Hurgha. Sorry for not updating here on the forums. Without further ado,
"Quite an unexpected encounter, is it not?"
The Summoner takes another sip from his glass, a grin ever-present on his lips as his eyes bore into hers.
Sarah merely nods, barely able to comprehend that her former acquaintance was also the infamous Agent 007, her quarry. And her bounty.
She remembered the nights spent together with him, quick passionate trysts that remained undiscussed. She recalls the last time they had met were in her private quarters in the Institute, enjoying glasses of fine wine atop her bed.
Quickly concealing her flustered countenance, she covers it with a faux seductive visage (A feat easier said than done in the presence of a man of his stature), resting her head against her hand, almost mimicking the stance of the man in front of her.
007 sets the half-consumed martini upon the counter, holding the wrist of his right arm with his unoccupied hand.
Giving her another of his grins, he leans in closer, as about to tell a secret.
"And what brings you to Casino Royale Demacia?"
"What people usually come here for Summoner," Sarah replies with a forced casual tone, a grin just as forced planted on her face. "Pleasure."
"Of course. And with you dressed in a dress like that," the Summoner points at her with a finger lifted off of his wrist, "I am sure pleasurable company wasn't so hard to find."
She understands the underlying meaning of his quip, and allows a laugh to escape her lips, the curves expressed by her clothing shuddering slightly from her amusement.
"You haven't changed much since I last met you," Sarah said as she returned to her relaxed posture "little innuendos and subtle hints always were your strong suit."
"But I am sure that they worked as I intended them to, did they not?"
"Deriving from the fact that the last time we met was in my private quarters, I am sure that they did."
A silent exchange of looks ensue, the Summoner taking yet another sip from his martin with a smile. He breaks his gaze from her, deciding to take a look around him, observing the multitude of finely-dressed Demacians enjoying themselves with either a drink or a cigarette in one hand or the other.
Little did Sarah know that the Summoner's eyes were singularly picking out the well-disguised men mingling inconspicuously, throwing him and Sarah unobtrusive looks, sure that they would not be discovered.
But the Summoner was no fool. The disguises could have very well been discarded, his skilled eyes well-trained to catch the small indications of hostiles in a crowd of common people. As the Summoner continued drinking, his eyes captured each and every implanted foreigner in the casino; ORDER agents.
Noting the number of operatives and their relative positions, the Summoner tilts his body back towards Sarah, giving her a smile from the brief intrusion.
"I trust that you have acquired what you came here for then?", the Summoner inquired, setting down his glass for the barman to quickly dispose of, proceeding to extract a cigarette with three gold rings girding its butt, lighting it with a battered black oxidized Ronson lighter.
"Not quite yet," Sarah replies provocatively, swiveling on her chair to lean on the wooden bar counter, the side-view of her exposed back and luscious breasts a welcome sight to the Summoner as he proceeded to puff on his smoke. Her gaze turns towards his face, a sultry look in her eye. "Not in the pleasure that you imply, anyway."
A toothy grin forms on the Summoner's face before he removes the smoke from his lips with his middle and index finger. Removing his gaze from her face once more, he twists his body to allow his back to lean against the counter as he raises his cigarette to his mouth, his eyes looking upward thoughtfully.
Sarah looks at his face as he continues to smoke leisurely, the smoke escaping his mouth slowly before drifting away to the ceiling of the casino. Anxiety was still very much present in her system, for something about the Summoner disturbed her. But she didn't know what it was.
"But on the contrary," small sort of chuckle escaping his nose, his body turning to face hers again "I do not think that an empty stomach contributes to this notion of enjoyment, don't you agree?"
Sarah tilts her head inquisitively, to which he responds with a knowing glint in his eye,
"I've observed you wandering around for the past few hours. I tried to catch your attention, but alas, it seemed you were occupied with what seemed to be a search for someone..." He looks at Sarah, those electric eyes of his piercing hers. "…else."
Her heart skips a beat at the execution of his last sentence. The way he had uttered his words seemed to speak with her personally, indicating he knew more than he let on. This notion made Sarah begin to perspire a cold sweat. As she stared into his eyes, her suspicions began to affirm.
