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➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @icembrace ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTISEULT  +  AGENTBYTE

          silence,  mostly.  yejide  has  never  been  good  with  quiet.  they  fidget,  picking  at  crimson  polish  they  spent  so  long  perfecting  for  the  ball.  while  they  had  a  solid  repertoire  with  most  field  agents,  cipriana's  recent  return  after  a  full  half  decade  on  a  classified  mission  makes  agent  iseult  somewhat  new  to  them.  they  aren't  a  nervous  person,  speaking  before  thinking  more  often  than  not  and  saying  things  with  full  authenticity.  so  why  do  they  start  the  conversation  with     "     do  you  think  it's  true  ?  the     "     —     yejide  wiggles  their  fingers  in  a  vague  gesture     —     "     the  thing  that  was  shown  that  night  ?     you've  been  around  here  longer  than  i  have...  has  this  happened  before  ?     "  

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @tvrmoils ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTVERBENA  +  AGENTBYTE

            rogue  clowns  (  jesters... ?  whatever you wanted to call them  )  have  a  funny  way  of  ruining  plans.  april  fools  is  nothing  short  of  a  coveted  holiday  for  yejide,  happening  to  exceed  the  previous  year  every  time  the  first  rolls  around  again.  nothing  dangerous  !  they  stick  to  harmless  pranks,  things  that  get  a  genuine  smile  out  of  even  some  of  the  most  serious  agents.  cue  a  dramatic  sigh  as  yejide  flops  down  beside  sabine,  morning  of  the  first.     "     this  sucks.     "     rare  that  anything  puts  a  damper  on  yejide's  mood,  but  between  the  ongoing  investigations  and  what  happened  last  night,  they  find  it  increasingly  difficult  to  maintain  their  attitude.     "     i  feel  useless.  how  are  you  holding  up     ?     "     they  worry  their  lower  lip  between  their  teeth,  lost  in  thought.     "     i  can't  get  those  images  out  of  my  mind.  as  far  as  i  could  tell  they  weren't  augmented.     "

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @mercyfuls ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTARACHNE  +  AGENTBYTE

          "     is  it  just  me  or  was  mercy  a  lot  easier  to  hack  into  five  years  ago  ?     "     tablet  is  propped  up  against  her  rolled  up  sweatshirt  on  the  table  as  she  swipes  through  screens,  getting  steadily  more  frustrated.     "     you'd  think  having  agent  status  would  get  you  more  access.     "     yejide  huffs  and  sinks  into  her  seat.  while  she  was  stellar  at  cyber  research,  anything  on  these  clowns  was  turning  up  articles  and  posts  timestamped  just  after  the  governor's  ball.

Everything i do is out of love and chaos

          he's  choking.  hyperbole.  regardless,  the  tie  he  wears  is  suffocating,  or  maybe  it's  an  approaching  panic  attack.  he  hasn't  had  one  of  those  in  years,  but  anything  is  possible,  clearly.     (     the  video  replays  behind  his  eyelids  in  full  4k  resolution,  haunted     )     he  does  what  he  does  best.  lies.  plasters  a  smile  and  talks  and  talks  and  tries  not  to  be  bothered  by  how  unbothered  they  are  supposed  to  look,  tries  not  to  be  unnerved  by  how  easily  everything  rolls  off  veronica's  shoulders.  with  every  passing  day,  it  becomes  more  clear  that  she's  much  better  suited  for  this  position  than  him.  unsurprising,  but  he's  shocked  anyhow. 

          maxime  is  the  picture  of  cordiality,  hands  clasped  in  front  of  him  to  stop  the  tremor.     "     collaboration,     "     he  echoes,  grins  hollowly.  he's  grown  accustomed  to  stalemates  and  concessions  in  the  name  of  mercy's  greater  good,  accepted  that  there  are  some  lines  that  must  be  crossed  and  some  that  can  be  simply  written  over.  he's  exhausted,  frustrated,  seconds  from  playing  whistleblower.  cowardice  reins  him  in.

          voice  lowers,  if  only  to  ensure  that  anyone  listening  wouldn't  be  able  to  make  much  out.     "     and  what  of  the  rumor  being  passed  around     ?     are  you  planning  on  staging  a  cover-up     ?     releasing  a  statement     ?     my  intentions  are  to  conduct  further  research.  it  will  be  easier  to  do  so  with  the  department  standing  together,  rather  than  apart.     "

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌   closed,     feat.   maxime   (    @greatpain      ) 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾   +    𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇   evening,   event   one   -   governor's    ball

 elegance   envelops   the   agent   as   she   moves   gracefully,   natural   poise   exudes   from   her.  amongst   colleagues   from   various   spheres   of   her   career,   veronica   glides   through   the   governor's   ball   with   an   air   of   prestige.   despite   the   lingering   weight   of   recent   events   that   hung   over   her   mind,   she   maintains   an   outward   façade   of   composure,   giving   no   indication   of   the   turmoil   beneath   the   surface.   to   all   outward   appearances,   mercy   was   flourishing   more   than   ever. 

