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[Damnation mention.]

Mun had a random thought and put it into writing, do with it as anyone pleases.

TW: Human experimentation (unethical), Violence, abduction, Organized Crime, Psychological manipulation, Death, moral corruption, keep an eye on the tags more could be added. Dead Dove.

Crystal lights hung from the ceiling with a faint yellow glow, the lighting dim for that subtle romantic atmosphere most places like this gave. The various perfumes and colognes filled the air like a heavy musk. The night was something out of a dream for most, but for Ada Wong this was her hunting grounds. The multi-million dollar contract set before her.

Her formal black gown clung to her curves, accenting her figure making her a perfect silhouette. The slit that ended at mid-thigh showing flawless legs making the look suggestive. For her it was the easiest access to her weapons, the thigh strap, just above the fabric’s end containing one small handgun and a combat knife. Weapons that if she found herself backed into a corner she would not be afraid to use. Her heels didn’t miss her signature red, underneath on the bottoms was stained a brought red.

Every step Ada made through the ballroom caught the unwanted attention of men, she could almost see the drool dripping from their lips. Her red stained lips curling in disgust at the lack of control. The waiter offered her a glass of champagne she took keeping up appearances, though she never drank her usual choice was mocktails. She found alcohol to dull the senses making one slower, not something she could afford while stalking prey.

The invite list was extensive, she had taken an hours time memorizing every name on the party RSVP. Two hundred attendees, two hundred idiots who could cause a slip up if she wasn’t careful. Pharmaceutical investors, Biotech heirs, diplomatic intermediaries all people of entitlement. Not a damned one of them could survive if placed in a situation, weak and pathetic people whom Ada had a strong sense of protection over. Is that who she had become now? Someone who cared about innocent lives.

“Tch.. going soft in your years.” She muttered to herself as she weaved through the crowd. Until the sight of a man caught her attention Harmon Vex. In the public eye he was nothing more than a humanitarian donor tied to new upcoming medical research that was supposed to be ground breaking. Ground breaking was one for it, more like kidnapping innocent women and using them as test subjects for an unidentified virus that not even the men who hired her could figure out.

Ada didn’t need confirmation on if he was or wasn’t involved, she had signed on for less than a bias and multi-million dollar offer. She watched him over the tipped of her wineglass, perfectly perched on her plump morsels appearing to sip without the intake of the drink.

Their eyes met and in that moment Ada knew she wasn’t there for the champagne. For Harmon instantly started moving through the crowd towards the nearest set of doors. Too early for a formal exits and he definitely wasn’t going for a moonlight stroll alone. “Target is on the move.” She muttered into her comms sitting the still filled glass on a nearby table. She didn’t run, didn’t chase him. Instead she took her time, weaved through the crowd giving the man a head start.

As she neared the doors two large guards stepped in the frame, blocking the direct path through the garden entrance. Her eyes clocked onto the earpieces in their ears, had they been instructed to block her path? To buy time for the sadistic man in the gardens? Of course; these things never were easy.

Ada was already calculating her next move to lessen suspicions she moved to the crowd, taking an offer for a slow waltz with a man who had too much to drink and wandering hands. Yet, she maintained her composure appearing to be a harmless attendee. Once the dance subsided she walked to the bar, leaning back arms resting against the hard wood dark gems trained on the door. “Has to be another way into that garden.”

I apologize for those who have behaved with my ask box. However due to the amount of hatred and literal death threats I have received over my character choice. I will be turning off the ability to anonymously leave asks for the time being.

Mun suffers with CPTSD and some of the things left not only go against the guidelines I have put into place, but have literally taken a toll to the point of me considering deleting my blog.

I am SO-SO-SO sorry for my regular Anon’s who are being punished by this. I honestly thought ignoring would send them away, this is the next step.

I’m a human behind the character. ✌🏻✌🏻 The character isn’t even a living breathing person.

“White is impractical, it’s easy to stain and ruin.” She mused as she tapped her chin weighing in on the question. Ada had never really thought that she would make it that far. “Only once, and if the person at the alter is worth the risk of ruining a delicate fabric for.” Pursing her lips for a moment. “I don’t think I’m suited for something that gentle however.”

The old man with the grey beard guides her to sit at a low table. "Come and rest."

“I’m sorry there is no rest for the weary.” Ada’s silk voice slipped from her lips. Her hand moved to just below her ribs, when was the last time she had eaten anything? Let alone had tea? The suggestion of food made her stomach rumble slightly. “On second thought I may have a moment to spare for you. I do love roast duck.”

Victor Gideon, Osmund Saddler, Bitores Mendez

Ada’s lip would curl almost immediately. What is wrong with Anon? Did she need to answer this? With a heavy sigh.

“You offer me a priest with a god complex? A village brute, and a corpse who is pretending to be human?” Ada wasn’t a fan of this list, she did have standards Afterall.

“Kill Gideon first, I need that smell out of the room otherwise I won’t be able to function otherwise.” She rubbed her temples, a migraine forming at this nonsense.

“Mendez?” An annoyed hum escaped her lips. “Marry him, surprisingly at least he knows when to be quiet, he was loyal to his people in a sick and twisted way. I could pick worse for a husband.”

She reach to the table now taking the bottle of wine; Ada was a classy woman usually. Today she popped the cork and drank straight from the bottle. Oh how she hated this.