In her head she dismisses this assumption as what it was; a mere assumption.
Tapping into her reserve of hard-willed resolve, she regains her composure, turning her body entirely to face his, crossing one leg over another. Her hand still maintaining contact with her chin, her arm nestles into her thigh as she leans forward, granting an abundant view of her breasts as she spoke.
"So you were…" her eyes look upward as if looking for an appropriate phrase before returning to his. "…following me?"
"I think," The Summoner replies, fingers taking hold of his martini, "a more appropriate term would be…observing with keen interest."
A grin before his fingers raise to his lips to take another inhale of heat.
Sarah's expression changes when a sudden though strikes upon her mind; How didn't she see the Summoner roaming around her? A tall man like that, especially one that she knew, would definitely have caught her attention.
But, same with the eerie feeling the Summoner knew more than he was supposed to, Sarah casts aside to continue her banter.
"Fair enough. But what brings you to Demacia? I'm sure things in the Institute are busier than usual, with the bombings of Zaun and all."
It seemed she had hit a sensitive nerve, the Summoner's reaction one of distaste.
"I was hoping you wouldn't mention that my dear. But I guess it's futile to ignore the elephant in the room," The Summoner said, a glint suddenly catching in his eye, but his face still maintaining its unhappy expression.
He sighs before continuing, "Yes, the Institute has been nothing but a tumult of Summoners and Champions running about, settling disputes between just about every city-state existing in Valoran. One day it was Noxus and Demacia, which was to be expected. Then Zaun against Piltover, the city blaming its loss of life on their technological neighbors. Suddenly the Kinkou intervened, deciding the balance was being disrupted by the sudden increase in conflict, and so and on and so forth."
The Summoner shakes his head, sucking in some more smoke on the withering cigarette between his fingers. The look in his eyes had changed since he had begun to speak of this matter, the congenial and light-hearted flicker of blue now replaced with a fire of grim seriousness.
This look sent a shiver down Sarah's spine, reminding her that this Summoner who she once knew was also the cold-blooded agent who had killed many men in the past, the last sight of each and every one of those men most likely the icy-blue orbs that Sarah stared at now.
But for some reason, Sarah thinks that this look somehow…suited him.
"And so I've been sent around across Runeterra like an errand boy, searching for plausible solutions to this daunting predicament. The way things are going, if another slight mishap such as the bombings in Zaun were to happen, it won't be long until Demacia and Noxus are at each other's throats again, the League unable to prevent anything from happening, unless I find what I'm looking for here in Demacia."
He stares silently in front of him, calming his lungs with more flavored smoke. In a flash, the flame diminishes from his pupils as his gaze returns to her, the amiable air around him returning to its warm luster.
"So to answer your question Sarah, you might say I am here on…business."
"…what sort of…occupation do you have exactly? It definitely doesn't seem like a Summoner should be doing all of this." Sarah instantly regrets the words that had come out of her mouth, fearing that they would give her away.
"And that," winking at her, "is a question that I believe you possess the answer to.
Another unintentional skipped pulse. All the pieces were coming together, but yet Sarah still refused to believe what the completed puzzle implied.
"Now then," he continued, distinguishing his cigarette on a nearby ashtray, "back to the topic of dinner. The dining room next to this bar has the most wonderful filet mignon. But of course, their menu is laden with an ample selection that I am sure will suit your palate."
The Summoner proceeds to stand, his hands smoothing over his attire. He straightens his tie and buttons his suit before checking his cuffs, making sure everything was in order. His actions were somewhat mesmerizing, Sarah never seeing such class in a man in the longest time, if ever.
Breaking her out of her daze, his hand reaches out towards her.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'd love to have you dine with me tonight, Sarah." the Summoner said, that grin of his splayed across his visage.
Sarah's heart skips a beat, the cause for this not relating to her uneasiness or apprehension, but was in fact due to the Summoner's impeccable charm. This was supposed to be her mission; to become closer to her quarry in order to rid of him during their private rendezvous of intimacy.
But as time slowed around her, Sarah couldn't help but drop her nervousness and apprehension, completely forgetting the suppressed pistol resting against her thigh. Her hand slips into his, and a smile crosses her lips.
"It'll be my pleasure."