Agent O

i would rather have a mind open with wonder than have one closed by belief.

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hello hello fam!! i just wanted to let you know that my testing season is OFFICIALLY OVER!! so i will be back to annoy you all shortly. please like this if you want to plot and i’ll come to you in the a.m.!! 

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agendelta:

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but..” D hesitated for a moment, looking at his colleague. “Does your face always look like that?” His eyebrows tightened as he stared them down.

“—what? yes? why, have i got something on my face?” she brought up a sleeve to wipe her mouth, assuming she had some leftover food or god knows what on herself. 

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missjagent:

“IS THIS BOREDOM or are you buttering me up for something? come to think of it, i don’t care which it is. i’ve got nothing better to do at the moment.” her cases weren’t piling up and x was who only knew where. “i’d be careful though. the lipstick is either a knife or a ray.”

“what? no, no no, this is genuine excitement at the prospect of hanging out with you, testing out the new tech, having some girl time, you know?” she laughed at the warning and dutifully saluted. “understood. you know, i’ve always wanted to carry around some sort of weaponized lip stick. call it a childhood dream.”

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agentzee:

Z knew what he was dealing with in respect to both the suspect and the agent with him. Sure, he would’ve preferred someone a little more intimidating. Not necessarily physically, but someone who would actually make threats and go through with it. O was a good agent, but this wasn’t exactly her forte. Z had no choice though since Q told the both of them to interrogate the suspect, and since he knew O wouldn’t really be good in questioning, he proposed that she did her best and act… well, badass. 

Z gave a slight nod to O, a non-verbal way of him telling her she’s doing good, and turned back to the suspect. Defiantly, the Kavorian sat back in his seat and grunted. Z inched closer. “Are you sure? My colleague is very keen to get her hands dirty,” Z said in a low voice. The Kavorian avoided eye contact, but Z saw him steal a glance at O and tremble a bit.

Z smiled. “Your choice,” Z took a few steps back and turned to O. “Go ahead. Do your worst.” All the while, he looked at O as if to relay another non-verbal message: Put on a show.

oh my cotton socks. how was she supposed to do her worst? this wasn’t going too well, she could feel the impending failure in the pit of her stomach. but she hadn’t gotten to where she was by listening to that little voice in the back of her head. the little voice that said ‘you’re going to mess this up, and in a big way’. no, she shut that voice up, stuck to her guns, and pulled through. besides, she still felt like she had something to prove with the other agents. the agents who had been out in the field for years, who had been doing this job far before she’d gotten her own desk—she needed them to accept her. 

so, what would a badass do? well, she watched enough tv to know how the usual feminine boss was portrayed. cold, distant, extraordinarily calculated...and o was exactly none of those things. but so what? she could act. she could pretend at least. so she approached the table slowly, calmly, and then in a sudden burst of energy and movement she slammed her hand on the table. “we are not fucking around, mister!”

the sharp sound of her palm on the table did the trick, the kavorian jumped. but it was undercut by her words—mister. really? god, why’d she have to say that one. out of all the words. all of the words available to her! ugh. she sighed and rubbed her forehead and then turned quickly, facing the door behind them, speaking softly out of the corner of her mouth to z. “...did he buy it?”

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Secure Correspondence ~ V

Agent V: Look at you Nancy Drew

Agent V: Maybe a little

Agent V: I'm still proud though

Agent O: Nancy Drew was a national hero, i'll take that as a compliment!!

Agent O: Do you want to meet up? I'm in research right now but I could come up and swing by the jamba! Nothing a little juice can't fix, am I right?

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missjagent:

“the BOYS AT THE LAB came up with new toys for w o m e n. wanna help me test them out?”

“wait, really? because i would literally love to help you out. with anything! new toys, new cases, new hairstyles. which, by the way, yours is looking amazing today.”

