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Malevolent Calamity (Malva and Isaiah)

Malva has a tendency of finding trouble. Or it finds her. The latter would be slightly weaker in comparison if they were to be evaluated. The Aspect of Magic had a talent in keeping her mouth shut, despite not being the best liar. Unless she was being blackmailed. Now that, could be debatable and negotiable. Sighing to herself, she stared at the tablet in her hands. It was slightly irritating the dragon because she has been trying to track a few things down and couldn't get to it. Her access kept being denied, which was almost a shocker to her, considering their organization probably had the widest connection in the world, after operating so long. "Why is the world suddenly against me, for the love of Gods, come on." However, when she did not receive any multitude of response that was lovely to be heard, she leaned back against the chair and grunted in distress.

"Out of all the times I needed you to work, here you are giving me an attitude of the century.", she grumbled before fumbling with her amethyst necklace that rested around her neckline that was almost twinkling in the night. She had always picked nights for her time of work, with an exception of Malva Arguarde, the pathologist working at General Evermore, during the day. Staring at the gadget, she felt skeptical and reluctant. How else was she going to track the group of people she wanted without alerting anyone in her faction? Aurelia already had slight revelation to the matter because of their Atlanta trip. Whilst she was successful at dodging and evading others, she knew it couldn't go on any much longer or she'll be caught. The purple dragon preferred being caught over the fence once she had a viable explanation. But in order to have that in the process, she has to correlate some evidences that showed it. Unfortunately, the Aspect hasn't been there yet.

Malva decided to give up on the thing for a while, up until she accidentally swiped a profile. Quirking her eyebrows up in curiosity, she accessed it without doubt. The name that was written piqued her interest. Not a name she has not heard or seen before in their files. Usually, the Russian born Ailward never bothered with their progress with the 'wanted' people on the list. Which in her opinion, was a very long list. But the specialty listed there however, made her take a side-step. She switched her positions from sitting on the chair to plopping on her bed, sitting crossed legged, with the tablet in her hands. She also got the keyboard out so she could place it on. Every part of her was telling her that it was a bad idea and shouldn't be one she should even think of but there was a small voice that also tells her to try it out. How there wasn't a measure nor risk she wasn't able to take, in order to obtain the set of information she needed desperately.

Closing her eyes briefly, she fluttered it open after a few seconds on contempt. "You're desperate, Mal. It's understandable. Besides, you'd be doing others a favor just as well to keep him occupied." She bit her bottom lip as she tells herself that it was fine. Reassurance wasn't in her forte nor was it something she was good at given her pessimistic nature and abysmal bedside manner, despite being a doctor. According to the information laid out in the tablet, the notorious young Nephilim was in Evermore recently and they did not have any concrete idea of why he was back. There's no harm in figuring that out, although part of her knew it was reckless and dangerous to sought out such person with no guards nor backup. But recklessness seemed to run in her blood.

And so, the Aspect of Magic grabbed her jacket and bag before making her way downstairs. She has recently gone back to working as a doctor so it gave her the advantage of being able to go outside without being questioned by others. A doctor's shift is like a whirlwind pool of twister, so being called upon wasn't a weird occurrence. Thankfully. She didn't have any night shift today, so here she was, driving to god knows where in the city, with only nothing but a locator spell guiding the way. Valentine was her guard, alongside Tatiana, and the lycanthrope was the Head of Technology in their faction. Malva knew not to gamble her chances when it comes to technology, so tracking using the macbook was useless if it comes back to bite her. Luckily, the Ailward could use a few old tricks up her sleeve, such as the locator spell. Locating a specific person was not a problem, especially when she had the ability to pinpoint where her supernatural guardship was at.

She stopped outside somewhat an abandoned warehouse of sorts and pursed her lips lightly because the spell ended here. A shady place for a shady guy? Possibly. Getting out from her car, she remembered to leave the macbook inside it, and brought the bag she had slung over her instead. It was all the essential things she never forgot to bring anywhere despite the bag looking like a regular sling bag women wore around. Being the Aspect of Magic, almost everything was enchanted for her, and courtesy of Argent blessing her with light enchantments that came in forms of jewelries. Inside was her spell journal, a traditional silver dagger she usually uses for spelling purposes, and maybe a few vials of unknown substances. The moment she entered the place, she felt darkness looming over and she hated that feeling. She's always had a problem with the dark side of the world, and still found it hard to resist their temptations despite being over a millennium old.

Something tells her that it wasn't going to be easy to shrug someone like him off so easily. You reap what you sow, Mal.