"it's   good   to   see   you   being   so   cooperative,"   she   purrs   to   her   fellow   head   agent,   her   tone   smooth,   diplomatic.   "if   we   can   maintain   this   level   of   collaboration,   we   should   be   able   to   resolve   the...   desiccation   error,"   she   pauses   briefly   to   clear   her   throat,   masking   any   hint   of   uncertainty. 

veronica   smooths   down   a   stray   lock   of   hair   at   the   nape   of   her   neck,   a   subtle   gesture   of   self-assurance.   "i've   reassured   the   board   of   the   kronos   lead.   they'll   be   off   our   case   soon   enough."

          "     you're  not  having  fun     ?     "     yejide  has  always  been  one  to  make  the  best  out  of  any  situation,  and  a  party  is  never  one  that  has  concerned  them  much.  they  understand  how  to  talk  to  people,  how  to  pull  even  the  most  stringent  wallflowers  out  of  their  shells,  how  to  make  others  smile  with  little  more  than  a  smile  of  their  own.  they  don't  need  to  be  a  radiant  to  be  radiant.  hands  reach  out  as  precaution  to  steady  the  field  agent  just  in  case.     "     how  many  of  those've  you  had     ?     don't  think  we  can  leave  early,  but  we  can  maybe  step  out  for  some  fresh  air  together.  how's  that  sound     ?     "

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 001 / GOVERNOR'S BALL ; open

time at events such as these never moves in a linear line — it's a spiral, a journey inward, not forward. time, always so fascinatingly cruel, the way it either slips or slows, moving of its own accord. cipriana stands in a corner of her own, resembling more a lalique statuette than an actual person; something you could almost look through and not at. at least the dome of her skull feels picked clean, pierced by soporific and nearly obligatory tête-à-têtes. the wine in her glass, redder than most she'd seen before, sloshes around, threatening to spill over the rim. thus she steps back, steadying her hand. '' so, when can we leave? ''

          "     i  have  spent  the  entire  night  telling  myself  it  could  be  worse.     "     this  is  the  most  honest  he's  been  to  himself  or  another  in  the  past  twenty-four  hours.  far  be  it  for  maxime  to  enjoy  anyone  else's  company  these  days,  but  domnhall  is  always  a  welcome  presence,  grounding  and  prudent  when  everything  seems  to  be  one  step  from  chaos.  corner  of  his  mouth  quirks  into  a  half  smile,  like  he's  sharing  an  inside  joke  with  an  old  friend.     "     i  don't  know  how  many  times  i  can  pull  off  pretending  to  take  a  phone  call  to  exit  mid-conversation  without  raising  suspicion.  tell  me  yours  has  been  better.  let  there  be  some  hope.     "

starter : dom ft. open @ sentinel electric governor's ball

agent merlin leans nonchalantly against a column, sipping at a glass of some wine most likely worth more than his weekly paycheck. he's just escaped a dull conversation with a few guests affiliated with assorted private companies — pawning them off on another agent with more knowledge of the field and technological aspects of the organisation. " how has your evening been thus far ? " he asks to the person approaching — initially preparing for the mental toll of conversation like four-dimensional chess, but relaxing a little as he sees they are another agent of mercy. not that his coworkers are that much easier to make conversation with, but the stakes are at least a little lower.

          oh,  how  yejide  longs  for  the  comfort  of  their  computer  set-up.  even  the  most  extroverted  people  need  a  break  and  he  finds  his  in  the  embrace  of  talking  shit  with  demian.  not  quite  the  screens  and  chair  he  wants  —  but  it's  a  very  close  second.  a  brief  reprise  to  be  unapologetically  himself     (     not  that  he's  ever  anyone  else,  though  frequently  he's  felt  the  need  to  reel  himself  in     )     with  someone  else  who  just  fucking  gets  it.     yejide  shoves  demian  lightly,  all  familiarity  and  no  harshness.     "     be  nice.  the  pieces  on  their  own  aren't  bad  !  they  just  don't  go  together.  listen  —  a  couple  more  red  accents  and  he'd  be  on  the  cover  of  gq.     "     nothing  but  sincerity  in  his  voice.  a  genuine  smile,  all  pearly  whites  and  raised  cheeks  at  the  compliment.  comfortable  red  satin  in  a  retro  silhouette  with  an  honest  to  god  train  and  pumps  that  match  —  seriously,  who  the  hell  is  she     ?     "     you  flatter  me,     "     voice  takes  on  a  playful  quality,     "     but  look  who's  talking,  huh     ?     can  you  believe  that  some  people  think  intel  agents  can't  show  them  up  at  these  events     ?     "

               *          CLOSED  STARTER         »         @greatpain .

