cherry bomb

rookie move, mav, rookie move agent J J | 22| rookie

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jj didn’t want to admit it, but she was scared. boglodites were some of the worst creatures imaginable. she didn’t fear many aliens, but they were definitely in her top five. she’d never met one, thankfully, and she was glad that, as a species, they were nearly at an end. what she couldn’t understand, was how blase everyone seemed to be. agent i was one of the top agents with one of the best partners, but he’d gotten captured. which meant none of them were safe. which didn’t mean she wasn’t about to go chasing after these deadly, deadly aliens armed only with her wit and a noisy cricket. she looked to the agent besides her. “w...we’re gonna get him back, right? no agents left behind? or... do we not negotiate with terrorists?”

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mibagentk:

“Did it?” He asked. “I don’t think you’re reply is valid.” He teased her. “See this is what people needed to understand. If you want to ‘teach’ them the ‘right’ way you need to first change yourself. They’ll never listen to you if they see you as an outsider.”  That’s a key aspect of what made K important. He could adapt himself into any race.

jj regarded him shrewdly. it sounded like a whole lot of new age-y nonsense, but he was the senior agent here. she didn’t even know acamarians existed six months ago. “okay but... i can’t turn myself into an alien. i can try to step into their shoes, but the end game is the same. they can’t be all gung-ho ‘us against them, honor and blood’ anymore.” she pursed her lips. “you should take lead on this. i clearly don’t get it.”

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agentcee:

Case closed, Agent C found a moment of peace as the sun lowered over the glittering city in the distance. She took a seat, gazing towards the horizon. As another agent neared, she glanced up briefly. “Looks peaceful, doesn’t it?”

jj took the seat next to her, pulled her knees to her chest, then sighed. “anything looks peaceful after the week i had. i know conflict resolution isn’t exactly easy, but holy crap is it hard to teach that to acamarians. i’m so glad it’s finally done with. for now, anyway.” she sighed again. 

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rogerforecho:

“Yeah I did.” He replied as he open the second box of donuts. “You’d really think I forget your favorite kiddo?” E looked at the donuts with hungry eyes. One more couldn’t hurt. He’d just had to do an extra on the treadmill. He pilled up another and took a bite. “Living the dream. What’s up with you?”

jj squeaked with glee at the sight of the second box, then quickly dropped the one she’d been holding. “that’s why you’re my favorite.” she grabbed a picked up a boston creme from the second box. “y’know, doing all the work for yet another case. so, more of a... hashtag-stress-dream?”

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mibagentk:

“Yeah but it burned in one.” He replied. “Always remember everything can be undo with a snap of your fingers.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “I disagree, I think the most information is what they think now.”

pettily, she replied “yeah, well, they rebuilt it so there.” it wasn’t a very good argument. “how? they don’t know much about humans yet, or even about the planet. we’re the ones supposed to be teaching them, but i can’t do that if i don’t know how they prefer to be taught. or, uh, something.”

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itsagentr:

Happy to share the misery, R snickered. “Something to do with kale. As I understand it, a salad in smoothie form. The cashier was pretty, I got swindled.”

“feel like that happens to you a lot.” jj crossed her arms, haughtily. “kale smoothies should be illegal. i don’t mind it in, like, salads or lunch or whatever, but some things just shouldn’t be blended.”

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itsagentr:

R attempted to look offended. “Harsh. I wouldn’t do anything so underhanded.” A pause. “To you, anyway – you’re an alright human being. You just happen to be closer than the nearest bin, easier way to get rid of this.” He leaned on the railing, peering at a trash can on the lower level. “Unless I can manage to drop it into that one. What do you think?”

“well,” she said, raising a hand to stall, “let me at least try it first.” jj took the cup from him and had a sip. “yuck! what is this? geez, i didn’t think jamba juice could make something this nasty.” she passed it back to him in a hurry.

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rogerforecho:

E strolled through the front with a large smile on his face. It had been a good day for him. “I got donuts!” He loudly exclaimed in the office. The large male walked into the employee lounge placing them on the table. He turned his attention to the first person to walk through. “Hey.” He smiled.

jj grinned, looking up from the game on her phone. “yay! did you get any creams?” she opened the box looking hopeful. “aw,” she sighed, picking a chocolate glazed doughnut with a look of mild disappointment. “thanks, e. what’s up?”

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agendelta:

D was caught off guard by JJ’s seriousness. He didn’t realize she didn’t like being called a kid, and told her so. “Doesn’t like being called kid. Noted.” He said, and then smiled. “I wasn’t saying that ‘cause you’re a rookie. I was saying that because I’m taking you under my wing. I’m like, your mentor or something.” He joked, letting out a laugh. 

He walked casually to his desk, scribbling a time and place on a sticky note. He then returned to JJ and gave it to her. “Gotta run.” He said, trusting she would know what to do with the information. Without hesitation he walked away, soon disappearing from sight. 

