easy come, easy go, it's time to go hard. for sorte / agent au

[outclash]

(it's about 9:00 pm, men and women were going out and gathering up for all kinds of events while children were gathering at arcades. all unsuspecting of the scenery that's about to be laid out before them; the scene was so calm and peaceful that they wouldn't believe it. not what tonight was about to bring. the sky clear as ever and cool as autumn continues onward, some even were speaking about halloween festivities they had planned. except for him.

bystanders found themselves surprised as a rather nice looking sports bike began jumping from roof to roof at an upwards of 90 mph. dangerous speeds, but tartaglia never was that type to play it safe with jobs he's given and tonight would be no different as the engine revs and speeds forward across each jump set before him.

the job given was something simple for a man like him and the organization he's part of. they would take such things willingly and provide the best of the best for any sort of needs. tartaglia just so happened to be specialized in what was offered. the target he needed to prove himself as well as their own viability was a man of grand standing and had plenty of talk around him. some wondering why he'd pick out tartaglia for the job knowing he would take things as suggestions on terms of the law and what could be considered "sane" if he were really excited. which is what led into him deciding to make things interesting once the building is in sight; his motorcycle revving up

when tartaglia has an idea or two on getting in and it's clear how he can. they had the man who hired him specifically, aventurine, gathered up in a spacious room and seemed to be questioning him. waiting for his surrender perhaps.

unfortunately for them, there would be no surrender when with this confirmation the next moment is a rather large surprise for those that thought they were in the clear. his bike flies in through this third floor window and the men begin to scramble in a panic while glass flies about everywhere. the wide grin of this daredevil driver is large once he opens fire upon those around with his smith & wesson revolver. the drop of bodies quick and easy before turning his attention toward the blonde who likely had been waiting on him for the time being. now that he's getting an up close look, though brief, tartaglia thinks to himself that there's something here that tells him that they'll get along smoothly. maybe. after all, who would hire him in particular if they weren't looking for someone willing to go beyond the norm?)

You're Aventurine then? Get on, quick, I don't think they'll stay out for long~.

(of course they wouldn't, if they were holding him for ransom like suspected then it's gonna kick up a hornets nest and one tartaglia would happily be part of. chaos was among the many things that can excite him if it's something fun. this? this would in fact fall into that.)

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[sorte]

[ Patience is a virtue, they say. For a sinner like Aventurine, however, patience is the only salvation from the impulsiveness that risk encourages. One that plays their cards consistently against fate is often left with the yawning awe of anxiety that comes with finding out if your bet will pay off. it's all too easy to cast your chips and then be left hanging in dread as you watch the dice tumble. Some moments between the casting and the results are longer and more dangerous than others.

Nevertheless, he waits. He waits, offering a friendly but vague smile to the men surrounding him. Whether they believe he's their captive or that they simply have him surrounded at their mercy didn't matter. They're all rather "patient," though, themselves with making a move, aren't they? Are they afraid of him? ]

I wonder what kind of horrible bedtime stories your superiors have told you about me to have you all so unsettled. Unless you can't count, there are far more of you than me.

[ Aventurine's eyes shift focus under his rose-colored glasses, from the men to 3/4ths length window behind them, noticing a glint that doesn't belong midair in the sky. Oh, what in the hell...

Leaning backward a little bit into the sofa now, the blonde taps his knee idly. ]

Perhaps this will be a lesson that you should indeed always be more afraid of the beast lurking in the shadows than the one you have surrounded, hm? It's been such a pleasure this evening, gentlemen.

[ he offers them a wider smile now with his farewell just as the bike comes through the window sending glass and suits flying in all directions. As for Aventurine himself, he doesn't even move from his position on the couch (although, he will admit doing so was one hell of a gamble on his part that even he felt he might really regret for a few seconds there) letting everything including the bike and it's rider harmlessly bypass him as the room goes into complete chaos. Only once the rider speaks (after bullets are fired and the only thing left is the hum of the bike's engine and some groans that are drowned out by the thrumming) does he get up gracefully from his seat. He approaches as he expertly steps over bodies and in between larger chunks of metal and glass, pulling his glasses off to catch the other's gaze with his own once they're close. ]

Mr. Tartaglia, I presume. [ he did request the most "exciting" agent available, didn't he? Looks like he got what he asked for. He'll wink at him before putting his glasses back on and climbing on the back of the bike. He'll wrap his arms around Tartaglia's waist. ]

Flashy entrances deserve extra points.

