HAMILTON AT THE GRAMMYS.
I AM NOT FUNCTIONAL TODAY. POSSIBLY NOT TOMORROW. I WILL RETURN WHEN I AM NOT AN EMOTIONAL MESS. XOXOX YOU’RE ALL BEAUTIFUL I LOVE YOU
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LIKE FOR A STARTER
I HAVE NO GIFS BUT I’VE GOT A LOT OF WORDS AND AMARA FEELS
I HAVE A LAPTOP. PLEASE COME LOVE ME.
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the question was simple - to him, at least. ❝ what will happen to them - with your agency? ❞
“Jail. Cells with nice people if they’re lucky, and windows. Beyond that, not much worse or better.”
[ she looks up at him, waits to catch his eye before speaking again. ]
“Still good?”
❛ yeah, if I’m allowed to add some input here, that wouldn’t be a bad idea. she’s not in the clear yet, and we need all the help we can get. if BPO is eliminating people who know too much, do you think my partner’s in danger? he doesn’t know much. he knows about the surveillance foot- age, and we tracked down the van used to take the body away, but he doesn’t know anything about the people i’m connected to.
he worries his lip with his thumb momentarily, thoughtful. a troubled sigh puffs across his lips and he shoots a glance over at her. this was promising, as far as he could tell. SHIELD had way more resources at their disposal than a beat cop did, even one with his father’s clearance. plus, their agent actually believed him.
❛ i wish we could do something for Maliki. it’s my fault he’s in that mess in the first place. fuck.
the guilt racked him, shook him inside out. there was no way he could have known he was playing into BPO’s hands, but this, apparently, is what he gets for following orders.
No, don’t tell me more about the case I know nothing about. Don’t give me advice about how best to keep my remaining assets safe. I just needed eye candy and a chauffeur.
“I doubt BPO has their fingers in your station, so your partner’s probably safe. Your girl is less so-- let me know when we’re at the church and I’ll make a call. We’ve got some agents who might be close by, or who can at least fly out and secure her.”
She’s got a quip sitting on her tongue as the silence drags out, but then he starts talking again and her heart squeezes under an emotion she hasn’t felt in a long time.
“If you’re gonna let that guilt play you like a fiddle, I’m kicking you out of the car, driver or no.” She looks over at him, eyes cold as she evaluates him for the umpteenth time today. “This is gonna get messy. You’re gonna be at fault for more than a few things by the time this is over. I need you focused or I need you out of my way. Choose.”
it was an alright picture, he guessed? frankly, he didn’t know anything about good photography. maybe it was time for a better profile picture, though.
❛ i still can’t believe you took a picture of me even though there’s a dead guy literally right there.
“Wha-- You look hot. And besides, I don’t see him complaining.”
he glanced over at the passenger’s seat, uneasy. Will knew he was in over his head with whatever this was–BPO, Whispers, now SHIELD. he and his cluster sure were becoming popular. it was, however, a relief that she wasn’t doubting any part of his story. SHIELD did seem to deal primarily in “WEIRD,” but after all the opposition he’d encountered from his dad and Diego, he’d take any belief he could get.
speaking of…
❛ shit. my partner’s been helping me out here and there. Diego Morales. otherwise, there are the others that i can… see, the ones I’m connected to. Jonas Maliki, too. Nomi Marks’ part- ner seems to know about what’s going on, too, at least to some extent.
if Diego was going to be in danger because of all this… no, he couldn’t consider that possibility now. not until he could get to the bottom of it all. he assumed SHIELD had enough influence to resolve something like this, but BPO concerned him. he didn’t know the full extent of their reach, or how much they could influence.
❛ other than that, i’m sorry. you know just as much as i do, if not more.
“Wh-- Morales?” She shouldn’t scoff when he brings his partner up. And she doesn’t... out loud. Morales seems like a fun time, but what she’s seen doesn’t exactly impress her with the notion that he knows what he’s doing. “All right. Well, let me... let me see. I saw the name Maliki up on a couple of charts last week, but if he’s in their custody, there’s not much we can do with him. Your other brain buddies are probably more accessible but know less.”
She bites her lower lip, feeling the dry skin bend under the pressure of her teeth. Her fingers twitch briefly and she looks back down at the signal jammer in her hands. “Okay. We go and check out the church, then.” A sigh, a beat, and then-- “I guess there’s not much there, not if you’ve already combed it, but my tools are a little more sophisticated than what you guys have. No offense. And if Nomi’s the one who had a brush with BPO, I should probably get some guys on her. If you can check on her at some point, see if she’s in any immediate danger, that’d help.”
