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Born: April 26, 2017 Forum Topics Started: 0
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Home City: Moscow Mail Sent: 2
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ForumSubjectLast Post
MoscowThicker Than Water
Created by Noura Orlav
09/20/17
MoscowSo it goes.
Created by Noura Orlav
07/10/17
Jameson Orlav 09/17/17
Noura Orlav 08/24/17 Cole
Come on. Where are you?
You should have been back by now.
Noura Orlav 08/17/17 Cole
Meet me at 2300.
[Location attachment received]
Ophelia Fraye 07/16/17 She shook her dark head in response. "Can't say I have. I've been here and there, but I haven't made it to that corner of the world yet."

Ophelia glanced behind her, attempting to gauge how long the clerk was going to take. When she'd first ventured out of the deep south, it had taken some time to realize that it wasn't actually common practice to hold conversations with strangers in line. Still, what else were they going to do? She wanted her coffee, dammit.

She returned her attention to the man in front of her, finding it safe to assume it would be a minute. "Do you live in the states now? Or are you just visiting?"
Noura Orlav 07/10/17 Cole
Door is unlocked.
Noura Orlav 07/10/17 Cole
Right where you left me.
Where do I need to be?
Noura Orlav 07/07/17 Cole
Jameson is MIA. Where are you?
Ophelia Fraye 06/25/17 Ophelia was standing in line behind a dark haired man in a convenience store, minding her own business. Really, she was. It was just that the man in front of her had such an interesting accent that she'd eavesdropped a bit as he paid for his items.

She hadn't planned on invading his business, but a sudden exclamation from the back of the store had the cashier apologizing and trotting off to inspect what was apparently a rather large spill. She rather needed the can of iced doubleshot espresso in her hands, so she elected to wait for his return. Perhaps it was the South in her, but she'd always been a bit friendly to strangers.

"I like your accent. Where is it from?"
Noura Orlav 05/30/17 Cole
Don't have popcorn. Still a date.
When are you coming back?
What about Ollie? I need eyes on him.
Athena Maximus 05/30/17 She smiled softly when she shook her hand. He about crushed her hand! He was naturally strong and wondered how good of a fighter he would be. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She gently dropped her hand to her side. She looked at him curiously. "Do you spar or fight with a weapon by any chance?" She gently held up her hands to show him what she was about to explain. "Now that I've been weight training I'm starting to get rough spots from the bench and free weights on my hands." She quickly realized she was rambling and started to get to the point. "If you're ever looking for a sparring partner let me know. I'd love to have someone to train with."
Noura Orlav 05/30/17 Cole
I don't remember him ever crying before.
Has he ever cried?
He might now. I sent it with a note.
Noura Orlav 05/30/17 Cole
How mad do you think he'll be? Annoyed? Furious? Will I be disowned?
Noura Orlav 05/29/17 Cole
I killed someone.
And sent their finger to Jameson.
The middle one.
Athena Maximus 05/26/17 She smiled softly as she walked up to one of the newest members of the coven. "I hear you're one of our newest recruits. Sorry for the late welcome. I just got back from a trip over seas." She gently held out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Athena! If you need anything, or have questions let me know."
Spring Taylor 05/26/17 Oi. Who the f-ck are you? You don't smell like a f-cking jew.
Noura Orlav 05/19/17 Shaking her head, at Cole's response, she swallows. A trap. Could it be a trap? Couldn't everything be a trap? This is real. She knows it. The tone of the Order's mail was clear. There would be no questioning it.

A whimper escapes her as she holds back fearful tears. One by one, everyone is coming back. She'd popped up on Jameson, and then Cole on the both of them. It had redefined everything she knew, and was arguably one of the happiest days of her life. And now Ollie.

He could ruin everything.

Cole
It's real. Be careful. I'll be here.
Noura Orlav 05/19/17 Noura reads the message once. Twice. Three times. It's clear as day. Swallowing, she turns off her phone and picks up the burner. She knows Cole is in a meeting, but this feels urgent, perhaps more for her as she feels dread and panic build up. The shack feels smaller, like the walls are closing in. She decides to alert him regardless. He'd know before he got back, and that is what matters most.

Cole
I just got word that Oliver is at the compound.
Noura Orlav 05/01/17 Her nose scrunches up as he carries on, making a clear show of her disdain for it all. What has happened to him? Before her stands the same Cole, and yet he is completely changed. "I'm not going to leave you."