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Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on February 4, 2019 at 20:06

Malva has been wondering since the very beginning, her throat feeling the lump formed whenever she tried to assure herself that this was like any other day where she meets someone rather unpredictable so she could get things done. Nothing more, nothing less. But something just couldn't help but to bother the Aspect of Magic the moment she set foot inside the darkened place. The grip she had over the straps of her bag and outwear was actually very worrying, because her palms were starting to get sweaty. If it was any other day or any other person, this might have not been so much of a big deal for her to get all jittery over nor would she even send herself personally just to make sure a deal is contracted.

It didn't take long for her throat to complete dry up much like the Sahara desert, but before she could even clear her throat to make her presence known, she was apprehended easily by her opponent. Not that she was that worried over it. Malva wasn't stupid, she would never come here if she wasn't confident she could do whatever that needed to be done, or so she thinks. The workaholic and meticulousness in her had prevented her from giving up in the centuries, so that could also be why. The Aspect of Magic had to admit, she did not imagine being stuck in this position when she came seeking the notorious nephilim out. But she wasn't surprised so, she must've thought about how things might actually go wrong for once.

Clamping her mouth shut, her icy blue hues wandered over to the burned laptop sitting not very far from where they were. Isaiah had circled her earlier like some predator who wanted to play with the prey shortly before ending its life. Normally, she'd find it amusing, but not today. She didn't wish to be playing a game of cat and mouse so early in the discussion. “I feel like I would have heard that coming from creepy guys. That's exactly what they always say before striking.. What happened to originality.” she mumbled, struggling under the hold so she would be able to at least talk comfortably without having the sharp tip of the dagger held to her throat. “I don't know who sent you here for a little game of cat and mouse, but I'm definitely a third party. And, I am smart. How else could I have tracked you down.” The way she had said it with so much snark lacing her tone, she really wasn't trying to make herself to be intimidating or anywhere near that element.

“I agree a little introduction should do the trick, but first.. Rude. I might not go out much, but even I know there's no actual code that gives you the right to hold a sharp blade against someone's throat as a form of greeting, when you don't even know for sure why they're here.” she huffed lightly as she clicked her tongue in annoyance before giving a look down the dagger that was still not moving. “I would prefer not to get blood on my clothes. It's hard to wash the stench off.” she mused, her eyes giving off the vibes how she couldn't care less what happens. “My name is Malva Ailward. Obviously I came here seeking you out for a reason. Your name has made quite the feat alone, Mr Bradford. Or Qrow, whatever you prefer. I have a proposal for you. A contract, really.” Tapping the end of the blade a few times, she asked that he removed the hold on her politely because it's making her uncomfortable. Classic Malva move.

Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on March 2, 2019 at 16:15

She probably should've known this would happen, and perhaps she had underestimated just how much paranoia could have a hold on someone. Lucky her. Now she has a blade against her throat that was really just threatening to cut her if any pressure was applied a few more seconds to pass. Unfortunately, even her name ring no bells to Isaiah, which was surprisingly fine by her, since he led a rather low-profiled life. Not everyone knew of her family and their organization and sometimes they like to keep it that way. But Malva couldn't deny that the family name had an effect that she gradually took advantage of. By the way his grip had tightened around her, she was concluding that the nephilim was already making a quick assumption in his head. Normally this would allow her to play him back at his game but she didn't exactly have the mood to put in the current setting.

Mal did feel the blade digging deeper into her throat though, which elicited a small whimper from her out of shock instead of fear. She's been cutting herself to draw blood for most of her spells that required more concentration, what would you expect? A little cut here and there wouldn't bother her, but she would rather not find out where it would land her at. As some had said before, she has a tendency to land herself in trouble even when she wasn't seeking them. Although she believes this was somewhat unavoidable because she is actually seeking trouble himself in the vessel of a nephilim. When Isaiah pressed the blade against her throat a lot deeper after retorting, she clenched her jaw and tried her best not to throw a rather snarky remark his way. Her temperament could not handle this, but her professionalism probably could, considering if there was any bit of it still left after this charade.

“As much as I would like to entertain you, it's not why I'm here so I would rather not have someone inflict any injury on me-” Before she had the chance to finish her words however, the malevolent shining glint from the blade had cut her, nowhere near any important veins thankfully. “Really..” she sighed heavily and closed her eyes briefly before tapping on his hand. “Can you please? This blouse is hard to wash off.” she muttered. “Believe me, if I wanted to get close to you, I won't play innocent because I'm terrible at that.” The Aspect of Magic wasn't being wrong, her abrasive manner usually lands her far off from that. She couldn't keep up an innocent facade if there was no sheer will for her to do that, which is non-existent as of now.

