By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
We are a mass crossover based on the concept of Pandora's Box. Characters from nearly any fandom can be played here. Because of the endless character possibilities, we are canon only here at Pandora. Take a peek at our rules and plot information before starting your new life in Pandora.
Villanelle had to admit, the agents in Pandora were a lot more efficient than the ones who'd typically been on her case back home (with one significant exception, but then -- Eve Polastri was an exception in so many things).
Actually, she didn't know for sure that this guy was an "agent" of anything. She'd just only started working about a week ago - a short window in which she'd already killed two separate targets, one of them a renowned drug trafficker right here in Blackhaven and the other some idiot who apparently caused a regular stir with his blackmailing habit - but already, she'd received a tip from one of her new contacts: keep your head down.
Apparently, someone had already taken notice of the deaths. And if he'd taken notice, that meant he'd probably connected the two separate incidents. And if he'd done that, then it was a reasonable assumption that it fell within his job description to do so.
Other than that, though, Villanelle couldn't say she knew much about this "Mr. Bones" (an delightfully ominous name) person. Except for where he lived -- it'd been easy enough to find that out. The rest, well... the rest she could learn easily enough if she played her cards right. Some people - her old handler Konstantin, for instance - would have said it was smarter to stay away from the person who was potentially on your tail, but Villanelle had never been able to resist a challenge.
(And maybe if she was being honest with herself, she cared less and less about being caught these days. Maybe that too.)
Which was exactly why she arrived outside Bones' apartment door that afternoon, her arms full and her face partially obscured by the giant, colorful floral arrangement she carried with her. It wasn't just that her 'day job' (as she was calling it) provided her with a convenient cover -- it was that she kind of wanted to see the look on this presumably gritty, efficient, assassin investigator's face when she delivered them. A cheerful smile plastered on her face, she knocked once at the door and waited a moment or two for it to open.
"Hello, I have a delivery for -- oh!" Villanelle's surprise was not quite feigned when she finally caught sight of him, her eyes widening in what might have been fear or alarm on anyone else. On her, though, the look was more akin to fascination. Either way, she recovered quickly, her smile returning as she hoisted up the flowers indicatively. "Hi! These are for you. Assuming you are Mr. Bones, which seems likely."
Bones had been hoping yo turn the drug dealer around on his suppliers. So when he turned up dead he had to leak for a connection to anyone. And then a similar killing, clearly a professional happens within a very short time frame. He wasn’t sure it was a meta human. Or anyone he knew but he did his normal checks, Deadshot, no ricochets or trick shots, didn’t fit his MO. Deathstroke, Wilson would have left some collateral damage and the jobs were far too small time. Cheshire was a possibility but the main problem came from one thing. He had no idea if any of those people were in Pandora. In a way he was at a roadblock, waiting for another hit to try and narrow them down, it wasn’t a full fledged investigation but it could complicate Agency matters if informants and potential informants start dying left and right.
He tried piecing together any small morsel of clues he could find, no cameras in either location but a couple people who claimed to see a woman, snappy dresser, but couldn’t fully describe her. He looked around the scene and photos. They definitely didn’t care if the bodies were found. In Pandora one didn’t have that many resources leading back to them. He thought about this as he sat in front of the tv, aimlessly staring at some old cartoon he remembered from his childhood, constantly playing as reruns. He took another drag at his cigar and loosened the tie around his neck. A silk ocean green tie with a pinup of Bettie Page in a mermaid outfit. The awful ties were his own touch, but they also helped put the greenhorns at ease. They saw a skeleton in a suit in the hall they’d get nervous, they see him in a harmless tie the effect it diminished, it was humanizing himself in his own way.
He looked away from the screen when he heard the door. Shooting out of his seat and making sure to out his gloves, he opened the door to be greeted by a sight he hadn’t been expecting. He could tune out her reaction, he was used to it. “That would be me, yeah, any idea who sent these?” Who the hell would be sending him stuff like that? And why did it arrive so late in the day? Something was off but he wasn’t sure what. And while his pistol was still hanging up with his suit jacket most people didn’t expect Bones’ enhanced strength, an actual perk of his meta genes.
Given that the man had a skull for a face, some people might have found it difficult to read his reaction, but Villanelle liked to think she could sense his bafflement in his tone of voice and demeanor all the same. She fought back her amusement to make sure it didn't show on her face, shrugging as best she could manage with her hands full.