[outclash]

(too easy, even for him. tartaglia is always the sort of man to make things more interesting and this was his idea of doing that. when it comes to tartaglia it was always best to assume that anything was on the table; even the table itself being used as a weapon since he never was hard pressed to do such things. he knew asking for that bike was one of his better ideas. they never saw it coming, not that he'd take to the rooftops and go right for something this daring.

as is befitting his unpredictability whenever he snorts at the little "scoring" and comment about his flashy entrance. a bit of flash went a long way and so did a certain flair whenever he makes sure aventurine is sitting comfortably behind him. indeed, he got what he paid for and tartaglia could only carry on that idea by letting the excitement carry onward.

if it stays calm and quiet, that just would be too easy.)

Aventurine, then. Right, that's me and oh? Scoring me tonight? Alright, we'll see how much of a perfect score I can get~. Hold on tight!

(for that he would pull out all the stops once his bikes engine revs up loudly. they'll be going more daring than usual with this jump; he couldn't get back to the rooftops from there which means only one way to go. right out the broken window and down toward the once bustling streets when the motorcycle flies forward. a few of the men that were stationed outside came in too late and were more shocked that someone could be that crazy. but that's just his style and he'd like to keep it that way. tartaglia can deal with any trouble from the others later about his "antics" were there a little too much damage all around. he'll have to be ready for fights on the way to extraction back to their headquarters, but that's all fine about an already exciting for men like them.

cars were having to screech to a halt as he sped on by, out of fear of near hitting them and confusion as to what in the hell is happening. to them it's supposed to be a quiet and less than memorable evening. not a man putting some distance between his employer and the fools thinking that they were bigshots.

though it wasn't long before the first car of many from their now pursuers pulls into view. two men, one driving and the other seemingly barking orders on a phone from what tartaglia can tell by looking back briefly before pumping up the gas. no need to go with wearing the kid gloves here, he had a man to impress tonight and tartaglia wasn't going to disappoint here.)

Hoh boy, I knew I was gonna kick up a storm there~, guess we'll see how well they do keeping up with me.

(time to have some fun, is what tartaglia thinks, and a lot of it.)

[sorte]

[ Aventurine tilts his head back over his shoulder to take a look at their pursuers. Pressing a bit closer to Tartaglia, he uses his hold around the other's waist to move his hands and feel around for one of his gun holsters. Despite their predicament, his movements are smooth and sensual in their search, his hands only finally halting when his fingers wrap around the grip of one of the guns to pull it free. ]

They're quite fussed, aren't they~?

[ he chuckles, moving to tighten his hold around the other for support and balance, although he will lean in to speak hotly over Childe's shoulder along the side of his neck before processing with his intentions. ]

...Don't go holding back on my account, I've good a good eye.

[ not that Aventurine was expecting the other to, but it's better to make it clear than let assumptions ruin what could otherwise be a perfectly thrilling performance for them all.

Without further delay, he'll click back the safety before going to turn and take aim with one of Childe's guns, pointing it straight towards the driver's side of the first car in pursuit of them that his focus settles on. With a gleeful little smile, he hums and fires the first shot, the satisfying kickback from the gun reverberating and tingling up his arm like a wave rushing forwards to crash onto the waiting shore.

The jerky swerve of the car when the occupants realize they've just been fired upon is also particularly satisfying, enough to get a playful laugh out of Aventurine's throat before he's taking aim to fire again.

And again.

...And again.