               "  okay  ,  okay ,  "     evidence  of  their  already  tipsy  — just  tispy —  state  ,  demian  all  but  drags  the  words  ,  glass  of  scotch  tightly  gripped  in  the  same  hand  they  use  to  signal  the  general  direction  of  their  new  target  .  the  eagerness  to  stir  their  little  ,  silly  game  permeating  their  tone  with  unabashed  enthusiasm .     "  what  about  him ?   the  one  with  the  red  scarf  ,  what’s  his  story ?  "     a  good  amount  of  feet  away  from  them  ,  slightly  to  the  right  ,  there  is  a  tall  ,  fat  man  with  a  prominent  baldness  ,  a  hideous  red  scarf  around  his  neck  ,  falling  the  front  of  his  wide  body  ,  and  a  dish  full  of  shrimps  between  his  chubby  hands .     "  why  is  he  so  fucking  boring  to  dress  ,  huh ?  "     the  words  come  up  in  an  attempt  of  a  whisper  that  ends  up  being  louder  than  intendeded  ,  but  demian  is  numb  enough  not  to  notice  .  they  turn  to  her  instead  ,  look  them  up  and  down  quickly  ,  and  smile .     "  they  should  learn  from  you  ,  you  know ?   you  look  positively  ravaging  tonight  ,  my  dear .  "    a  wink  accompanies  their  words  and  a  sultry  ,  playful  smile  touches  their  expression  ,  giving  them  a  childish  appearance  instead  of  the  charming  one  they  were  aiming  for . 

          three  smoke  breaks  and  two  faked  urgent  calls  into  the  ball,  and  maxime's  run  out  of  options  to  evade  conversation.  he  can't  so  easily  slip  away  considering  his  position,  so  he  lingers.  watches.  smiles  when  it  is  appropriate,  claps  when  everyone  else  does,  and  pretends  that  he  is  not  a  husk  parading  around  without  a  soul  attached  to  the  body.  his  applause  after  ceo  kang  steps  off  is  stilted,  mind  still  processing  what  this  will  mean  for  the  organization,  and  then  darkness descends  and  everything  stops.  he  waits.  extends  his  sense  of  pain  out,  probing  for  any  spikes  in  the  baseline  he'd  measured  at  the  start,  only  to  find  no  anomalies  as  far  as  he  can  reach.  max  remains  on  high  alert  as  his  vision  adjusts  to  the  emergency  lighting,  scanning  his  surroundings,  ensuring  that  everyone  is  uninjured  within  his  line  of  sight  by  second  nature.     "     this  is  my  default,  agent  hera.     "     it  isn't  —  not  recently.  his  posture  is  fixed,  shoulders  back,  nothing  like  the  coward  he's  been.  all  it  takes  is  a  dash  of  fear  to  get  the  adrenaline  running.     "     i  am  unconcerned  about  the  message.     "     he  lacks  skills  to  manage  a  breach,  physical  or  technical.  maxime  focuses  on  what  he  can  control.     "     which  combined  with  the  mood  lighting  might  cause  panic  with  our  junior  agents.  panic,  which  causes  injuries  inadvertently.  forgive  me  if  i  lack  faith  in  them.     "

𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 … open starter ⟳ governors ball ; 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 .

❛   champagne   ,   thank   you   .   ❜   crystal   chimes   against   the   marble   countertop   adorning   the   bar,   the   round   of   applause   it   accompanies   almost   deafening.   zita's   own   hands   mimic   the   actions   of   others,   the   sound   hollow   and   empty,   a   reflection   of   truer   sentiments   towards   the   collaboration   –   just   another   stakeholder   to   appease   ,   the   voice   of   cynicism   muttered   within.   deft   digits   eventually   curl   around   the   tall   stem   of   her   champagne   flute,   the   glass   brought   to   lips   and   its   libation   savoured   ;   at   least   they   hadn't   scrimped   on   the   alcohol ,   which   was   so   often   the   case   at   such   galas.   no   sooner   had   the   glass   met   her   lips   the   room   descended   into   darkness   ,   emergency   lighting   swiftly   &   brightly   illuminating   the   concerned   and   confused   expressions   on   the   faces   of   the   attendees   ;   posture   rigid   ,   hues   assessing,   zita   mirrored   the   facades   of   others .   vibrations   from   within   her   purse   directed   her   attentions   and   with   her   phone   retrieved ,   the   message   was   read .   posture   relaxed   ,   lips   meeting   the   glass   once   more   for   a   calming   sip   .   ❛   don't   look   so   ...   serious   ,   we   do   not   wish   to   cause   a   panic   .   ❜   her   voice   was   low,   scarcely   a   whisper   to   the   colleague   beside   her   .