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agentzee:

“I’m not going to waste your time,” Z said as he walked over to the interrogation table where the suspect sat. “And really, I want this to be over as much as you do. I’ve got better things to do, and so does my fellow agent over there,” he beckoned to the wall where the other agent stood. “There’s not gonna be a show of bad cop and good cop, but I can promise you that while I may deal with you verbally, my colleague over here will deal with you… physically.” He paused for effect, letting the remark sink in. “So, do we understand each other?” 

let the record show that while o often appeared utterly incompetent, she was not so useless as one might assume. she was a good linguist, she was a good communicator, and she was excellent at pretending to be better at something than she was. so she stood slightly behind agent z, arms crossed, face very uncharacteristically stony—well, no one could say she wasn’t trying. when the suspect remained silent, she leaned forward just a bit. “i may not look like much,” she started, in a dangerously smooth voice, a hint of honey with the serrated edge of a cutting knife, “but i promise you, you’re going to want to start talking.” 

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Secure Correspondence ~ V

Agent O: okay so I was doing some research and

Agent O: i think i've got a crack in the case!

Agent O: ...wow that sounded really lame, didn't it.

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Secure Correspondence ~ U

Agent O: oh U!

Agent O: see what I did there? anyway, i'm just here to let you know that you are appreciated and valued.

Agent O: ...and also that I need some help and i'm hoping you won't tell anyone...

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agentdubs:

://HALLOWEENSTARTER

Overwhelming noise coming from all directions. People consistently attempting small talk. Coworkers in skimpy or ridiculous outfits.These were not normal circumstances. Worms spiking the punch… okay that part was normal, but not the rest. So, Dubs rationalized her less than normal actions of hiding beneath the tablecloth of the punch table as being appropriate for the extenuating circumstances in which she found herself.

she couldn’t think of any reason why w would be under the punch table. but, as o often is aware, she didn’t know everything and the most she could do about any given situation was offer her help. so she crawled down on her knees, knocked on the table cloth (she had to make her own knocking sounds, because a table cloth is famously not solid). “w? are you alright? do you want some brownies? how about a drink?” she lifted up the table cloth. “jinkies!” she said with a laugh when she saw w’s costume. “i love it! i was obsessed with scooby doo...i kind of still am but it’s far less acceptable now that i’m a boring adult.”

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agentzee:

“Why the hell am I even here?” Z muttered as another costumed MIB staff walked past him, all the while the Worms dressed up as the Ghostbusters were manning the DJ booth. Z downed his whiskey in one go and began to look for a window of opportunity to slip out. He promised he’d do one drink, and since his glass was empty, it was time to leave.

“what. where are you going! we’re just getting started, you can’t leave yet!” unfortunately for z, o was quite persistent and very demanding, and she parked herself right in front of him, arms crossed over her chest. “it’s halloween, you know? won’t you stay for a little longer? you never want to miss the office parties, something always happens. you’ll be behind on drama! z! behind. on. drama!”

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agentgg:

Her costume was nothing special. Jeans, a striped jumper, black beanie hat, and a mask made out of an old pair of tights. Burglars were scary, right? Despite her  half-assed attempt to look the part, GG couldn’t feel more out of place. She would much rather be in down in tech, or at home, or anywhere but here. “Aren’t we all a little old to be celebrating Halloween?” she complained out loud. 

“nonsense!” o said loudly, almost too loudly, even for the current party setting. she couldn’t help it—it was a halloween party, which was her favorite type of party. not only were her old pals from research up from the lower levels, but everyone was together and mingling and it was the perfect opportunity to make some new friends. this life could be lonely and o was insistent on making it anything but. “you’re never too old for halloween! i see you’re a robber, right? very cool. i love it.” o herself was a fully decked corpse bride, from the ratty and old looking wedding dress to the blue and dead zombie-like skin. 

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agcntk:

“no, please sit down. make yourself comfortable. could i get you some tea with your pressing news? maybe a side of major inconvenience?” k murmured as she kept her gaze on her computer screen. it wasn’t really that big of lie; mines weren’t going to sweep themselves. 

o stopped in her place, mouth open and hand extended with a plate of homemade (and probably awful) sugar cookies. “—i’m sorry, are you very busy? i thought it was a bit of an off hour so i figured now would be as good a time as any to introduce myself.” she put the plate on the desk and offered agent k her hand. “agent o, at your service. it’s a pleasure to meet you. and might i say, you are looking radiant in your suit this evening.”

