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THE 007 MEME
B O N D, J A M E S B O N D Congrats, you are now super special agent 007. O R You are now the horrible terrible Bond Villain. Specify which you are, the secret agent or the villain, then go tag around and either hatch evil schemes with the other villains, or attempt to thwart said villains from rigging the stock market and so on. |
It's that initial moment, when 007 meets their nemesis for the first time. In a street, at a cocktail party, at a casino, during a mission - this is that first contact.
2.) Undercover:
So, you've got to fool them. One of you is hiding your real identity, or maybe you both are. Either way, you're both on separate missions - perhaps for your own gain, perhaps for the good of Queen and country. Maybe you're in a swanky resort, or even your own headquarters - it's your job to get close to this person, and outfox them.
3.) The Big Fight:
Kick some butt. You're probably on the top of a burning building or in some dodgy church (which is probably also burning), and that asshat is trying to end you. What's good, 007, just try.
4.) Fraternizing:
Don't.
( aka. M is going to lose her shit)
(aka. go have a good time in a really, really expensive hotel on the waterfront in Tangier, with your arch enemy).
5.) Team up!
Don't.
(But also do, because that means missioning around to exotic locations in someone's private jet, getting to know your enemy, finding what makes them tick, and that you both have a mutual love of vodka martinis and summer evenings in Roman Piazzas).
6.) TO THE DARK SIDE:
AGENT NO. DON'T DO IT. Yeah well too late, either you've convinced 007 to join your team, or they've joined of their own accord. Time to escape, go on the run, and cause absolute havoc together.
7.) REDEMPTION THO:
Classic: redemption arc. So the villain is going to defect, going to rat on his/her friends, going to abandon that one scheme to blow up MI6... (hopefully). What happens next? What's the fall-out? How are they going to survive in their new life, in hiding? Are you going to go hang with them, or nah?
8.) Free Will:
You choose! There are old cities to roam, Bond girls/guys to rescue, internet battles with your villains, other agents to hang with, other villains to hang with - go wild, steal a jet.
5.) Team up!
Don't.
(But also do, because that means missioning around to exotic locations in someone's private jet, getting to know your enemy, finding what makes them tick, and that you both have a mutual love of vodka martinis and summer evenings in Roman Piazzas).
6.) TO THE DARK SIDE:
AGENT NO. DON'T DO IT. Yeah well too late, either you've convinced 007 to join your team, or they've joined of their own accord. Time to escape, go on the run, and cause absolute havoc together.
7.) REDEMPTION THO:
Classic: redemption arc. So the villain is going to defect, going to rat on his/her friends, going to abandon that one scheme to blow up MI6... (hopefully). What happens next? What's the fall-out? How are they going to survive in their new life, in hiding? Are you going to go hang with them, or nah?
8.) Free Will:
You choose! There are old cities to roam, Bond girls/guys to rescue, internet battles with your villains, other agents to hang with, other villains to hang with - go wild, steal a jet.
Cassie Cage | Mortal Kombat X
Remilia Scarlet (aged up) | Touhou Project
River Song (Doctor Who) - Open
2-ish?
Shall we give it a go?]
A WORLD OF YES
They were using her again. Instead of an assassin she was an infiltrator and (when she was lucky) an expert in the field of archaeology. At least they had the courtesy to ask this time. But that didn't necessarily mean she was completely playing by their rules.
A teensy dab of hallucinogenic lipstick on her church escort's cheek left him dumb and dreaming in a closet. She could do this so much easier (and better) without a chaperone. Between the backless dress and elegant updo, she was guaranteed to have the host of the party wrapped around her finger and begging to show off his vault to her. Once she knew its location and security measures, she'd be all set. But just when she was starting to get somewhere, feigning interest in the man's many alleged donations to charity, a familiar voice caught her ear.
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He landed the TARDIS in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs, donned one of his best suits, and nobody was the wiser. The hors d'oeuvres were heavenly and he spent his first hour at the event chatting and joking with the staff and the hungrier guests. As the evening drew on the opportunity to venture downstairs opened wide. He had befriended a large number of the staff and had about a dozen excuses to go down to the kitchen thanks to the head cook's brags.
After finishing a dance with one of the older ladies who kept going on about how much he resembled her grandson, he escaped in the direction of the stairs. Several people were standing around chatting in the doorway while the host lingered near the hallway with a lovely blonde. He knew that curly head of locks anywhere, as well as that voice, and that smooth back peaking out from the back of that silky dress.
