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ALPHA // the mun.

Name/Age/Timezone: Gaby/17/EST

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Triggers: Rape, Extreme Gore, Needles, Abuse

BETA // the muse.

Agent’s Alias: Agent 27

Civilian name: Lise Niven

Faceclaim: Alicia Vikander, Candice Patton

D.O.B/Age: December 7th, 1989 - 28

Birthplace: Östersund, Sweden

CHARLIE // the interview.

Tell us a bit about your past. Do you have a family? Where did you grow up?

The clock is ticking.

It isn’t a problem, really. It’s not loud enough to be a distraction, but it’s audible. The clock is ticking, she’s here, she’s fine, she’s alive.

Lise smiles evenly.

“I was born in Östersund, but I didn’t grow up there. Neither did my siblings. My mother was American, and my father was raised in France. She was a journalist, and he was a photographer, and they worked together, mostly. We grew up all over the world. The closest we came to a steady home was living in Ireland, for about a year, when my mother was pregnant with the twins. I was only seven, so I don’t remember it so well.”

They’re the facts, but they’re bland. She’s memorized the sentences- they’re easy to roll of. Nothing of what it was like, what they were like. It’s the only way she can manage this.

“It was an interesting way to grow up, if an inconsistent one. Although French was my first, I was able to learn several languages from a young age, and I think that benefited me greatly.”

What were you doing in your life before UMBRA reached out to you?

“Research, mostly. As you know, my parents and siblings were killed, when I was quite young.” Her tone is pleasantly bland.

Fresh blood on the kitchen tiles. They’re not moving, everyone is still-

“ I dedicated a long time to bringing their killer to justice. I created webs of contacts and informants, through any means that I could.”

“Where the fuck is it, I know you-”

“Sometimes those means were unethical, but I did what I deemed necessary.”

What was the worst phase in your life? And if you were able to change the past, would you?

This is one Lise doesn’t like. Her hands start to twitch, and she clenches and unclenches them. She has to pause for a moment, listen for the sound of the clock again. She lets it steady her. “After my family died, I had a very rough time. I ended up going down a very violent path, for a while. I did some things that I’ve done my best to atone for.”

She’s never going to be able to. She won’t stop dreaming of the people she hurt, she’ll always have to scrub her hands clean when she wakes up, despite there being nothing there. But she’s accepted it. She’ll do her best.

Do you perceive your work here with us important? if so, explain why. if not, explain why.

“Yes.” It’s one answer that Lise is completely confident about. “I have a huge field of contacts and informants all across the world. I keep my finger on the pulse of issues that are of interest to UMBRA. I think the work that I do is crucial. I believe that it’s my duty to do all that I can.” In this place, Lise feels important. She feels significant, at least more than she did, stitching herself up with a bottle of brandy on the floor of a dark bathroom ten years ago.

Is there anything that you believe we can do differently and why?

“I don’t think it’s my place to say, really. I think there’s a time and place for that kind of discussion and I don’t believe this is it.” It’s more impatience than anything, at this point. She’s got meetings this afternoon, and formalities are only going to slow this down. “A group discussion would be more productive, I think.”

What is the one thing that you will never do, or at least, will refuse to do?

Any of the obvious answers that one would normally give don’t quite work for her, so she considers the question. “I’ve never killed someone who was innocent,” She starts, after a long moment, “And I don’t intend to start.”

Last but not least, who do you think killed the Vice-Director?

She frowns. They’ve got the best detectives in the country on this case, haven’t they? Then they’re not asking because they’re curious. They’re asking because they’re trying to see if anyone’s answers are suspicious. It’s important that Lise makes sure hers aren’t.

“I’m not quite sure, to be perfectly honest. It’s troubling to think about. I’d say that more likely than not, it would be an experienced person. I don’t mean to stir anything, and take this with a grain of salt, but one might even think it would be someone who knew the organization well. If not UMBRA, then ADA. They’d need to know how the security functions. It’s entirely possible they’d accomplish that from the outside through surveillance. But with how high our security is, that doesn’t seem quite so likely.”

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ALPHA // the mun.

Name/Age/Timezone: Gaby/17/EST

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Triggers: Needles (graphic images of them entering skin, descriptions of the same thing, I’ve got the tag blacklisted, so just tagging it is totally enough)

BETA // the muse.

Agent’s Alias: Agent 89

Civilian name: Neelie Marsh

Faceclaim: Josefine Frida Pettersen, Medalion Rahimi

D.O.B/Age: December 31, 1995 - 22

Birthplace: Bethnal Green, London, England

CHARLIE // the interview.

Tell us a bit about your past. Do you have a family? Where did you grow up?

Worst one, right off the bat. Doesn’t seem like such a great sign of how the rest of this is going to go. Fuck. Neelie’d rather be anywhere else right now. This- sterile room, eyes on her, waiting on her words- is. Not great.

She inhales, exhales. Glances down at her hands folded neatly in her lap. “Lived in London all my life. Grew up in Bethnal Green. Not any family that I can remember. Few group homes, but nothing close to permanent. I started living with some-” She pauses, looking for a neutral word, “-friends, when I was sixteen. Got involved in some bad shit. You already know that, though.”

What were you doing in your life before UMBRA reached out to you?

“Bad shit. Like I said.” They know everything- well, almost everything- that Neelie did before this. She knows there’s not much point in lying, but telling the truth feels like she’s setting herself up for a gun to the head. Lying will be worse, though. “Drugs. Weapon deals. I’ve always been good at getting in and out of difficult places without anyone noticing, and I know the city better than anything. Stealth is what you call it. So a lot of burglary. If something was going down and they needed backup, I’d be up on a windowsill or something with a gun, case things went South.”

What was the worst phase in your life? And if you were able to change the past, would you?

“Neelie, if you do it, you’re fucking dead.” Jamie gasps. “I swear to fucking god, you’re-”

She swallows hard. “Next question.”

Do you perceive your work here with us important? if so, explain why. if not, explain why.

“It’s better than what I was doing before. Same amount of danger, not too far off in terms of blood. But it’s for a better purpose, yeah? So I’m doing good, or at least something close to it.” It means that Neelie’s dreams aren’t filled with hot breath on her neck and gunshots close by and pleading and- “So yeah. I’d say it’s important.”

Is there anything that you believe we can do differently and why?

The question feels like a pleasantry. Something out of an HR Department. Neelie doubts Umbra’s got much in the way of that. “That’s not really my place to say, is it? That’s the job of the people who run this place.”

What is the one thing that you will never do, or at least, will refuse to do?

Fuck, okay. An easy one. She lets herself relax, a little. “Hurt an innocent. People who aren’t involved should never get caught in the crossfire. It’s not fair to them.”

Last but not least, who do you think killed the Vice-Director?

So that’s what this is about. Neelie’s answer here is the most important. She can’t seem too relaxed, not with how she’s been acting. But tensing up will be suspicious, too. So will too long a pause. “Well. You’re much more likely to be killed by someone you know, right? Problem is, the Vice-Director was one of the heads of a well known organization. Probably knew a lot of people. He was in a position of power, meaning there were probably a lot of people who wanted him out of that position of power. But-” Neelie takes a breath. She doesn’t want to appear too eager. “There were guards there, weren’t there? There would’ve had to be. So it was someone who knew how to get past the guards. It wasn’t a fluke.” She sits back. “That’s what makes sense, at least. Could be completely wrong.”

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