than usual (it's a bikini and sarong, get your mind out of the gutter).]

What?

[last_rat_standing]

[For once Bond's eyes never roam from Molotov's face - that alone should show how serious the situation is. He nods a greeting]

We need to talk.

[molotov]

About?

[She moves slightly, so that he can come in.]

[last_rat_standing]

[He steps in, looking around the room and noting things like exits, windows, convenient weapons and other such things.]

About what I do for a living.

[luxe_can_kill]

[Mitsuru got out of the elevator and walks back to her room. She spent most of her time at the music room, practicing the piano (which could sometimes be heard through the journals), and the sword (she uses the music room for it, don't ask).

She saw Bond knock on the door to her room. That made her raise an eyebrow. This is new...]

Bond?

[last_rat_standing]

[He nods a greeting]

Mitsuru. I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you if you have a moment.

[luxe_can_kill]

[She crosses her arms elegantly while she stood about five meters away from Bond, quickly glancing over her shoulder to make sure that no one is around]

Very well. What is it you need to discuss?

[last_rat_standing]

Something that's not to be overheard by just anyone.

[He tilts his head at her door] Do you mind if I come in?

[lara_the_explorer]

[Knock knock Who's there?]

Hm? Who is it?

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond. James Bond.]

It's Bond. Do you have a moment?

[lara_the_explorer]

Yeah.

[Lara stands up from her desk and walked to the door, briefly looking through the peep hole on the door to confirm. She opened the door, but not all the way. Just enough for her to peek her head out]

What's up?

[last_rat_standing]

[Really? Normally he wouldn't just invite himself in but this was too bloody important to stand around on a doorstep like some salesman]

Something that I'd rather not be discussed in a hallway. May I come in?

[Action]

[the_effect_she_has]

[The door cracks, briefly, while one grey eye looks out from the shadow. There's the sound of a safety being re-engaged, before Katniss moves things away from the door and lets Bond in.]

[She drops the sniper back on the bed, gesturing him to enter.]

[last_rat_standing]

[He steps in, eyes instinctively sweeping the room. No offense, Katniss, old habits and all that. Once the door's shut he turns, blue eyes meeting her grey ones]

I have something I'd like to discuss with you if you have a moment.

[the_effect_she_has]

Sure.

[She doesn't even think twice about it. It's her room - and she did it when she entered. She gestured him to the rocking chair in the corner of the room, before nodding to the kitchenette.]

You want tea?

[last_rat_standing]

[he nods]

I would, yes. Thank you. [Why look, someone with MANNERS! He gives the rocking chair a leery eye before crossing to sit in it. This isn't weird at all...]

[deltacain]

[And there is someone wandering down from the library with his nose in a book of ancient Chinese text. He seems engrossed in the literature, barely noticing his surroundings enough to not walk into a wall or someone else.]

[last_rat_standing]

[Thankfully SOMEONE is watching where he's going and he side-steps the other man. He clears his throat, giving David a disapproving look.]

[deltacain]

[A look up and an apologetic smile.]

Ah. Sorry.

[Totally different from the cold, calculating man on Isla Sorna, no?]

[last_rat_standing]

[He lifts an eyebrow. You are a strange strange man, David.]

Hallways are generally for walking, not reading.