          there's  something  to  be  said  about  how  inseprable  she is from her devices,  an extension of herself like the rest of her four limbs.  after all,  her phone and computer won't abandon her.  but her phone might receive a notification that,  well,  everything is so fucked.     "     uh,     "     starts  yejide  with  all  the  eloquence  they  can  muster.  wordlessly,  they  turn  their  phone  screen  to  vanessa.     "     everything  is  fine.     "     there  is  a  reason  they  aren't  a  field  agent,  a  damn  good  reason  why  their  missions  are  done  sitting  in  a  comfortable  gaming  chair  as  blue  light  washes  them  out.  that's  where  they  should  be  right  now,  not  foolishly  trying  to  fit  into  an  event  that  was  never  made  for  them.     "     great  speech.  loved  the  theatrics.     "     any  excitement  that  usually  laces  their  voice  is  gone,  replaced  with  an  itching  urge  to  know,  but  they  follow  orders  and  do  not  draw  unnecessary  attention.

starter status: open, event post mini plot drop.

an   air   of   discomfort   clouds   vanessa,   yet   her   grin   offers   a   distraction   —   fooling   those   in   her   company.   for   a   moment   the   meticulously   crafted   mask   falters,   an   audible   huff   escapes   from   cherry   kissed   lips.   vanessa   watches   as   her   father   descends   from   the   stairs,   her   gaze   narrows.   "unbelievable."   she   swallows   what   was   left   of   her   wine.   the   lights   flicker   yet   the   trained   agent   keeps   her   composure.   vanessa   glances   over   to   her   colleague,   "i   left   my   phone   at   coat   check.   any   word   from   hq?" 

          oh  what  he  would  have  given  for  the  email  to  have  been  the  most  of  it.  the  actual  video  has  been  playing  itself  on  loop  in  his  head  —  of  all  the  things  he's  been  having  trouble  holding  on  to  ,  why  is  this  not  one  of  them  ?  maxime  pinches  the  bridge  of  his  nose  and  takes  a  deep  breath.     "     you  wouldn't  happen  to  have  the  name  of  that  junior  agent  ?     nothing  about  it  is  funny.  you  understand  how  this  works.  we  cannot  afford  to  have  anyone  sticking  their  nose  where  it  does  not  belong  ,  especially  not  during  this time  ,  and  certainly  not  junior  agents.     "     he  takes  the  seat  across  from  her  ,  brow  furrowed  and  mouth  pulled  into  a  signature  frown.     "     how  are  they  doing  with  all  this  ?  any  problems  ?     "

✧             STATUS:          open ✧             LOCATION:          unspecified  within  mercy  hq ✧             WHO:          jordan  &  your  muse

              “  if  it’s  about  the  mass  email  that  was  sent  out  ,  i’m  afraid  i  can’t  help  you  with  that  .  ”  jordan  sets  down  her  phone  and  looks  up  at  [  your  muse  ]  .  the  contents  of  that  email  ?  a  little  disturbing  .  but  what  can  they  do  ?  not  much  if  she’s  honest  .  “  although  ,  i  think  i  had  a  junior  agent  ask  if  i  could  hack  into  tmo’s  system  to  find  out  more  information  .  that  was  funny  .  ”

please stop asking me how i'm doing, idk i'm ignoring it

PENELOPE GARCIA and JENNIFER JAREAU 

CRIMINAL MINDS — 9.21 “WHAT HAPPENS IN MECKLINBURG”

          brows  furrow  in  concern  as  sabine  trails  off.  it's  easy  enough  for  them  to  finish  off  the  sentence  half  said,  and their  heart  aches  for  her.  being  a  junior  agent  isn't  easy;  it's  not  been  that  long  since  she  was  one  herself,  giving  reason  to  her  inflexibility  around  taking  breaks  and  stopping  burn  out.

          the  next  hit  is  harder  than  the  rest,  surprising  yejide  and  causing  her  to  let  go  of  the  bag  once  she's  sure  it's  steadied.     "     training  like  this  is  not  a  break.  one  day  off  isn't  gonna  put  you  behind,  sab.     "     she  moves  between  sabine  and  the  bag,  arms  crossed  over  her  chest  in  mock  reprimand.  all  work  and  no  play  makes  agents  dull  people  —  and  it's  not  so  hard  to  find  evidence  of  this.  as  much  as  they  love  their  computers,  they  can  only  stare  at  them  for  so  long  before  the  code  starts  floating  off  the  screen,  and  their  time  in  interrogation  isn't  exactly  a  highlight.     "     how  'bout  we  call  it  a  night  here,  do  something  fun,  then  pick  this  back  up  in  the  morning.  i'll  be  here  to  help  'n  everything.  scout's  honor.  you  can  even  choose  if  we  stay  in  headquarters  or  venture  outside.     "     dark  brown  eyes  sparkle  with  mischief,  their  permanent  smile  wide  in  anticipation  of  a  yes.