The Doctor smirked and called out to her from across the room. "Well well! Fancy meeting you here, Doctor Song. Have you had the pleasure of trying the food. Very nice."
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"Whoever is that daft man talking to?"
In truth, her heart pounded in her chest. She longed for the days when the Doctor came, but did his timing have to be so impeccably awful? "Pardon me dear, I've got to go powder my nose." She patted the arm of the host, now suspiciously staring at the Doctor. She whispered into the man's ear, a salacious suggestion to meet upstairs in ten minutes.
River sashayed across the room, 'accidentally' tripping into a server with a tray of champagne glasses. The bubby beverage spilled onto the loudmouth arrival and a handful of other patrons. "Oh, goodness!" She exclaimed, grabbing the Doctor's hand. "You'll need to get that taken care of right away, sweetie."
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His eyes met River's when she grabbed him by the hand. "Yes, yes. Can't go dripping around the place," he agreed. There was a light of suspicion in his eyes as he let her lead him towards whatever corner or abandoned room she deemed safe enough for a proper talk. "Happy to see me?" he whispered and teased.
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"Are you mad, you nearly blew my cover!" Her voice remained indignant as she rifled through her small handbag, pulling out a towel. Bless bigger-on-the-inside technology. "Of all the times to surprise me, you choose when I'm in the middle of a mission? Any other day I'd be thrilled at the thought but--" she paused her rant to look at him clearly, handing over the towel for his trousers.
"...Did you even know I was here?"
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"Right. Right. I came here specifically to mess things up for you," he grumbled as he took the towel from her and began patting his legs one by one dry. "Of course I didn't know you were here! I came here by coincidence."
He gazed up towards the ceiling and down at the floor. "That and I couldn't help noticing the communication signals being sent out from the area- clearly someone is trying to keep what they have to say under the radar. Then there's the fact this mansion could blow its roof off with the amount of energy radiating off of the property. Sure hope everyone here has had their shots."
He throws the damp towel onto the nearby desk. "Care to tell me more about this mission of yours? I noticed it involves getting close to the master of the house."
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In the reflection, she sees him toss the towel aside. Of course he wants answers, but she has to choose them carefully. "Gregory's got a high-powered vault and I've been tapped to find out details. I honestly shouldn't even be telling you that much."
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"Hmm. I suppose it would be easier to use Gregory's actual hands or eyes for the typical fingerprint or retina scans but..."
Alec Trevelyan | AU!James Bond
James Bond l Reboot Bond l ota
Eggsy Unwin | Kingsman | ota
Ocelot | MGS3
vesper lynd | casino royale
peter petrelli ~ heroes
DEAN WINCHESTER | SUPERNATURAL | OTA
Sam Axe || Burn Notice || OTA
Andred | Doctor Who EU
for timesbureaucrat
But this is, he suspects, the part of him that's more Andred speaking. The part that's more Torvald isn't more inclined to call this simply part of the job. Especially when the point is to be rid of Free Time and the potential threat they pose.
That said, it's still highly irritating and he's in perfect agreement with the remnants of Torvald on that, as he ducks out of the way of another spate of weapons fire.
"You know, I'd really like to know where they keep getting all this."
He's got a guess, of course. But that doesn't mean it wouldn't be nice to know for certain and have just that much more ability to help shut things down. Or at least help severely restrict Free Time's option
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Leave the thinking to those better suited and just fire back. [Narvin snaps. He doesn't like Free Time and doesn't like being put in danger, so this is shaping out to be a bad day on many fronts.]
wow I totally got my formats confused there
I'm just saying [he continues, as he he keeps firing (unsuccessfully, mostly. There's an awful lot of cover)] if we could figure out where it was--
[His voice trails off into a hiss there, as one of blasts from the other side grazes his arms.]
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[It might be a little inconvenient, and possibly inclined to bleed a little, but he's definitely had worse. If only on account of the last major firefight that he'd been in, but that's still something.
(And he doesn't intend to let some Free Time goon be the cause of his next regeneration, when he's only just gotten used to this one.)
It's only the briefest of moments before he picks up right where he'd left off; there's no corresponding noise of pain that follows the subsequent blast of staser fire, but he hadn't been aiming for that. Instead, there's only the unmistakable noise of electronic components shorting out - the lights don't flicker so presumably whatever Torvald had been aiming for had been reasonably well self-contained.]