#;dgm

@bluebloodedbeast

          “Please tell me what this ruckus is about.”

        The lady in red approached the two Indians, in the middle of a heated argument. She didn’t like any lower class (or high class, for that matter) in the Order anyway, especially since most people happen to be loudmouth bothers to her-- but if she was trying to have a comfortable meal while observing the general aura in the headquarters, the last thing she needed was to be distracted in this fashion.

The biggest part she plays is being a double-agent, sort of… Not that I had the chance to RP any of my ideas about it yet, but I can just type them down.

My ultimate plan in all of the universes is making her a famous informant, especially for different sides of wars. (This differs for Durarara verse because she has a different motive there.) Someone that has connections to all sides and gives them information in return of information and other payments — but still stays out of the actual war and doesn’t give either side reasons big enough to take her off. 

So that’s what she does in DGM verse as well. She loved her husband (again, in all verses) thus after losing him, a big figure of affection and envy and gratitude; she loses it. She starts to sticks her nose to every dirt she can find, and because she is a good observer she can usually tell when someone has a secret, no matter how good they are.

Specially for DGM verse, though, her open relationship with the Central comes from her funding different experiments for her own entertainment. She likes seeing people in pain, it’s in her nature — and we know how Central uses people freely. At the same time, she has a direct relationship with the Earl, and her main role there is finding investment sites and giving them away to the Earl’s use every now and then, so that he can use her apparent business (shoe makers) as a cover up.

The woman’s heels echoed in the empty hallway as she walked furiously towards the room of the unbelievably rude branch chief. A finder a few meters behind her was trying to stay as far away as possible, apparently. Not that he knew any details, but Mirage wouldn't have cared even if he did -- if people needed a word or two, she would kindly give it to them.

♔  |  Yet again. Why would you make the headquarters of an organization a giant castle and not a settlement with a bunch of proper sized buildings? Getting more and more irritated every single moment she has to walk down endless stone corridors, Mirage sighed. Not even one single person had came into her line of sight in these last - what - fifteen or so minutes. Where was everyone anyway? 

♔ | The woman took another sip of her whiskey, murmuring to herself about the idiocy about all the people around. How dare would a simple carrier make fun of her? All she wanted to do was to travel for business. This was it. Next time, she would be more patient and wait for her own car to arrive before going to anywhere. Humans were too dumb for her to deal with.