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❝ — but I was just starting to have fun. ❞ he was slightly uncomfortable with the idea of going against his family — but this is what he had to do, to protect himself & most of all. ….. to protech FELIX ❝ - right, there’s a car down two blocks. but first, let me ask you something. ❞
Questions. Those are never simple.
‘Ask away. I don’t see our boy yet anyhow.’
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swearing GENERALLY meant bad things, but on the positive side, she didn’t appear to be disbelieving any of his claims. even though he’d just met her, he’d be hard pressed to peg her as someone who lost her cool when confronted with news like this, no matter how strange. SHIELD was, as far as he was aware, kind of SPECIALIZED in ‘weird,’ so if this could get under her skin, he’d sorely misjudged the agency and their agents.
he was willing to bet it was something else.
❛ i’m gonna be honest here, i’m not really sure what to make of that reaction. did you hear what you wanted to, or is this really bad news?
Will had no fucking clue who Simmons was, but chances were slim that was a reference meant for him to begin with. whatever she was reacting to, he wanted answers. at this point, it was starting to look like SHIELD was as good a bet as any.
❛ look, i just want to know what the hell is going on here. i’ve seen some weird shit, but i never expec- ted it to be anything like this. if you’re here to get to the bottom of it, i’m in, but i’ve gotta know whatever you know.
“What I wanted to hear was that there was nothing going on,” she snapped. The woman in the dream must have been Angelica-- there was no other alternative. So not only had she misjudged the situation, she was without any resources who had been involved on the ground in the first place. It wasn’t the first time she’d silently cursed SHIELD for their inability to keep information tied together. It was a necessity, sure, but it was hard to complete a mission when all of the things she needed to know were slipping through her fingers. “It’s like grabbing at smoke, this fucking mission.”
She took a second to breathe, willing herself to not direct her anger at the man next to her. He wasn’t the issue here. “I thought I was dealing with someone who was somehow giving people powers. SHIELD calls them ‘enhanced,’ people who are modified by man-made methods to have superhuman abilities. Somehow, someone was... But that’s not it. They’re gifted. You’re gifted. And not like-- different from what I’ve come across before. And it looks like BPO is hunting you down. But you, just you specifically, not the-- Why just you?”
She turned and gave him a strange look, ignoring the thoughts that were buzzing in the back of her head. “I need to know more. Do you have any other contacts, anyone else who knows about this?”
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☇ angel on your shoulder
He was relieved that it wasn’t something that required him to do acting. He wasn’t too happy that the alternative included harming the progress of another team. Sabotage. What kind of work was that? And it was apparently expected of him as a fully operating agent.
It left a strange taste in his mouth. Right now it would certainly be fun. He just hopes when it’s real he isn’t the one who has to delete files or cut through brakes.
He braves a smile for his partner who is obviously excited and takes the card from her, reading it through once more. He shouldn’t be too depressed about this. They will probably be evaluated.
She certainly endears herself to him when she complains about her name being pronounced wrong. If her name had been written down he probably would have pronounced it correctly. Which makes him wonder where the name is from. He wouldn’t want to assume anything - and thinking of Bollywood makes him feel racist enough that the queasy feeling intensified. What’s worse is that it’s probably right and she is from India and he only knows that because of too flowery and bright movies.
Thank god his thoughts are his own.
“My name is [ˈjaːkɔp ].” He says quietly, turned slightly towards her as if sharing a secret.
The first teams are already discussing in quick worlds and leaving, trailing papers of some sort of paperwork. He can see empty letterhead paper.
“Do you think whoever Team B is already left?” He looks over his shoulder towards the people hurrying off as if they had a harsh time limit. It’s a whole week. What could they possibly need to run for?
"My name is Amara,” she responds, stressing the first syllable instead of the second. “I’ve never heard anyone pronounce your name like that, though. You’re German?” Between the accent and his general demeanor, she’s pretty sure she’s right, but she’ll hardly say as much to his face. She may not have been taught much, but she’s learned manners over the years and figures that now might be a decent time to use them.
She follows his line of sight and sees the people who are leaving versus the people who are milling about. Those must be their teams. Those who left are likely in roles that don’t pertain to any of the teams specifically, or they’re idiots who are giving away their roles. “Nah, we can probably hunt them down,” she says quickly, glancing about. There are colors on the cards, just in the corner, so she glances around and finds someone else who’s holding onto a card with a blue dot on it.