               "     relief  skims  over  her  features  and  soaks  her  insides  at  the  recognizable  voice  that  reaches  from  the  shadows  ,  a  soft  ,  almost  unnoticeable  smile  pulling  at  the  corner  of  her  lips   —   she  knows  she’s  safe  here  ,  however  ,  mistrust  is  so  ingrained  within  she  can’t  help  but  wear  her  apprehension  on  her  sleeve .                 as  strong  ,  nimble  hands  still  the  sack  ,  sabine  resumes  her  previous  attack  position  ,  and  for  a  moment  ,  a  nod  is  the  only  answer  in  her  fog  of  concentration .     "  yeah  ,  i  usually  …  you  know  ,  train  with  someone  ,  but  haven’t  had  the  time  and  started  feeling  numb  lately  ,  so  …  "     she  leaves  the  sentence  in  the  air  as  if  yejide  would  know  exactly  what  she  was  going  to  say  (  and  maybe  ,  they  did  )  .  but  then  ,  after  the  first  few  collisions  of  fists  against  leather  ,  yejide’s  true  nature  comes  out  .  sabine  has  to  contain  a  snort  because  it  is  always  like  this .     "  don’t  ,  "     the  warning  is  swift  ,  firm  ,  marked  by  a  new  punch  that  moves  the  bag  enough  for  the  chains  holding  it  up  to  rattle  .  she  stops  to  shoot  the  next  words  ,     "  this  is  my  break  ,  yeji  ,  don’t  you  even  think  about  it  .  ”     yet  it  was  her  the  one  already  thinking  about  it  ,  about  what  yejide  could  have  in  mind  ,  since  her  ideas  were  often  such  a  fascinating  place .

➥     status  :  open  +  ongoing  ...  ➥     location  :  mercy's  recreation  center

          not  a  full  ten seconds  pass  when  the  other  agent  walks  in  before  yejide  scrambles  to  her  feet  and  beelines  towards  them.     "     okay,  so,  hear me out.  i  know  everyone's  super  stressed  and  wants  to  make  sure  they're  getting  stuff  done  and  everything,  and  that's  cool  and  important  but  i  feel  like  people  are  driving  themselves  into  the  ground.     "     she  speaks  a  mile  a  minute,  her  pre-prepared  spiel  thrown  out  the  window  the  moment  she  had  someone  to  deliver  it  to.     "     i'm  proposing  an organization-wide  game  night.     "     a  finger  is  held  up  to  silence  them  before  they  have  a  chance  to  respond  and  she  looks  over  her  shoulder  at  the video  and  board  games  she  set  up  and  brushed  the  collected  dust  off.     "     i  think  it  has  a  chance  to  be  successful,  i  just  need  support.     "

          "     your  confidence  is     ...     "     he  fights  for  a  way  to  phrase  this  into  a  compliment  —  or  at  least  something  that  isn't  outright  discouraging.  by  no  means  does  he  believe  any  division  is  better  or  worse  than  another     (     it's  biomedical  at  the  lead  without  question,  but  who's  keeping  count  ?     )     so  he  settles  on,     "     ...     admirable.  it  is  important  to  remember  that  the  organization  would  be  defunct  without  the  continued  collaboration  of  all  departments  and  agents  from  all  avenues  of  life.  that  includes those  field  agents  you  are  putting  down.     "

starter : julia ft. open @ unspecified location w/in mercy hq

" i'm just saying, " julia says, with all the confidence of someone who is about to expose everyone in the vicinity to the worst take of all time, " there's nothing a field agent can do that an intel agent can't do better. " says the intel agent with absolutely no in-person subterfuge skills — they can only lie when there's a computer screen between them and whoever they're talking to.

          she  didn't  mean  to  be  caught  watching  —  not  that  she'd  constitute  what  she  was  doing  as  such.  it's  simply  that  she  prefers  working  out  at  this  hour  on  this  specific  day  because  months  of  research  and  data  gathering  had  proved  that  this  was  the  ideal  time  to  get  the  place  for  herself.  