That is about when it strikes her. This whole ordeal is going to put her and Jason at odds in the worst way. Her gaze flickers away as she tucks the thought back into the recesses of her mind, leaving it to haunt her nightmares later.

"Žiji tam. To je můj domov. Mám tam přátele. You can't burn the world down, Cole. You'd only hate yourself for it." Standing, she steps up to him and reaches up to cradle his face in her hands. "I know you still care."
Noura Orlav 05/01/17 "I lit a Christmas tree on fire to get Jameson's attention," the amusement of that memory is gone quickly. "He shouldn't be involved. I also hear he's a Jew, but I don't get what the big deal is. And I would do just about anything if you agreed to talk this all out with Jameson."

Dropping the notebook to the floor, she leans forward where she sits and looks up at him, pleading. "Please, Cole. This is scary."
Noura Orlav 04/30/17 Noura looks up from her notebook, having written down each and every way they could go about the obvious issue. "I still like the whole 'sit down and talk about it' option... a lot less messy. Yelling. Fighting with words. Yes?"
Gray Taylor 04/29/17 ...Open encryption reply
Cole Ward Pleasure, Mr. Ward. 9pm in the Red Square by the burnt tree.

Cole Ward
And while I know that your sweetheart will want to stay close, please remind her not to set any fires.
Elouise Orlav 04/29/17 Encryption successful.
Cole
Charge extra? No. I just made him put a ring on it first.
You won't need to give any permission. None of Jameson's subjects too. It's more fun to drive a hacksaw through tensed muscle, anyway. More blood, more effort, more fun.
Elouise Orlav 04/29/17 ...Loading encryption.
Cole
3 months after we eloped?
So, not long, thanks for asking! :)
I so look forward to stripping the muscles and tendons from your bones.
Elouise Orlav 04/29/17 ...Loading encryption.
...Encryption successful.
Cole
Go f*ck yourself.
I can't wait for Jameson to string your pathetic ass up.
Gray Taylor 04/29/17 Reply, encryption enabled
Noura. That makes you my friend.
Gray Taylor 04/29/17 Gray Taylor looks at the message, encrypted and tightly secured. Impressive, he considers. He'd caught the czech phrase muttered at him on the street, too. No doubt that is a detail he would find friendly. The suited man sits back upon the sofa he currently inhabits. But he wouldn't answer the question. First, he needs to protect himself.

...Loading encryption
Is she your friend, or no?
Noura Orlav 04/29/17 She gets it. His words, the look on his face, the way he reassures only her, Noura understands now. It echoes over her features as she casts her gaze downward, mulling it over carefully. Cole might have just reinvented that night in Poland. She feels she doesn't need to state the obvious, that her own husband is in there. Actually, Noura decides against bringing it up. Instead, resolve takes over as she brings her gaze up to his face once more.

"What will happen when this is all over?" Their phones demand attention. Annoyed, she casts a glare in their direction before leaning to pick up her own only to see Elouise flashing on both. One read over, and she scoffs. "Ignore her. It's a trap. I know how she operates. She isn't nearly as clever as she thinks."

Expert digits move over the keyboard before ultimately, she drops her phone on the cushion beside her. Her other hand lifts, and in some strange contortion she manages to duck under his arm and tuck herself into his side. "I miss your heartbeat."
Noura Orlav 04/28/17 She stares. She stares really, really hard as she processes what he just said. Cole is talking as if this is no big deal. Unlocking random things in the lab is just... nothing. But Noura knows what is in the lab, and her heart plummets into her stomach at the thought.

She reaches for his hand, intent to put aside their game and focus on the discussion in order to connect with him. She licks her lips as she carefully considers, her other hand moving to his rest upon his upper arm. "There are dangerous things in there. Jameson could get hurt. Other people could get hurt."
Elouise Orlav 04/28/17 ...Loading Encryption.
Cole
Where the f*ck are you, then?
Let's have it out.
Gray Taylor 04/28/17 Upon hearing of certain things, and not hearing some things, Gray Taylor has decided to take a trip to Moscow just to find out what the commotion is. The headache of his enemy is his entertainment. What he saw, however, was the younger Orlav walking down the street with an unknown.

The younger Orlav, whatever her name might be, is a headache for the enemy. So this man... Gray takes up a brisker step, making it a point to bump into the man's shoulder.

"Apologies," he mutters as he keeps going. Whenever the man were to pocket his hands, he'd find Gray Taylor's business card.
Noura Orlav 04/28/17 "You really shouldn't call her a prostitute, Cole..." Noura muses as she watches his expression with a please grin. She wastes no time in writing down her score while he grumbles away. "I don't cheat. I just have mad skill."

