SpicyMeatball

Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

@shamrocknroll There's several thing wrong with your post. For one, there is no cafeteria. For the most part, breakfast and dinner are in the kitchen.

Secondly, you can't say he overslept, because it's 530ish in the morning. If you want him to sleep late, please refrain from posting for a bit.

Thirdly, there's only 4 people up, you can't really be outpaced.

Fourthly, @SpicyMeatball has not responded to day she woke up yet.

Please make the necessary revisions to your post or simply delete it, please.

@Agent 47

Yeah, that and she isn't gonna be hovering around the kitchen for more then five minutes at best.

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After shoveling in her final bite of French Toast, Dominique set down her fork and gently pushed back her plate. Looking over to Chris, she smiled in his direction.

“The french toast was delicieux, Chris.”

Dominique looked to Randy as he spoke and stood from her seat, walking back over in his direction. She listened to his apology intently, if with some weariness, nodding in acknowledgement through the whole thing. When he finished and made his proposition, Dominique reached out with her hand in acceptance, waiting to shake his own hand. She looked to him with her ocean blue eyes and smiled gently.

“Alright, I guess we could start over. Ma nom est Dominique---pardon, my name is Dominique. It’s hard to get used to speaking English all of the time. I've never heard of this special education though, we'll probably find out tomorrow.”

She looked down, now realising her overreaction to the situation only moments ago, before looking back up to face Randy once again.

“I’m sorry for my reaction, it was a little much. Now, I’m gonna go get my things put away and I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?”

Dominique nodded to Randy and paced off down the hallway towards her dorm, her eyes glancing across each name on the door until her own came into view. With a twist of the handle, the ginger entered her room and closed the door gently behind her. She let out a sigh and looked around the room, taking in every detail of her new home. It was more spacious than she expected, if she was being completely honest. Part of her expected something of either a prison or a military base, but certainly not an above average dorm room. A smile spread across her face as she walked over to the desk, reading the note quickly before setting it aside and grabbing the large, black weapon case that had been delivered before her arrival.

Inside, her full armoury lay flat. First to come out of the case was her body armour. Consisting of a lightweight plate carrier with thin plates for both front and back, black rubber knuckled tactical gloves and the titanium plates for her arm guards.

After that, her weaponry was next. Her Beretta M9A1 lay on top, sitting inside of it’s hard plastic holster. Dominique carefully picked up the ensemble and laid it on the desk before moving to her melee weapons. Four pairs of blades lay in the bottom of the hardcase, Dominique’s favourite weapons. The first two, her primary fighting blades. The next two, her throwing knives. The third pair was an identical set to the last, and the fourth set, a beautiful set of Damascus steel tanto knives.

With everything now laid in the locked metal drawer underneath her bed, Dominique shut the lid and slid it back underneath the bed. Looking out of the single window and across the water, she watched the ever lowering sun with slight impatience. It was too long until she could start learning and training.

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The irony is real.

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As Dominique was about to take things a bit further, intimidation-wise, the Filipina girl stepped between the pair and broke up the confrontation. She smirked as Sunny gave her a look that could only be read as one thing, before looking back to Randall with the same cold look she’d given him before. “Typical.” She spat the word like venom before sending a warm smile in Sunny’s direction, following her into the kitchen. After hearing the mention of food, she couldn’t possibly turn down the prospect of a meal. In her excitement that morning Dominique had only eaten a bagel and coffee before departing and her stomach’s current mood reflected that poor decision. She needed food and soon.

Walking in behind the group while trying to remain somewhat inconspicuous, Dominique paced over to the bar-like table and hopped up onto a stool. Looking over to Shiro, she cocked her head and called out to him playfully.

“So, monsieur le chef, what dish are you preparing for us? Would you like some help?”

Dominique propped her head up with her arms and waited patiently, glancing to the other occupants of the room with curiosity. It was certainly going to be an interesting year at the academy with such a diverse group of people. She looked over to Sunny with curious eyes, feeling bad for making such a scene on the first day.