          "     a  favor  ?     "     in  a  heartbeat.  she  doesn't  expect  anything  in  return,  doesn't  even  want  reciprocation  later  down  the  line.  anything  for  anyone  without  question.     "     absolutely.     "     yejide  steps  behind the bag in question  and  steadies  it  for  sabine.     "     training  is  always  easier  with  someone  else,  y'know.  even  if  it's  for  support like  this  or  the  moral  kind.     "     advice  and  commentary  offered  without  anyone  asking  for  it  in  the  first  place.  foot,  meet  mouth.  she  wasn't  nowhere  close  to  be  in  a  position  to  dole  out  suggestions,  but  she's  always  had  trouble  keeping  her  thoughts  to  herself.     "     hey,  just  wondering.  when's  the  last  time  you  took  a  break  ?     "

               *     OPEN  STARTER         »         mercy’s  fitness  center .

               "     the  sun  had  set  long  ago  the  moment  sabine  manages  to  fall  ,  finally  ,  easily  into  her  routine  .  she  didn’t  like  to  train  alone  ,  but  the  busy  schedule  of  these  last  few  weeks  ,  overwhelming  even  for  her  ,  had  made  it  rather  difficult  to  have  it  any  other  way  .  punching  the  bag  right  in  front  of  her  ,  a  growl  of  annoyance  falls  from  pouty  lips  at  the  erratic  movement  of  the  sack  ,  hence  the  faint  steps  behind  her  shone  like  a  beacon  in  her  struggle .  she  steps  closer  ,  only  a  few  inches  ,  smoothly  ,  and  narrows  her  eyes  in  a  futile  attempt  to  identify  the  silhouette  in  the  dim  light .     "  hey  ,  can  i  ask  you  a  favor ? "     favors  weren’t  a  thing  she  asked  for  ,  not  serious  ones  ,  but  this  was  so  frivolous  she  didn’t  even  stop  to  think  the  way  she  phrased  her  words .      "  could  you  ,  uhm  …  hold  the  bag  for  a  few  minutes  ,  i  need  to  try  something  and  it  keeps  …  fucking  moving .  "     despite  her  efforts  to  sound  collected  ,  the  frustration  was  palpable  in  her  voice  ,  and  a  huff  emanated  from  her   —   tired  ,  irritated  ,  aggravation  gnawing  at  her  insides  like  a  starving  dog  .

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟷  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  **********

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟸  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙳? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  * **** ***** *** ***** *******

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟹  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄?  𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  ********** ** ***** **** *** ******

               𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚅𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂

𝟶𝟶𝟷.   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂   ...

⋯⋯⋯   GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:   maxime d'aureville. NICKNAME(S):   max. ALIAS:  agent vitalis. AGE:   forty2. DATE OF BIRTH:   november 23. PLACE OF BIRTH:   a small little town in northern france. CURRENT LOCATION:   apex city, washington. GENDER:   trans man. PRONOUNS:   he/him. ORIENTATION:   who the fuck knows really. ROLE:   head of biomedical,  seventeen years with mercy. EDUCATION LEVEL:   doctor of medcine and phd (in pharmaceutical sciences, specifically regarding solaris) 

⋯⋯⋯   PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:   5'9. TATTOOS:   none. PIERCINGS:   none. SCARS: top surgery. STYLE:   medical professional core.  max and his patagonia jacket against the world.  turtlenecks,  cableknit sweaters,  slacks,  long jackets.  still wears his wedding ring on a chain around his neck out of habit.  DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:   greyed early.

⋯⋯⋯   HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   none. SLEEPING HABITS:   recently,  due to situations,  max has trouble sleeping through the night and will often forgo sleep all together.  he sleeps at his office,  not at home or in the on campus dorms.  EATING HABITS:   whenever he remembers.  is a good cook though. SOCIABILITY:   2/10.  will not speak to people if he doesn't absolutely have to. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS:   sometimes,  enjoys wine   /   quit the habit when he started medical school,  picked it up again since separating from his husband   /   solaris. RADIANT STATUS:  pain manipulation. OTHER:   unexplained and undisclosed hand tremor and slight memory loss, chronic pain (pre-existing before solaris).

⋯⋯⋯   PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:   beware the quiet ones, byronic hero, cannot spit it out, child prodigy, full-name basis, the leader, perpetual frowner, properly paranoid, thousand-yard stare, feel no pain, mad scientist, self-made orphan. INSPIRATIONS:   caleb widogast (cr2),  victor vale (villains),  lee seolhwa (orv). TRAITS:   pragmatic,  analytical,  logical,  perceptive,  realistic,  evasive,  cautious,  paranoid,  contemplative,  grim,  forgetful (recent),  ambitious (previously), skittish (somewhat recent). LIKES:   rain,  white noise,  helping newer agents. DISLIKES:   talking about himself,  cold weather,  people standing in the kitchen when he was there first. WEAKNESSES:   strength-based combat,  de-escalation,  anything that involves talking to others for an extended period of time,  persuasion,  performance. STRENGTHS:   medicine,  dexterity-based combat,  planning,  readjusting upon complications,  perception,  endurance. FEARS:   fire,  abandonment. HABITS:   cracking knuckles,  keeping hands in pockets or otherwise hidden (recent),  fiddling with lighter,  clicking pen, calling people by either their agent name or full first name / doesn't often use nicknames. HOBBIES:   journaling,  caring after stray cats,  reading medical journals.