Eyeballing his role, she side eyes him with a wicked smirk. "Small straight? That the best you can do?" Sitting back, she watches him. It's a thing, now. She rarely looks away. Probably because, ya know, he came back from the dead. "What do you mean, poke him in the base?"
Noura Orlav 04/28/17 Noura scowls at her phone, dropping it upon the table before her, angry messages on display as she waits for more. "I think he wants to kill me more, now." Leaning, she bumps Cole's shoulder with her own before shaking the cup of dice and letting them fly over the table. "...nice. Full house."

Absolutely, she is raising the roof.
Noura Orlav 04/28/17 Thank. God. Had he left her hanging, literally and figuratively, it would have been the most silently embarrassing and ruining moment ever in the history of their companionship. A hug. She'd wanted to the day before, though she hadn't known his intentions. And then it got awkward. And now, with everything out in the open? She would have her damn hug.

And she listens, poised in interest as he begins to air his concerns over her decision. But when he calls Jason an aardvark, she can't help the humph of amusement that escapes her. He can't see it, but there's a smile there.

"He'll be fine so long as he knows I'm safe," Noura doubts she needs to explain that this does mean she will need to keep an open line of communication to her dino counterpart. With that, she firms up her hold as if affirming her decision. "It's Jameson that is going to be the one to worry about. The minute he finds out, our window gets cut short."
Noura Orlav 04/27/17 She nearly winces at the sound of her name. It's unexpected, and despite the warmth in his tone while addressing her, feels cold and hard like a brick wall being built between them. Noura tore his insides out, and Cole twisted and wrangled her heart with a single word.

"You were his best friend. He trusted you more than me. Did he stop before pulling the trigger, Cole? Did he try to help you?" It's obvious that she's angry at Jameson, doubly so as time goes on since Cole's reappearance. "Why did you stay away for so long? Why didn't you try to find me? Why now?"

So. Many. Questions. Hard ones, too. And yet, she doesn't bother answering his because honestly - she doesn't know what Jason would do. Who would it be? Her, or his pregnant sister-in-law? Her frown deepens, becoming a borderline pout, and her gaze flickers over him. "Každý den, jsem truchlil."
Noura Orlav 04/27/17 Noura had wised up, turning off her cell phone the minute she got off Jameson's property. Before, she had crept out. This time, she brazenly walked out the front doors. Unlike last time, she'd took precautions, covering her tracks on the way there. There was only one thing she couldn't hide, and that is her scent.

Hearing his voice, she quickens her step, walking into the light with her hands in view and her phone completely tucked away, useless.

"I asked him why he didn't shoot me when I turned up again," Noura frowns, slowly approaching his direction, "He wouldn't give me a real answer. He says you're trying to get inside my head.."
Noura Orlav 04/27/17 Cole
WAIT. We have 24 hours, Cole. No tracking.
Location attached
Meet me. 1630
Noura Orlav 04/27/17 Cole
Jason is so angry. I don't know what to think right now. You reminded me of so many things I left unspoken.
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Jameson hits the button on the transceiver, sending along the surveillance footage to Coles device.


640x820 1080dpi nexCOM surveillance

A voice would come over the communication speaker in the lab. Cole would be hard pressed to miss it.

"I see you, Bratr. Hold tight, I am coming for you. If you get lonely... check the cells. Who knows what's still alive down there."
Noura Orlav 04/27/17 Cole
I don't know if he does trust me, Cole.
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 incoming coordinates...
...coordinates received...
...begin recorded transmission...



"Those numbers you're reading are your ordinates. I am not your progeny. I am not a grunt. Understand what you're getting yourself into, Cole. I'll give you one chance to alleviate the situation at hand. Think about what you're doing. Meet me, or begin your preparation. You know how this will end."

.... end transmission...
Noura Orlav 04/27/17 Cole
You were right.
Noura Orlav 04/26/17 Noura's steady gaze dropped with his hand, knowing full well the gravity of her admission. It takes seconds for the will to move to kick in, and when it does she merely crosses her arms if only to self-soothe. I hope you're happy.

The rueful look she gives him tells tale of dangerous doubts creeping into her mind, and perhaps even those deep seated issues she's had that have been left unspoken for as long as she has been back in her brother's presence. Opportunity for Cole, really. She gives him a slight nod.