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mrpheus:

MBTI AESTHETIC: ESFJ (15/16)

Sensitive to the needs of others and dedicated to their responsibilities, ESFJs are conscientious helpers who are highly attuned to their emotional environment. They seek social approval and harmony. As traditionalists, ESFJs stick to a strict moral code and expect the same from others. They enjoy creating order and structure out of the chaos that is life. ESFJs are quite generous and receive satisfaction from the happiness of others. Simply put, ESFJs are people people; they love people and making others feel good about themselves.

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agentzee:

The other agent rattled off some more words - or paragraphs, it seemed like - and Z was left there just standing before what seemed to be the personification of enthusiasm. It was as if this young woman would suddenly combust due to energy she seemed to be holding inside of her. When she had finally finished speaking and Z had a moment to understand what she had just said, he nodded.

“Right,” he said slowly. “Yeah, you helped me track down that Ballchinian a few months ago.” Remembering social niceties, Z cleared his throat and extended his hand for her to shake. “I’m Z. Nice to meet you.”

“i did help you track down that ballchinian! that was me! that was totally me,” she beamed, pleased that the other agent remembered her. sometimes she felt rather disconnected, down there in the basement levels, and it was nice to know that most people knew her anyway. it was exciting, being up here. her fellow researchers would be so jealous. “i hope that case went well, by the way. i never really got to read the follow up. but i’m sure it did, considering you’re still here, looking all in charge and everything...” she clasped her hands together in front of her waist and hunched her shoulders a bit. “so...are you doing anything right now? if you’ve got a few minutes you could come with me to the jamba juice. i’ve got to meet my partner soon but i always leave time for my mid-morning orange smoothie.” she knew z wasn’t the type to really hang out, but she was determined to befriend everyone she could. call it a habit from her constantly changing life, but she had always been the type to make connections when and where she could.

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agent-i:

“there’s nothing little about me,” he teased, “but i dunno why people think i’m such a stuffed shirt. i like to have fun, too.” probably because he was fairly by the book as far as agents went, but he had been known to break the rules on occasion. “which, yes, i will be there tonight for lemon drops on lemon drops. how do you make the candy kind, anyway? bet the liquor kind are easier to make.”

she laughed and nudged his arm. “i see what you did there. clever. and i don’t think you’re a stuffed shirt. i wouldn’t be asking you out to a bar if i thought you were. i’d be asking you to...a museum...” she paused. “actually, there’s a really cool museum exhibit happening at the linguistics center. but that’s besides the point, the point is that it’ll be awesome.” she really liked i. he seemed to be incredibly balanced, someone who could do his job perfectly well and still have fun. if she were going to be any kind of active field agent, she’d want to be like i. “i’m not totally sure yet, to be honest. it’ll be my first time making them. but i have a very cool recipe that i got off pinterest.”

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agent-i:

“ey,” he shrugged, “you passed, that’s what matters. which means you’re fit enough to chase down most suspects.” i flexed his arm. “don’t feel too bad, though. i do this mostly for me, not for the job.” he pulled some wipes out of the provided containers and wiped down the rowing machine. the quickest way to get agent i angry was to use gym equipment without cleaning up after yourself. that was a one way ticket to getting ballchinian neck sweat dumped on your desk chair. only a knew how he got it. no one else dared ask.

“that i did! i passed, and it was no easy feat.” she smiled, tilting her chin up just a bit, because even if it seemed like a minor, basic accomplishment, she was proud of it. her eyebrows rose as he flexed—anyone could appreciate i’s muscles. the time and work that must have been put into them was mind blowing. “do you? well that’s good. it’s certainly paying off. you look great. and i bet you could get a new armchair up to the ninth floor no problem.”