“I am sorry for making a scene back there. Ca me rend fou quand-- It makes me crazy when people think they can just say whatever they want like that.”

Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

@Avanhelsing Download it, upload it to Imgur or something, and then link it. Works every time.

Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

@baraquiel I generally wait till 2-3 other people have posted after me before I post again. Just keeps it mixed up and allows everyone to get in.

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Dominique nodded to the next few students that had arrived and offered them a gentle smile, before her attention turned to Sunny. So far, she’d been in a good mood and actually found it kind of funny that Sunny asked the questions that she did. She opened her mouth and was about to answer the girl’s question before being cut off by the South African. With a slight glare, she waited out his little speech and watched almost in horror as he suggested a kiss to a total stranger.

“Je m’excuse monsieur, but your interruption was rather rude. And, if you truly insist on french kissing, maybe you’d like to take a try at kissing one of my blades and leave the girl alone.”

Dominique stood from her seat and rolled up her sleeves, pacing towards the blonde boy. Her eyes shot daggers at him as she approached, ready to draw the daggers mounted on the insides of her wrist as a show of force. When she got within an arm's reach of Randy, she stopped and stood her ground, looking him dead in the eyes. The ginger was quite tone and fully capable of taking on the similarly heighted individual in question. Whether or not she actually would remained to be seen.

“And you’re wrong about one thing there...French toast originated from the Roman Empire, not Texas."

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Dominique’s ginger hair took to the wind as she stood leaning over the edge of the railing of the yacht. The gentle spray of the salt water tickled her face as the boat carved through the waves, sending a gentle shiver through her body. Truthfully, she had lost herself in the calming roll of the waves and the sound of her music cutting out the sounds around her. She was completely relaxed at this moment, save for the gentle flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Excitement, something any new student to S.P.I.G.A would be hard pressed to suppress.

As the looming fortress that was the academy came into few, Dominique stood straight and paced back to her small, cramped cabin and began to put on her casual gear. Nothing too serious, but enough that were she required to defend herself for whatever reason, she could do so rather well. On this particular day, she had decided on a practical, but casual look composed of her favourite tan tactical pants, a long sleeve black athletic shirt and her soft shell jacket overtop. Reaching into her duffle bag, she pushed past her tactical vest and retrieved her custom made arm braces, sliding them on each arm underneath her shirt. Once she finally emerged from her cabin she paced back towards the open deck, her ankle high hiking boots making little noise on the hallway floors.

Moments later, she stepped off of the ship and onto the dock that preceded the castle. She slid her jacket off and tied it around her waist. Now that she was no longer at see, the wind wouldn’t be as cold. She quickly tapped her nearly invisible wireless earbuds to skip the song, putting on her normal pump-up song as she took a deep breath. A new stage in her life had just begun.

Song

With a newfound energy in her step as the music rang through her ears, Dominique began the walk to the main building of the castle where she would join the rest of the students for a small assembly, taking in the scenery around her as she did. It was a wonderfully isolated place, with water surrounding them on every side. She was going to love it here. Her head bobbed to the music as she mouthed along to the lyrics, excitement building inside her as she got closer and closer to the main building.

After listening to the rather brief speech from the headmaster, she followed the rest of the students towards the dorms, restarting her music with a quick tap of her right earbud. Dominique reached down and picked up her matching black duffle bags and entered the dorm building where she calmly walked right towards her dorm, nodding gently to the people in the commons before entering her room. She stacked her bags carefully at the end of the bed and took out her earbuds, stuffing them into her pocket. She took out her phone and quickly checked her hair in the reflection of the screen before returning to the commons room.

Stepping forward, the ginger took a seat in a lone chair before waiting for an opening in the conversation to introduce herself.

“Plesure to meet you all, my name is Dominique.” Her french accent clearly audible as she spoke.