“All right, let’s get to it.” She grins at Jacob-- grins more as she practices his name in her head-- and jerks her head as an indication for him to follow her. On the way, she drops her card back into the fishbowl. Time for the games to begin.
“Hey there! Are you on Team B? I just saw your card-- Oh, shoot, were we supposed to keep those? I didn’t realize... Well, I’m Amara and this is Jacob.” She lets his name roll off her tongue the way it did his-- though perhaps with a little more unbridled enthusiasm-- and waits for their show to begin. Hopefully, the stoic thing he has going on will help her sell her as the power deficit in their coupling. (She’s not sure if she’s hoping for that to be true.)
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Will felt his mouth go dry. if SHIELD knew this much, how much did BPO know? he got the sense that he could extend his trust toward SHIELD if they were investigating activity that BPO was a part of, but it still wasn’t exactly the easiest situation to explain. oh well. from what he’d heard, the agency was specialized in strange cases like this one. if anyone would believe him, hopefully it was one of their agents.
❛ right. i’ll tell you what i know, but it’s not much, and it’s… a little unbelievable, so bear with me. a little while ago, i had this really vivid dream of a woman killing herself in what looked like an abandoned building. i’d never been to that church in my life, but i came across it pretty soon after. there was no body and there was no blood, so i requisitioned surveillance footage from the night i saw her die.
he continued to explain the people he’d been seeing, the strange out-of-body experiences. it all sounded insane, he knew, but this was his last line of hope–an opportunity had dropped into his hands, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to take it. when he was finished, he fell silent, fully expecting ridicule and/or mentions of a psych eval.
...shit.
“Shit.”
And suddenly, it all fell into place. She’d met Barker before, had seen him muttering to himself over paperwork-- not an uncommon sight for a field agent suffering from cabin fever-- and she’d heard the rumors. How else could he so quickly and easily get intel out of sources that he reasonably shouldn’t have had access to? This was nothing like Centipede. These weren’t enhanced people, they were gifteds.
It made sense again that Barker’s slip up and brief hospital stay was so closely followed by his disappearance, and it shed some light on BPO’s reach. The hospital would only have had to ship over a bit of blood and BPO would have known. There was no reason for him to go missing-- if BPO was really just disposing of a loose end, they could have set it up as an accident or used the death to misdirect SHIELD. Instead, they took him, and probably to do the same thing to him that they did to Katerina Fowler.
“Shit.”
Her mind was racing. What if they’d pressed him for other information? What if he’d cracked under pressure? She didn’t know much about BPO, but she couldn’t imagine that any organization that wouldn’t be willing to know more about them.
“I need Simmons,” she muttered, no longer aware of which words were thoughts and which were speech. “This whole thing is fucked.”
❛ what’s wrong with my profile picture?
‘You make Christoper Walken look tan. Like an unloved jar of mayonnaise.’
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BECAUSE I’M SHIT WITH MY ACTIVITY………
…I’m gonna start putting myself on a schedule. With four active RP blogs and something resembling a life still struggling to take shape, I know I’ve been more than neglectful, so I’m hoping that this will straighten me out.
My four blogs are here at dandxkar, my SHIELD baby Amara at agentkota, the bane of Will Gorski’s existence mulderwannabespartner and the actual bane of Will Gorski’s existence (and a lot of other sensates, I’m assuming) sxsurrus.
My schedule from now on will be as follows:
Monday: sxsurrus and agentkota Tuesday: dandxkar and mulderwannabespartner Wednesday: agentkota and dandxkar Thursday: all four Friday: sxsurrus and mulderwannabespartner
I’ll be trying to give myself the weekends off, but if I roleplay on weekends, it’ll be a toss up between whichever muse I’m feeling the most or whichever one is convenient at any given time.
No matter what blog I’m on, feel free to hit me up! If you want to leave a message in my inbox, I’ll check for messages at each blog on the days I’ve listed. Since dandxkar is my main blog, it’s also the one I’m logged into on mobile, so sending me a message there is the quickest way to reach me through tumblr. If we’re better friends than that and you really want to torture me with headcanons or AUs, my skype and/or kik are available on request to people who have talked to me ooc at least a couple of times. (Through tags counts.)
Hopefully, this will get me off my ass and on a better reply rate. Thanks for sticking around lovelies, and happy RPing!
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