//XD
“Exactly,” Anya crooned, clasping her hands behind her back and beginning to pace in the hall, (intentionally) blocking Eliza from Spencer and the president and his daughter. “That in itself is an excellent way to establish your sense of self.”
(Have you seen it? The Flash, I mean.)
"Oh, yes, definitely. And knowing how to do your job well is even more important than just knowing how to do it," Eliza purred. Her eyes flicked to Spencer and Anya, and then back and forth again.
//nope
“Exactly. I am so glad that we are on the same page,” Anya mused, her heels clicking on the polished floor. “Quality over quantity, every time.”
(Oh, it's hilarious!)
Her eyes narrowing as she continued to look between the two spies, Eliza hummed. "Yes. Precisely."
//good to know lol
Anya had run out of things to say, so she merely batted her eyelashes at Eliza demurely, as if saying, “What have you to fear?”
"Anyway, I'm not here to point out the obvious," Eliza started. "I'm here to help."
Spencer couldn't hold back a snort of laughter at her statement.
Anya’s expression remained stoic, showing no sign of her internal reaction, which was something like, Sure, honey. Sure. “While I’m sure we would be glad for your help, it really isn’t necessary,” Anya said, drawing out her words.
(Sorry, I've got some pretty bad family issues that I have to deal with, so I don't know how much I'll be on.)
Eliza scowled. "Well that's not how it seems. If I wasn't there to distract Ana-Maria, you'd probably still be trying to get the president and his daughter out."
//oh my gosh! No, you are totally fine, don’t worry about it. Let me know if I can help
“I’ve punched my way out of many worse situations,” Anya said blatantly. “We would have been fine. Thanks though.”
(I'm just stressed out about it, but Notebook and role playing helps.
Anya has no chil, lol.)
"Okay, fine. Do you want me to tell Ana about your helping President McCallister and his daughter, then?" Eliza questioned, giving Anya a look.
Spencer watched the interaction between the two women, his eyebrows raised in slight amusement.
//lol ikr
Ok. I’m still here if you need anything virtual lol
“It’s really up to you,” Anya shrugged. “But if you are as helpful as you say, then it really wouldn’t be within the actions the term allows.”
(Thanks. Sorry, I'm not on my laptop, so it's hard to remember which RPs I still need to respond to.)
Eliza clenched her jaw and looked away. Anya was getting in her nerves, and it was getting hard to hide it, even though she was a master spy and could usually use her acting abilities to hide her emotions.
"Look, do you want my help or not?" she snapped.
“Depends upon what ‘help’ you are offering,” Anya countered.
"Whatever you need me to do. Like I said, I was sent here to stop a mistake from being made," Eliza reminded her.
(Spencer watches because Idk what to have him do)
//XD
“And what mistake might that be?” Anya asked, twirling a strand of hair around one finger.
"The president's murder. Or anything that might lead to it," Eliza clipped, crossing her arms in front of herself.
“Good answer. If you’d like to help, then feel free to protect our backs,” Anya said, gesturing to Spencer, the president, and his unseen daughter. “We’d be ever-so-grateful.”
"That we would," Spencer agreed, finally speaking. "But if you so much as put a toe out of line, I will not heaitate to–"
Eliza raised an eyebrow, cutting him off. "To what? Kill me? I'd like to see you try."
Anya laughed. “Oh, Noah,” she smiled. “We’d have to work together on that one.”
Spencer scowled, glaring at Eliza. Hearing Anya speak, he turned his attention to her, somewhat-confused.
Anya glanced at Spencer, trying to say Play along with me, please. We don’t actually trust her. with her eyes.
Spencer's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he blinked once and nodded. Got it.
"Are you lovebirds done having your secret conversation?" Eliza asked impatiently, tapping her foot.
Spencer's face heated up a bit and he hit the inside if his cheek to keep from stuttering at her question.
“Oh, dear Liza,” Anya scoffed. “You must really be out of practice. Now, shall we begin moving the president out of here?”
(Anya doesn't even acknowledge Eliza calling her and Spencer lovebirds. Lol.)
"Yes, please, let's," Spencer clipped, completely confused by the two women.
//XD she sorta does by saying she’s out of practice but she doesn’t really mind lol
Anya turned around and walked back over to Spencer, muttering in his ear, “Do try not to look so confused.”
(Lol. Ooookay, got it.
Poor Spencer. He's so confused…)
Spencer opened his mouth to say something, but, realizing that he didn't actually know what to say, quickly shut it again. He shook his head and put on a bored façade.
//lol ikr
“Good job.” Anya patted his shoulder.
"Oh, hush," Spencer whispered, rolling his eyes. "Not everyone can be the perfect spy like you are."
Anya smiled. “I know.”
(Lol. Anya's got great responses.)
Spencer frowned, going back to glaring at Anya. How was he going to survive this mission?
"Let's move, you two. I swear, if I have to deal with you any longer, I will separate you," Eliza threatened, though she was secretly enjoying it. "And you will not like my methods of separation."