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❝ louis kane. 28. divison z agent, code name sone of scorpio classification.

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#watersquad: task force two

@fleurhq

he stood with his hands at his sides, fingers spread to keep balance as the world around him shifts. within seconds, the surrounding environment changed and shaped itself into something else entirely - a revolution, a renewal. he could feel the ground altering under his feet, and he closed his eyes for but a moment; and when reopened, the landscape around him was different, unfamiliar. the only thing that remained the same as it had before was the redhead standing by his right, a little ways behind. before him, a thirty storey skyscraper loomed, looking ominous against the flared backdrop of sunlight. louis could hear a commotion from within, even as he stood by the entrance steps outside - he drops to a crouch behind a decorative pillar, motioning for fleur to do the same as he peeked around the corner of it to look inside the building. “thoughts, princess?” he called, voice kept low.

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( fleur — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#heroesevent001

LOUIS KANE DEVELOPMENT — a rundown told in video.

#( louis — sᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ )#idk i was bored #so i whipped something super quick up #if anyone wants videos for our characters lmk??#they'd be short but i'm in an editing mood so

missblakevincent

“If I wanted cheap entertainment,” she smirked,” I’d listen to Fleur’s god awful accent.”

“right. hilarious.” louis retorted. “if that’s the case, what exactly is the purpose of these otherwise senseless vocal impression requests?”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( blake — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

“well, realistic moose sounds could be the difference between life and death one day.. what do we know, right?”

“if, somehow, that turns out to be the case, i’ll stand corrected and appropriately humbled - but up until then, i think i’m going to keep rejecting the requests.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( gisele — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

“you’d be a good stand-up comic, if you lightened up a little.” fleur teased, an eyebrow raised at the tone of his voice. “okay, okay, fair enough! at least i got one.”

“ah. i’ll definitely take your advice on that, because the respectful career of a stand-up comic has always been a secret dream of mine,” louis muttered with a roll of his eyes. he had no intention of lightening up for the sake of it. “and you’re looking awfully smug about it. i regret it already.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( fleur — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

“i obviously don’t want to pressure you into doing something you’re not comfortable with, but i just wanted to plant the idea of doing something nice to me for a change.” miles lifted both of his eyebrows in an amused grin at his chuckle, which meant miles had succeeded in his efforts to make louis laugh. “that’s all i ask. it’s your responsibility as a sound manipulator to shield my sensitive ears. if you could also just silence casey for good, that would be perfect. you’d do everyone another favor. think of how drastically you can change this place for the better, louis.”

“out of context, that sentence sounds absolutely awful, you realise?” louis remarked, arching a brow as he tried to pass off his huffed, amused chuckle as a cough. didn’t need miles getting smug about his perceived wit. “oh, of course. i’m your protector, now? sounds tiresome,” he drolled, masking his smile with a roll of his eyes, “if only it worked that way. rooming with casey has given me plenty a desire to mute her - and while it’s a triumph to temporarily silence my immediate airspace and not have any sound reach me, i’ve yet to find a more permanent solution.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( miles — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

“‘Course! I’m a very gracious loser,” Murphy answers with a grin, “But your ‘no’s are usually just ‘let me sate my ego a bit, first’s in disguise, so I do a little prodding to make sure I don’t miss out on an opportunity.” He laughs, tone playful as he reuses the nickname, “Anyone ever tell you that you sometimes speak like you’re reciting from a textbook, Lou?”

“why do i have a hard time believing that?” he mumbled under his breath - it felt like he was in a perpetual state of sighing whenever murphy was around. “you’re not ‘missing out’ on anything. i’m not your one man stage show today, or any other day, for that matter.” louis annoyedly clicked his tongue, “and you sound like a bad game show host. what a pair we make.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( murphy — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

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“ sounds fake. i’m the best company, we both know this. “

“is this the part where i pretend i’m convinced?”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( dante — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

“Come on, please, Lou?” Murphy begs, lopsided grin a clear sign that he knows he’s being annoying. “Do Gandalf again — I’ll buy you a drink afterward, promise.”

“don’t you ever take no for an answer, murphy? also, don’t call me that.” louis retorts, sneering. “and i’m perfectly capable of acquiring my own drink, so i fail to see why i’d consider such redundant compensation.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( murphy — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

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“It’s an incredible impression though. But I get it. I can relate. People think my powers make me the CIA IT department, you have no idea how sick I am of fixing peoples’ laptops and phones.”

at her comment, louis’ lips quirk upward. “i can certainly relate. doesn’t matter that it’s as easy as a click of the tongue - it can be so tedious trying to perform all these repetitive, mundane requests every other day.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( mabel — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

an almost comical expression of glee spread across fleur’s face at the roar, and her eyes sparkled with awe. “i’m sure that could scare a fair few jurassic park fans.” she said with a laugh. “of course it’s fun! i bet you could do obama, easy.”

despite his mild amusement at her reaction, and the upward quirk of his lips at her words, louis sighs - more endeared than exasperated - at the mention of an obama impression. “i could do everything, to be fair.” he says, with an arrogant lilt, “also, nice try, but you’re only getting one today.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( fleur — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

neverweightless

“maybe i’m not capable. it’s been too long since my last mission. i’m waning and i just wanna hear a ian mckellan impersonation, damn it.”

“well, you’ll be waiting an awfully long time, because it’s not happening, guzman. go put on one of the old x-men movies in the rec room or something. two for one: mckellan, and a couple hours of pretending you’re on a mission - if your imagination is healthy enough.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( emilia — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

“i just lost all the respect that i previously i held for you. you should feel honoured that godhas given you this gift, and to see you neglect this gift is perpetually heartbreaking.”

“honoured? hardly. why on earth is it that, of all the wide variety of abilities that come with audiokinesis, the only one people seem to care about is the voices? realistic moose sounds have been in much higher demand than i would ever expect them to be.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( gisele — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

“moral obligation and your duty, really.” the small hint of a smile continued to grace his lips. he wasn’t expressionless, but he often didn’t bother to let any sign of amusement show on his features. “excuses, louis.” he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. he didn’t want to dwell on it any longer. if anyone, miles knew what louis was capable of. “alright, remember to give me a heads up if you ever use that when i’m nearby. you’d render me deaf if i’m not careful.”

“my duty, is it? so responsibility and conscience will force me to comply?” louis asked with a roll of his eyes, though his stifled, minuscule smile still remained. “perhaps this is about the right time for me to develop a rebellious streak.” at miles’ words, louis chuckled, low but clear as he stated with fake solemnity, “i’ll try to keep that in mind, but i make absolutely no promises.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( miles — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

missblakevincent

“ I never truly cared for the telly, so I wouldn’t know what meets those standards.”

louis sighed at her, eyes narrowed. “being regarded as cheap entertainment about fits the description.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( blake — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

neverweightless

dark eyes roll upward, feigning exasperation. “what do you suggest i do, then? entertain myself?”

“if you’re capable, yes. i’ve got enough on my plate already without having to babysit.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( emilia — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

“how about the t-rex from jurassic park?” fleur asked, pretty much just to annoy him, a cheeky smile spreading across her face.

he knew she was doing it to bug him, and he scoffed; yet, when the sound left his lips and started to fade, louis lifted his hand, focusing his energy to expand the volume, drop the pitch - among other things - morphing the soft breath into a ferocious, prehistoric roar that was loud and yet contained to stay within their immediate space. “it’s a little more fun, that much i’ll admit.”

#( c: — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )#( fleur — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ )

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