"The card they sent with the order is signed 'from a secret admirer'. So you could probably guess better than me." She shot him a brief grin, every bit as enthusiastic as a real florist would have probably been. "You know, I swear I thought this kind of thing only happened in movies. This is the first time I've ever actually had someone order 'secret admirer' flowers from us."
Even as she chatted breezily, Villanelle tilted her head to get a better look at the man. He certainly qualified as 'outwardly intimidating', and she decided immediately that he probably was not someone who generally operated undercover. That only narrowed down the possibilities by a slight margin, though, and --
-- Oh my god, what was with that fucking tie?
Villanelle couldn't help but get distracted by the extraordinarily questionable fashion choice, but she quickly tried to play it off by pretending she had just noticed the gloves he was wearing instead. Interesting. Why did he need those?"Did you want me to put these somewhere? They're kind of heavy." She offered, as if she was only asking for his convenience and not because she was actually curious to get a look at his apartment.
Bones was baffled by the idea of having a secret admirer, sure he wasn’t completely ignorant when it came to that department but most people that would be attracted to him well...had some issues. If you wanted to bone a literal walking skeleton there were some implications that he wasn’t having any of. He was so distracted by that confusion that he kinda waved off her question. “Yeah sure, the kitchen table’s fine.” He stepped aside as he thought, she seemed like a completely normal flower shop owner. He didn’t even think about the fact she seemed a little overdressed and delivering flowers herself this late at night. All he did was make sure he kept his distance from her so she didn’t bump into him or make skin contact. His apartment Was somewhat sparse, not many nick knacks yet. Some stuff was on display, some books, comics, dvds, the cartoons were still playing on the tv and a box for monopoly and risk sat on his table. Helix was always looking for something to do back home, he got real good at strategy with board games, even though he had no idea who he’d play them with.
A full ashtray sat next to a box of sugar bombs cereal in the kitchen and his ARMOUR ID was hanging out of his coat pocket resting on a dining room chair.
He stood by the door, rubbing the back of his head. ”You often make deliveries this late?”
Villanelle offered a chipper smile when he invited her inside, and made sure not to look particularly conspicuous when she eyed the place up as she made for the table. The apartment did not seem especially personal, meaning that either Bones was new to Pandora, or that he just really wasn't the sort to personalize his living space. Still, she tried to glean what she could without actively nosing around. There were a couple of board games on the table, and she glanced down at them with just a shadow of the smirk as she set the flowers down. If he was a fan of games, they would get along well, she was sure.
Or, well. As well as two people who were presumably on opposite sides of the law could. But that had never stopped Villanelle before.
"Ah, not usually?" She feigned a bit of sheepishness as she answered his question, the lie coming as easily as breathing. "But we are a little understaffed at the moment, and the guy who usually runs deliveries for us called out this morning, so I have been running a tiny bit behind all day. Sorry if I'm disturbing you."
Not that he seemed to have been doing much other than watching television, Villanelle thought as she eyed the cartoons playing on the TV screen with mild amusement. Then over at the coat, wondering if she'd be able to manage to pick its pockets without Bones noticing -- only to realize that she might not need to.
Eager to try and get a closer look at the ID, she fussed with the petals of the flower display for a moment, and then drifted in the direction of the chair in a would-be aimless fashion as she continued,"I'm gueeessing just based on your reaction that you're not usually the kind of guy who gets flowers. Maybe a coworker sent them? Or a neighbor?" As much as she was teasing, it was also her way of trying to begin to gauge exactly how well-connected Bones was.
Bones supposed being short staffed made sense although he didn’t understand why she had to bring them out so late instead of waiting for the morning. He closed the door just to keep the air out and stepped back towards the tv. “Yeah that can be a pain.” He waved his hand to clear out some of the smoke. He’d been up working on the case for a while, so he’d gone through some cigars in his time. He had also gotten his needles delivered. When you had a Cyanide touch it was smart to keep some form of treatment for cyanide poisoning, Hydroxocobalamin was his treatment of choice, easily injected into the muscle tissue to start working on the poisoning, converting the cyanide into thiocyanate, not the best feeling but it still didn’t end with you dying. He kept a couple in a case on him most of the time just in case some idiot decided to not pay attention to his safety protocols when working with him.
He hadn’t noticed her moving towards anything in particular she just seemed like some sweet shop owner interested in her customer’s lives. “Well no, being a skeleton that can’t touch anyone makes it hard to get admirers and my job isn’t really the type that you send your colleagues flowers.” Bones didn’t really know his neighbors either. “There a card? Let me see.” He approached, careful to be a couple inches away from her and looking over the bouquet.