⋯⋯⋯   FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER:   anna d'aureville,  deceased. FATHER:   charles d'aureville,  deceased. SIGNIFICANT OTHER:   just divorced....  BEST FRIEND:   tba.  EXES:   ex-spouse (name tba).  SIBLING(S):   none.  CHILDREN:   none.  PET(S):   none, but he feeds the stray cats that linger around the hq and his home.

𝟶𝟶𝟸.   𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂   … 

born and raised in a little town in france by a couple who were both teachers. very normal life, very normal things. max always held an interest in the human body, medicine, pharmaceuticals, etc and did what he could to learn more. the d'aurevilles were literally the perfect family... kind loving caring etc etc.

[ parental death tw, fire tw ] when he was a teenager, he left a space heater on when he went out with some friends. unfortunately the wiring / circuitry in the house was old and not up to code and the whole thing ended up burning down overnight with his parents still inside. unfortunately they didn't make it.

maxime moved across the world to live with his dad's younger brother, wife, and their three kids in washington, usa. became incredibly reserved and closed off during this time for obvious reasons. through himself into his studies further.

ended up graduating top of his class in highschool, worked as an EMT during college (during which he was forced to confront literal fires quite a few times and never really was able to deal with that considering the guilt he's been carrying, but he trudges on!), and went to a very well ranked medical school for an md/phd program. particularly he was interested in solaris and the true effects of it on the human body. eventually this + the past he ran away from + his time as an emt + some other stuff i can't think of right now caught the eyes of mercy, and he joined as a junior agent while he completed his medical degree & residency.

after being placed in the biomedical division, he felt that it would be unfair of him to be administrating solaris without having taken it himself. there was no way he could anticipate what would happen, and while at times he regrets the whole thing, he understands that what he did benefits everyone around him as he is able to help relax patients and relieve their pain when needed.

met his husband, an agent in another division, when he was around 35. they hit it off pretty instantly and got married a little over a year later (read: they went to the courthouse and signed papers and called it a day. no one has time to fuck around with all that when theyre mercy agents). they were married for five and a half years, and have been divorced for some months now. while they both claim it was a mutual decision, it probably wasn't, but max isn't gonna say shit about it.

part of the reason max brought up separation was that he noticed some strange memory loss effects & a hand tremor for himself which was... disconcerting. he's the head of the department for fuck's sake, he has to keep it together. overall, pretty selfish of a decision, but it wasn't made overnight. he weighed the pros/cons and made a list (it took up approximately a quarter of a new journal) and came to the conclusion that it is more valuable for him to figure out why this is happening while balancing his duties as head than it is for him to worry about his husband whenever there's a mission. stupidest doctor you will ever have the displeasure of meeting.

skittish, evades questions like its an olympic sport. can get a little emotional pretty easily which is Not fun for anyone within his vicinity (see below). cares for cats more than he cares for himself. having a terrible fucking time always and it's obvious. practically lives in his office. does not want to be head of the department but alas, he still has the ambition he had when he was younger and is somehow determined to not let teenage maxime down.

𝟶𝟶𝟹.    𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂   ...

max can freely manipulate prexisting pain by increasing or decreasing how much pain he, or someone else, is feeling.  through practice, he has learned how to induce pain from nothing, but it's much more difficult, energy draining, and often overwhelms him with pain as well.  it is much more effective to amplify preexisting pain. no physical contact is required, as long as he has eyesight with the person / people he is effecting.  can transfer his own existing pain to others, but it's an unstable process.  is able to create a subconcious aversion to his presence, if he really wants to, by inducing very subtle amounts of pain within people around him. 

unable to control this while asleep or uncious, and nightmares or other such strong dreams can cause him to unintentionally induce a level of pain within anyone in his vicinity.  

can't permanently remove pain, but he can temporarily alleviate pain that a person is feeling.  often, he has to take that pain on himself.

hair went grey shortly after taking solaris because of the stress of the pain he was feeling as he wasn't able to properly control or understand his ability.

max attributes his hand tremor and moments of memory loss to his solaris intake / radiant status,  though he's told no one else about this and intends to keep it this way.