You know... just in case they somehow thought it was unintentional that the bullet cracked their windshield the first or even second time. ]

[outclash]

(there's a second he almost gets distracted but good thing he's got his eyes on the road. childe almost wants to laugh that he has an interesting "boss" this time. someone that also seemed interested in feeling up what muscle that he has underneath that dress shirt; a fair bit, a good body and he definitely had it in him to keep up the pace presented. distractions are always nice to get the blood pumping and childe thinks for a moment that aventurine could also be checking the "goods" essentially while he's got his hands busy driving.

not that he blames him~, childe may even cop a feel if he had a chance and a good fight to get him going.

since he got the go ahead, it's only fair that he makes their exciting evening when he feels aventurine against his neck. the words take a minute to process, but childe does laugh shortly after. right. time to go! his smile is wide, dangerous, and is nothing short of disaster whenever childe speeds up his bike. the bike very easily after aventurine starts to open fire going real fast; traffic wasn't hard to avoid and childe was already playing fast and loose with them.

that's his style, how he gets his own thrills when some of the incoming men are more terrified that a man can be this crazy. childe's insanity never was something that can be questioned and now only is a testament to it in how he weaves through both the right and wrong side of the road. some drivers were caught off guard and almost panicking themselves that someone could be that utterly insane to try losing incoming pursuers through more dangerous methods.)

Okay~, I got plenty of guns to go around I think and ammo!

(the tunnel up ahead was a bit narrow, but that won't stop his daredevil antics even as these mooks were making a clear attempt at catching up to them. the second car that comes up is almost knocked off the road whenever the first swerves about; a little more and both may even go flying off the road in how they're struggling to avoid bullets.

attempting even, from what childe notices to get their own guns together.

more fun for him then, is what he muses once childe pushes his speeding to the limit. he's well beyond 100 by now and it's only going to keep going until this bike gives out or until they get to extraction. not that he minds it, that's what makes it all the better even if his comrades were going to be sighing about his usual antics once again.

that or laughing about it as wriothesley has often done.)

[sorte]

[ citizens can't really comprehend insanity when it comes to people like them— afterall, the type of people pursuing them aren't a bunch of police that are at the very least expected to follow the laws they enforce. insane antics to escape the clutches of these types of individuals aren't so insane when death is quite likely upon getting caught and will most likely include torture, as well.

Aventurine's expression hardens a moment as he notices the individuals trying to get it together with their own guns, but the abrupt swerving of their cars is making it a bit difficult for them... which is fine by him. Unfortunately, he can't easily shoot the tires when they lag behind like this, but if the cars do actually manage to come close in their catch-up attempts, he will have an easier time hitting them. Their enemy's best bet is to keep lagging behind if they want to survive, not speed up— ]

I'm going to guess they will try to cut us off at the other end of the tunnel, although I admit they might not be sophisticated enough to be able to organize and assemble such a thing in time.

[ still, it never hurts to be prepared.

Aventurine doesn't even flinch as several bullets whiz by them, taking aim and firing at the shooter leaning out the car window. Regardless of how much or how little ammo he has, Aventurine doesn't fire too wildly. Every shot he takes hits something or someone that makes the enemy nervous every time they hear the sound of return fire amidst their own. A low whistle comes from him then. ]

Wonder if their boss is a hard ass, they're clearly not used to this kind of effort, nevermind the kind needed to catch us, but they're not giving up.

[ Using the tunnel entrance to his advantage, Aventurine will fire consecutively now, forcing the first car, and subsequently the second, to swerve in panic and in attempt to avoid colliding with each other— which ends with both cars crashing into the side walls of the tunnel entrance from swerving out too far too late to be able to swerve back in. The remaining cars don't give up and enter the tunnel after them, but they have to deal with the fact a bike can maneuver around and between cars much easier than a car can... or is capable of doing at all in some cases. They're ultimately falling further and further behind because of that alone since they can't simply steamroll the rest of the road traffic as much as they would like to. ]

You'll lose them by the time we get out, at this rate.

[ they just need to worry about what's up ahead now unless somehow all other cars on the road magically disappear, which isn't going to happen. ]