cassian andor   //   GENECO guard !

cassian didn’t like the parties that the largos tended to throw on almost a weekly basis. to be perfectly honest, there was not much about the largos he did like. the children were spoiled little brats, and the father – the savior of geneco – was the devil in sheep’s clothing. he would rather spend his time on the streets than to be at another of of their galas. but – work was work. and he was good at it. rather ; cassian’s dark gaze and unrelenting disposition was eager for the moment that geneco were to teeter and begin to crumble.

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he had a lazy grip on his weapon to one side – just enough that it warned party guests not to try anything. but loose enough that he wasn’t a threat unless needed.

his gaze flickers to the side with surprised curiosity when someone grabs at him ; the instant reaction for him to tense up, muscles coiled, before his eyes settle on who it was. blind mag was someone, out of all of geneco, that he at the least had respect for. she was different than the others – she seemed to still cling to her humanity. “of course, ma’am -” he’s breathing, giving her a slight nod. 

       SACCHARINE SMILE SPREADS ACROSS HER COUNTENANCE, eager to proceed   &   finally leave the dreaded gala behind them. thank goodness for this guard’s kind obedience, knowing well that not all guards would have quickly responded positively as he had. hands would gently squeeze the bicep she clung on to, head bowing in response. “   i truly appreciate your help.   “ almost too quickly, the soprano begins moving in the direction of the exit, desperate to get across without so much as another attendee stopping to sing her praises. mag realizes perhaps she shouldn’t be dragging the poor guard around like this, but there was no way she would have been able to sneak out of this event on her own. his rifle, perhaps, helped to speak volumes that she would never utter aloud to those that did view them   ——   gossiping tongues immediately silenced.

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       THE NOISE OF THE GALA QUICKLY becomes but a distant echo once they leave the area, a giant sigh of relief leaving the singer as she finally releases the guard from the confines of her hands. “   apologies,   “ she would reply, tone dripping with a genuine air. “  despite what the media may have you believe, no one DETESTS those silly parties more than i.   “ an amused chuckle escapes her breath, feeling much more comfortable now that they were away from the suffocating event   ;   the cool air of the night ran through her petite form. “   may i ask of your name, sir ?   “ she queries lightly. “   if it is alright with you, i’d like to know the name of the man who helped me escape the dreaded largo ‘ show   &   tell. ‘  “

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rebelsouled  「 *♫ — BRAVA ! BRAVISSIMA ! / ic 」  「 *♫ — V: TRAPPED IN A GILDED CAGE ! / pre opera 」  「 *♫ — WHAT HAS BECOME OF QUEUE ! / queue 」  

       CASUAL SOCIALIZATION WAS NO LONGER one of mag’s strongest points, seeing as she saw no reason to mingle with those she despised. most of the people rotti had her speak to were the rich elite who had the wealth necessary to afford frequent changes to their appearance   &   avoid the blade of the repo men   ——   uncaring as to the real   &   crumbling world that lay outside their castle doors. this gala that the largo’s had prepared was as dull as it was pretentious, merely put on as an excuse to showcase their good fortune while holding the facade that they actually ‘ cared ‘ for the people who sought a cure for their illnesses. it was disgusting   &   the soprano would do anything to leave   &   retreat for the evening. if only she could find a way   ——

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       OUT OF THE CORNER OF HER EYES, she spot’s one of rotti’s bodyguards. not the women who hovered behind him at all times, but one of the many he tended to employ to hunt after more rogue-ish thugs, such as GRAVEROBBERS   &   the like. a plan begins to form in her mind as she quietly slips closer to the man, an arm slowly slinking around his. eyes would scan their surroundings, only speaking when she felt they were far away from the other party-goers. “   i wish to leave this place.   “ she whispered, an anxious air dripping from her tongue. “   could you perhaps escort me to my dressing room ?   “

          (   @rebelsouled​   |   starter !   )

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rebelsouled  「 *♫ — BRAVA ! BRAVISSIMA ! / ic 」  「 *♫ — V: TRAPPED IN A GILDED CAGE ! / pre opera 」  

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