“And I've told you before.. I am a third party. My own.” At this point, she wasn't even sure when she's going to explode because she was starting to display a small scowl already. When he released her, the first thing she did was avert her hand to her throat and grumbled before fishing out a scarf from her bed and wrapped it around her neatly. “I should sue you for being an insufferable guy who cut me.” she shook her head and was about to return to what she had originally come for. Until she noticed him eyeing her ruby pendant, right, that trinket. How could she forget how dark it was, enough to entrance even the most purest soul. “You either know me or you don't. You're not the only one travelling like a ghost.” she rolled her eyes and followed his gestures.

“I want you to find something for me. Well, someone too. And normally I would go myself but this is highly personal so I cannot involve my guards to do it. God knows what my brothers would do if they find out. And you, you're the best mercenary I've ever heard.” she shrugged. It was take it or leave it. “I can't risk my exposure or involvement in this. That's why I am enlisting your service.” Upon hearing his problems, she chuckled softly. “Oh yeah, your problems are piling. Daddy issues, your sisters and brother.. People hunting you down.. You seem like you're going to need more help than you have.”

Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Malva Ailward on July 24, 2019 at 18:04

She should’ve known better than to seek someone like Isaiah Bradford out like that, especially alone. She had no backup, and even if she wished, her magic was of no use at the moment. Her physical strength and skills were nowhere near competent, and obviously no match for a mercenary such as the Nephilim. She wasn’t her brother. The only thing she picked up from defense classes were how to put up a good defense, she was never the offense girl and that often make it a good disadvantage when it comes to her. Yet here she was, standing before the man who can kill her if he wants to, at least she wouldn’t make it easy, no? "Come on head, work with me. I need you. Why do you always disappear on me when I need you the most? And come when I don't want you to" she grumbled, turning her body to the side, obviously knowing well that those were how things go. You don't always get what you want. Not even if you're an Ailward Aspect, no.

She still spent her time working on to retracing some trails back, but it's going to be slightly minimal due to her working commitment. She can't agree that performing autopsies and cutting people's bodies open was the option she opted for, to take her mind off things, but she wasn't being picky or choosy. And yet she has been doing nothing but pace around since last night. Her tendency to block things out and endurance was surprisingly a talent for the Aspect of Magic. For the past two days, all that the brunette has been doing was cutting her palm open to rectify her reasons on using blood magic to retrace their two finest guards’ disappearance that was holding their utmost attention at the moment, especially hers, considering she’s failed trying to get ahold of them. 13 times trying various locator spells she could think of, even up to resorting to blood magic for a more clearer insight, yet 13 times she was returned with a huge no. That was why she’s here today, because she was desperate. Desperate for whatever it is she seeks.

The moment the blade sunk in her skin, was when Mal really got so done with the entire thing. Thankfully, he let go of the grip on her. “If I want to kill my father, I would’ve done it on my own terms, don’t worry, slipping in poison is not as hard as people make it out to be” she huffed and blew a few strands of her slightly brighter locks out from her peripheral vision. Given her short fuse, sometimes she wondered just how long would she last around talking with him, it wasn’t like she’s the most patient person there. It’s okay Mal, you just have to breathe and keep calm, everything will be fine. It’ll be fine. Malva squinted her blue hues scrutinizingly at the taller male as she crossed her arms, clicking her tongue impatiently while also keeping a patient facade on. “I have no worries on the price, call me desperate, but I’m willing to give in if it meant I get that thing.” The talk about guards always did made the Aspect of Magic huff because it was a hard part in her place since they’re not just any guards. She shouldn’t even be here in the first place.

God help her if her brothers and sisters or even the guards were to find out that she’s seeking Isaiah Bradford out. There was a reason why his file was still stuck in the archives, reasons she probably needed to review again because this was a risky move, even for her. But if she didn’t decide now, when will she get the chance to do so? When he pulled the pendant off her and tucked it inside her purse, Malva stared at him with an unidentified expression. Right, that pendant she wore is troublesome. Powerful. But troublesome. Clearing her throat slightly, she pulled out two 4R pictures from her purse, extending it to him, “His name is Darius Marlow, and he’s the owner of this gem” the pictures contained a guy in his late thirties, dressed professionally in a tuxedo with a smile, while the other picture was a gem, a ruby, the same one she wore earlier. “I’ve done a little research on that… I need that gem but he wouldn’t sell it to me or to anyone else. And I’m not a princess, my family are just insanely… protective, so you can understand why this is a very risky thing to do, the moment you accept it, people are going to be onto you, but if you succeed, then I stayed by my words, I’ll give you the price you want.”