[ Volume I: "THE VALORANT PROTOCOL" ]
[ Chapter I (1): "SENTINEL DISPATCH" ]
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[ Earth Alpha. Universe 2006-180819 (VALORANT-Universe) ] [ December 31, 2039 (10AFL) ]
[ "Excuse me, can I-I get your number?" ] Sasha Fritz has never been so shy in the spam of her 20 year life, the daughter from a rich millionaire family all she had asked have been given to her. And so will in this case, [ "..." ] [ "My number?" ] The handsome rowdy haired man in front of her placed a chin on his hand, pondering something as if not knowing what she meant.
[ "Y-yes, you're... number." ] Her blue mesmerizing eyes widen slightly as she hears the voice of the delicious looking man in front of her. Tall, mysterious, dark haired, violet eyes with a deep voice — 10/10 her type. [ "Oh, ohhh! That... type of number... sorry." ] The man, still unknown to Sasha smiles awkwardly showing his teeth slightly as he pulls out a device from his pocket, from the pants of his with holes in some parts.
[ "He... Here." ] The slow tired voice of the man not being noticeable to her, to Sasha who's fully too drowned out by her thoughts, her fanatic handsome-looking thoughts that drowns out her much more logical side, ( "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" ) ( "ihhhh!" )
Sasha as to not appear rude drops the double late chocolate-milk drink of hers on the table not far away from her, half drinken with foam as she loves those. She looks at the phone, slightly in the old model side of the spectrum but she still looks at it as if it's a family heirloom or something.
Grabbing the phone she got a much closer look at her baby loves, her sugar crush, her cherry kiss and future husband — the wedding of theirs that have not yet been finalized, but undoubtedly will be in a week or so playing out in her head. In the beach with her in a white long gown and her hubby in a black and violet colored suit smiling and waiting for her with a priest standing nearby.
[ -iss... Miss, are you... alright?" ] The thought bubble of her being popped by her lovey as she stares at where it is coming from, starry eyed hidden under those blue eyes. [ "O-oh sorry." ] She started to blush when she realized what was happening, her hand touching not just the phone but also the top hand of the mysterious soon-to-be lover of hers, getting her flushed and shy — cheeks having a faint red hue.
She opens the phone and notices the wallpaper, a hand being grabbed by a woman with green eyes and black hair, dressed in a casual outfit smiling at the camera. Sasha doesn't know her, but she can agree that she is one beautiful woman, so she swiped up with the phone not having any password, going to the contacts accidentally noticing the names [ "Alex" ] [ "Brimstone" ] [ "Charles" ] [ "Cypher" ] [ "Dorothy" ] and other such, thankfully she didn't cared about them.
She looks at the phone number, pulling out her phone she takes a picture of it, happily smiling to herself with feet practically with a skip if she walks — but she isn't walking so let's settle with a toothy grin with her beautiful white teeth. She hands over back the phone, not caring about the wallpaper and others such except for the number, one which she'll cherish alongside her collection of numbers — her collection of lovers.
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[ "I can't believe you Felix." ] Felix Harp, the Agent No. 08 of the Valorant Protocol could be seen sipping his cup of coffee, one with a ton of sugar in it as he whistles a happy tone to himself — one he doesn't know of. [ "What you mean by that, control?" ] [ "I detest you, Felix Harp." ]
[ "Alright." ] Felix the black haired, violet eyed Agent could be seen talking to himself in a low voice — no device on him which can give signs that he is talking to someone else, no phone, no earpiece, no connected device. The only confirmation that he is talking to someone else is that his replies are being answered.
[ "Don't forget the mission." ] [ "I won't Sabine, I won't. Simple guardiang duty, no? Like what you did in that Art Museum." ] Felix kept constantly hearing the voice of his sister, albeit adopted he still cares about her. She is one Sabine Callas, his sister which has another surname due to political, and emotional reasons, Felix still doesn't understand, but at some point he didn't question about it.
Felix grabs using his hand one sugar cube from the collection of sugar cubes and placed in on his cup of coffee, drowning the already sugar riddled coffee of his as he looks using his peripheral on the target of his mission no. 07, Sasha Fritz daughter of one rich financier with some shady dealings, with some shady past, so he was sent here to guard her — and save her from a certain someone, a deadly ex apparently. One deadly certain resourceful ex. [ "Look out for her." ]
[ "I will." ] Felix replied grabbing another sugar cube as he places this one on his tongue, the sweetness getting into him as he drinks coffee to go along with it. His focus fully on the back of the skipping woman not so far from him, at Sasha Fritz which is being shadow guarded by men and women, elite of the elites dressed in civilian clothing's blending in with the foreground.
( "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6" ) Felix counted 6 in the whole charade as he silently sips from his cup of coffee, looking down at the wooden table in front of him as he looks at the reflection of his in the phone. ( "Still beautiful." ) he thinks, he opened up at the phone and thoughts, ( "Much, much, much more beautiful." ) but this was disturbed by someone giving him a tap on the shoulder, a rough hand that he was expecting since a minute ago.
[ "Let's talk." ] Felix ignores the deep sounding voice coming from the 6'7 behemoth behind him, at the man dressed in a clothing that seemingly doesn't fit well with the man — as Felix instead sips from his cup of joe, turning around he noticed the scar riddled face of the old man, of the man who tapped him, [ "Felix, don't." ] [ "Hmmm, sure, let's do that." ] ( "And 7th, apparently." )
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[ AUTHOR'S THOUGHTS: "If you can't write, or in a writer's block. Just take a nap, don't let emotions in, actually use it but don't let it rewire your characters actions — make it natural, know you're characters before writing. That'll be all, sorry for the rewrite, love you all. Mwah!" ]
[ WRITTEN: 11/08/2024 ]
[ POSTED: 11/08/2024 ]
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