𝟶𝟶𝟺.   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂   ...

updated soon... prommy

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟷  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝚃? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟸  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  ****

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟹  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁? 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁  ...  ************** **** ******** ***** **********

               𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙱𝚈𝚃𝙴

𝟶𝟶𝟷.   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂   ...

⋯⋯⋯   GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:   yejide muyiwa. NICKNAME(S):   none. ALIAS:  agent byte. AGE:   twenty8. DATE OF BIRTH:   august 18. PLACE OF BIRTH:   seattle, washington. CURRENT LOCATION:   apex city, washington. GENDER:   agender. PRONOUNS:   she/he/they, no preference. ORIENTATION:   bisexual. ROLE:   intelligence agent,  five years. EDUCATION LEVEL:   college drop out (mit).

⋯⋯⋯   PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:   5'6. TATTOOS:   none. PIERCINGS:   one in each ear. CLOTHING STYLE:   1) comfortable. 2) colorful & fun. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:   biiiiiig smile.

⋯⋯⋯   HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   peanuts. SLEEPING HABITS:   poor. non-existent sleep schedule, but sleeps a lot? day naps... so many naps...  EATING HABITS:   enjoys sweets a lot. SOCIABILITY:   10/10.  highly sociable.  the extrovert friend. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS:   no / no / no. RADIANT STATUS:  none.

⋯⋯⋯   PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:   awesome by analysis,  beware the nice ones,  bunny ears lawyer,  doesn't like weapons,  cause = consequence,  the heart,  magical computer,  mission control,  the nicknamer,  recruiting the criminal,  the reliable one,  the smart gal,  voice with an internet connection,  perpetual smiler,  silly rabbit cynicism is for losers,  you are not alone,  bad liar,  the cutie,  beware the silly ones,  did not think this through. INSPIRATIONS:   jester lavorre (cr2), jessica day (new girl), phil dunphy (modern family), penelope garcia (cm). POSITIVE TRAITS:   ambitious,  enthusiastic,  creative,  expressive,  mischievous,  intelligent,  resourceful,  excitable,  active listener,  compassionate,  perky. NEGATIVE TRAITS:   clumsy,  credulous,  unrealistic,  troublesome,  unorganized,  overimaginative,  impatient,  easily discouraged. LIKES:   all music,  winter,  birds. DISLIKES:   alcoholic drinks,  tight schedules,  summer. FEARS:   disappointing people that depend on her,  failure. HABITS:   bouncing on toes, nervous laughter, bouncing leg, filler words. HOBBIES:   watching tv / movies, reading, strategy games, d&d.

⋯⋯⋯   FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER:   unknown. FATHER:   unknown. SIGNIFICANT OTHER:   none.  BEST FRIEND:   tba.  EXES:   none serious.  SIBLING(S):   none biological.  CHILDREN:   none.  PET(S):   parrot named sir talks a lot (lottie for short).

𝟶𝟶𝟸.   𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂   … 

shortly after birth, yejide was left in a baby car seat at seattle's fire station 19, accompanied by a letter written on composition paper stating her name and how sorry her birth parents are for leaving her like this, but they simply do not have the means to raise her right now. until proper care can be given, yejide is taken care of by firefighters that dote upon her every second of the day.

she is shortly placed into the foster care system, and though she is nearly adopted several times over the first few years of her life, something always happens that stops the process right in its tracks.

long story short, she is never adopted, simply bounced around from foster house to foster house getting her hopes up only to be miserably crushed. yejide came out of the system with lifelong friends made with her foster siblings.

[ car accident tw ] she was accepted with a full scholarship to MIT, attributed to her incredible capabilities on a computer. she kept in close contact with all of her foster siblings and even attended MIT with one that was a couple years older. unfortunately, they died in a car accident. filled with grief over losing someone she considered family, she dropped out of MIT and bounced around the country, couch surfing.

she continued to teach herself coding and advanced computer engineering in an attempt to keep herself together and occupied. eventually, this formed into becoming a vigilante hacker, attacking businesses and people she thought were engaged in criminal activities or other such activities that went against her own moral compass. curious about mercy, she did hack into mercy's systems and was caught shortly after. yejide was given the option between working for them or serving jail time, and she decided to accept the job.

she has been at mercy for five years now, and does stay in the on base accommodations as she feels that's what's best for her and it gives her a way to interact with everyone in one way or another. absolutely the person you want on your side during any problem, whether that be personal or professional. undying support and loyalty for anyone that shows her a smidge of kindness. surprisingly great at interrogation if only because of her unnerving ability to talk her way into or out of anything, alongside her undeterred charisma, but she honestly hates the interrogation part of her job the most and is likely to trade any interrogation assignments with a coworker for a favor.

𝟶𝟶𝟹.   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂   ...

updated soon... prommy

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