“still, though,” she insisted, “you can’t go calling someone as short as i am “kid.” just doesn’t feel good.” jj was all about getting to top in everything, especially her job. it was frustrating being the only young agent. she was desperate to prove herself. “you can pick another nickname, as long as it isn’t diminutive.”

with his note in hand, she clenched her jaw in determination. jj wanted to impress them, especially since they were the closest thing she had to friends within the agency. watching him go, she knew she couldn’t afford to disappoint him or w. 

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mibagentk:

Better nicer to the poor kid. He told himself but he was torn. He didn’t want to make her weak by babying her. His first partner fed him to the wolves. It was more literal, their first mission a parasite had taken over a pack of wolves and made them high aggressive. “See you took it the head on approach. If you would have let me work my magic we would have been done ages ago.” 

she scoffed. “that’s because magic isn’t real, duh. this isn’t a case for charm and whatever it is you do. we have to be methodical in our approach. rome wasn’t built in a day.” at least that’s what all the articles on conflict resolution she’d read, said. none of them covered the clan-based form of disputes, but there had to be something she could learn from them. “what would really help are some historical records of the acamarians.”

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itsagentr:

“Please. Have at least four times the experience you do.” He glanced sideways. “But, suppose any multiple of zero is still zero. Fair enough.” He held the cup towards her. “Tastes like sewage but is probably better for you. Probably. Here, because I care about your well-being, it’s yours, absolutely free of charge, no need to thank me.”

“almost exactly, but who’s counting?” she was, but only because she loved math, numbers, and being better than others. “what’d you do to it?” jj asked, suspiciously, even though he’d just drank some himself.

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agendelta:

D simply laughed at the girl’s antics. “Q couldn’t care less.” He smirked back at JJ. “Like I said, I’m her fave.” D spoke in a similar fashion to JJ’s usual slang, but it felt strange coming out of his mouth. “Tell ya what kid. You want some real miles under your belt? Get me some info on Kips and I’ll let you tag along.” 

she opened her mouth, fully intending to come up with some cutting remark about him trying to be youthful and hip, but stopped herself. “stop calling me “kid,” and i’ll take you up on that offer.” nicknames seemed to be pretty popular around here, but she too much going against her to let “kid” slide. if she were some gun-slinging cowgirl or an actual child it might work, but she was a full fledged agent, and couldn’t let it stand.

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itsagentr:

Taking a swig of a smoothie that was a disconcerting shade of green, R made a face. “I take greater issue with the beverage selection. How am I supposed to enjoy anything that won’t slowly destroy my liver?” He patted her shoulder, cheerfully condescending. “Good on you, though, rookie. Initiative and whatnot. Be the change.”

she swatted at him. “excuse you, who are you calling “rookie,” rookie? you haven’t been here much longer than i have. check the ‘tude, dude.” you had to have been here at least four years before calling her a rookie. she wasn’t about to take that from a sophomore, even if she was a freshman. “how’s your smoothie? you know you can get pop, too. it’ll destroy your pancreas.”

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agendelta:

“Q likes me.” He started, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but I’m her favorite.” He looked up towards the ceiling while he pondered her question. “I– I actually don’t know how tall they are.”

she leveled a shrewd gaze at him. “shouldn’t you know that mister-senior-agent? huh? shouldn’t you? maybe we should swap cases. maybe playing mediator is more your speed.” she nudged him with her elbow, hoping her little jab would get that dumb smirk off his face.

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“y’know what’s funny,” jj began, gazing around the main level. “there’s no sunglasses hut here. like, we have a burger king and a jamba juice, but no sunglasses. i know we get ours all special and custom or whatever, but i’d say there’s a serious demand not being supplied.” she played with her own sunglasses, the woefully unfashionable pair she still managed to look good in. “it’d be another place we could employ aliens, too, what do you think?”

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mibagentk:

K glared at her. “You ever been smacked with keyboard?” He asked. Even though he sounded serious. He didn’t mean it. The agent wasn’t the kind to hurt his partner. “Yes I do, as hard as your pounding the keyboard.” 

“no, but i bet it’s almost as painful as sitting next to your stink,” she huffed, wrinkling her nose at him. “harder, actually. would’ve been easier if i wasn’t doing it by myself.” jj often wondered how long it took for partners to bond. she wanted what the other agents had, like i and a who seemed to be best friends. but, then again, one wasn’t over twenty years older than the other.

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mibagentk:

“Must you be so loud?” The scientist bitterly hissed out. His bloodshot eyes glared over the other. Even though it was before 1000 slight smell of booze still lingered on his breath. It had been a long night for Agnet K. The loud sounds weren’t making the pounding in his skull anymore better.

 jj lolled her head to look at him, her expression sour. she typed more aggressively on her keyboard. “must you be so hungover?” she replied, tartly. “i was working on this acamarians case. do you know how hard it is to teach them how to mediate? really hard.” well, he’d been an agent for nearly as long as she’d been alive so he probably did, but she was still annoyed.