"We are dead... and I'm going to make that up to you, Cole." Stress is wearing down on her, and it's showing. Pressure builds as her throat closes in upset, and Noura works to keep her emotions in check.


"I'll text you soon."
Noura Orlav 04/26/17 She can see that flash of something in his eye, but can't read him. Not anymore. Noura is about to answer him when her phone chimes, and she quickly shuts her mouth as she stares at the screen, frustrated.

She glances up at Cole before responding, not bothering to hide the screen. Transparency and trust is her gift to him. Once sent, she pockets the phone and looks up at him, lifting a hand to rest over his and effectively hold it in place. But the act is also grounding.

"It's not that easy... I can't leave like that. Jameson is finally starting to trust me again, and Jason. Cole, I'm married."

Now she's nervous. And stressed. Very much. "I thought you were dead..."
Noura Orlav 04/26/17 "Cole..."

A relieved smile appears as she appraises him, glancing over him quickly before meeting his eye. Ugh. That smile disappears, and she fidgets where she stands, fingers tugging at the cuff of her sleeve as she hesitates. "I missed you too..."

Noura takes a slow, careful step forward. She doesn't really know what to expect right now, to be fair. "No new holes, no. You really upset everyone back home by shooting her... are you okay? Are you staying somewhere safe?"
Jameson Orlav 04/26/17 Cole
Your god damn guts were hanging out of your body. Myslíš to vážně? Would you have hand me leave you to suffer? And Lise? Would I not have spared but her life if I had a choice? Fvck you, Cole. You don't get to do this. Crawl out from behind these messages. Accuse me to my face. Let us hear what you have to say for yourself.
Noura Orlav 04/26/17 F*ck Moscow. The city reeks, and the political climate is sh*t. Luckily enough, overcast skies bring on a light rain, enabling Noura to sneak out of The Order using skills she hasn't exercised since Poland. It really felt like old times. It's frightening, actually, and the sensation isn't lost on her.

Cole means a lot of things. A lot of scary, serious things.

When she steps into designated location, a storage warehouse in the outskirts of the city off a gravel road, she pulls her hood of her sweatshirt down and looks around carefully. One step. Two steps. She checks her phone, noting the time. She's early.

Waiting for his grand entrance, she nervously begins to wander the immediate area, taking in each and every detail she can. At least then, Jameson could only call her partly stupid.
Jameson Orlav 04/26/17 Cole
You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Just like you to shoot first and ask questions later. OUR protocols were meant to keep my team alive. Why don't you ask Noura about that, bratr.
Jameson Orlav 04/26/17 Open Encryption
Cole
You shot my fvcking wife? I've got a whole clip of bullets with your name on them. Wrong move, Cole.
Noura Orlav 04/26/17 -Frowns at the phone-
-Sighs, takes a few minutes to comprehend all of it-
-Opens a reply-
Then you understand everything. We'll talk more when we meet.
-Pauses a moment-
Jsem ráda, že jsi naživu.
Noura Orlav 04/26/17 F*ck it.
-Open Reply-
Hardly. You owe me a bullet. We both know I'm responsible for everything, Cole. But Elouise did have a bullet coming to her.
Noura Orlav 04/26/17 -Replies to text-
You shot Elouise? Good for you.
Noura Orlav 04/26/17 -Glares at phone-
-Bites lip-
-Takes a breath. Hits reply-
I want to see you. -Sends and immediately starts trying to track all the things-
-Doesn't even know if it sent-
Elouise Orlav 04/26/17 You know Jameson?
-eyes up and down-
Should I know you?
Jameson Orlav 04/26/17 Reply: Begin Encryption
Whoever this is.. you're not fvcking funny. Hiding behind a text won't save your life. P!ss the fvck off.
Elouise Orlav 04/26/17 -squints-
Did you just call me a prostitute in...Czech?
-grumbles-
I'm telling Jameson. He'll out-Czech your ass.
Elouise Orlav 04/26/17 Trick question, I don't date men.
Are you like, an Uber driver?
... Are you friends with my husband?
Autumn Dalca 04/26/17 I have no idea what that means, but you're not attacking me, so I assume it's a good thing. Cheers.
Elouise Orlav 04/26/17 ... You look familiar. Did we date?
Autumn Dalca 04/26/17 Welcome to the realm.
Vesper Vaughn 04/26/17 Blinks.

"You're welcome.. I think."

Jameson Orlav 04/26/17
Vesper Vaughn 04/26/17 "Welcome and greetings."
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