Agent Edison

Field Agent Trainee Access Level 0 Mechanical Expertise

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A Sound Purchase || Jefferson and Edison

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agentjeffersonff:

Jefferson loves any kind of music, when she was younger, it was one of her escapes, her family was wealthy. And she wasn’t a social kid growing up, so most kids often thought she was stuck up and arrogant. She was just never interested in making a big deal out of school events. She had her shooting to practice and time to travel with her father. “I’m sure that’s true.”

She smiles and continues browsing, there’s always something new to find and she never hates to spend hours in the shop. “Well this is the perfect place then, for nothing in particular, they have just about anything you could want. And he is an expert in finding you something you’d like, he’s got some of the more popular Top 40s to classic obscure.”

She’s been through most of the shop already so she smiles and nods, “let me pay for these and we can go, there’s a good local place? And there’s no need for you to pay, consider it a good luck on your upcoming examination?”

"Please, I offered. So I'll pay," Eddie winks. It's polite to treat fellow agents like friends, and Eddie likes Jefferson enough they really don't mind buying her a coffee somewhere. It give them more time and more of a reason to get on and learn more about one of the Agency's Founding Father agents. Well, as much as Jefferson will allow Eddie to know.

They let Jefferson go up front to pay, but they themself wander out the front door to stand out in the brisk mountain air. It's beautiful this time of year and Eddie can't imagine what it will be like when Fall comes around. All of the leaves may be a pay to sweep up, but it'd have to look absolutely breathtaking. The wilderness is quite the contrast to Detroit's city-scape, and Eddie likes the change in scenery.

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Battered [OPEN]

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redemptionguided:

The hallways won’t look pretty in red. Marshall knows there is blood – blood in his mouth, and smeared across his hands – dripping down his chin and onto the floor. He always knows just how to make a mess of things, almost all the blood stains in the compound belong to Agent Marshall or one of his victims.

Glancing down, bright eyes watch as the blood beads down his colorless button down. What doesn’t gather in a crimson stain catches on the thick leather of his belt before dropping to the floor. Fuck, he is bleeding bad. 

Rough hands tug the shirt free of its confines before ripping the fabric. The loss of fabric puts his body on display. With it, Marshall puts pressure on the bleeding and holds his blazer closed with his opposing hands. “Medical is sure going to love seeing me today. I swear I’m the only guy that comes in this fucked up when there are no active missions.”

Their frown deepens and Eddie watches Marshall examine himself as he loses more blood. It doesn't look life threatening, per se, but it's definitely not a good thing.

Idly, Eddie begins to wonder if the other guy is even breathing if this is the state of Marshall's face in the aftermath of whatever it was they were doing. Training... just downright brawling over something or other...

Biting down on their bottom lip, Eddie offers a hand out to hold Marshall's blazer when he pulls his shirt off to use as a make-shift rag. Compressing the wound is probably smart until they get to the medical pay. With a hand tentatively placed on Marshall's shoulder, Eddie silently suggests they get moving to get him check out. "Maybe Madison will be there. It's fun seeing her get worked up. Only been here for so long and I already can get under her skin," Eddie snickers at their own annoying ability to antagonize the poor tech agent.

"So... was it training? Was it purely a testosterone driven rage that caused you to hulk out? Why are you leaking face fluids? Ooooooh, are you the residential bad ass? I should probably stop talking before I piss you off, shouldn't I?"

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A Sound Purchase || Jefferson and Edison

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agentjeffersonff:

“I like classics, I like most anything.” After a long work day there’s just nothing like grabbing a drink and throwing an album on and relaxing for the night. She nods and listens as Edison talks and browses, she grins when they mention Styx, her thoughts going to the original set she has back at the Bunker.

She nods and smiles, “there’s no better place to get records in Gatlinburg, if you hit up the owner for something they don’t have, he’s always happy to search for it.” She remembers a few times she’d been in search for an album but hadn’t found it, the owner Cooper had been more than excited to get it. And he’d found her a perfect condition vinyl too.

Jefferson knows her car is quite a standout, it had been a gift, long ago from a man she’d met through her work, he’d wanted to make things more personal, as if a car would make her want to date him, she’d kept the car and let her associates handle the man.

Nodding in agreement Jefferson slips through the tables of records, “I agree with you there,” she’d stumbled on the place by accident, she’d been browsing her first summer here, the door had been opened and music filtered out, she couldn’t help from stopping and buying a few dozen albums. “I’m glad my car helped you find your new favorite shop.”

Classic or modern music, none of it is untraveled territory to Edison. They love nothing more than accidentally stumbling upon an artist they can fall in love with. "My classics might be more your young childhood, but you know, classics none the less," comes Eddie's teasing tone. Not that Jefferson is old, they can't have more than ten years on Eddie. There's no way.

"I never had anything particular in mind." Which Eddie doesn't ever, they usually just pick a Spotify playlist and hit shuffle. Most music is enjoyable, and they fully believe there is no bad music. Just music they don't like so they aren't afraid to venture out into different genres and styles. "But it's nice to know I can probably just mention a few titles and he can probably suggest other things for me to try out."

But, Eddie doesn't have a record player...

They frown at the thought but it's not that big of a concern. Collecting a vinyl or two to hang up on the wall of their future dorm room (they need to get passed the recruitment stage first) can add a bit of a personal flair to it. For now they take their phone out and begin typing down names of various records to look up later.

Opting to not purchase anything today for fear of leaving it in the open around other recruits, Eddie turns to face Jefferson with a smile on their freckled face. "When you're done here, wanna go get a coffee? My treat, m'lady."

[addybryant]

Hard Hits // Open

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agentfranklin:

“I will warn you, my dad use to be right here in my shoes so he might kick your ass if you get caught with my mom. And I haven’t seen proof you could bet him, even if he is an old man now.”

Frankie smirks over at Eddie. She likes having a recruit who fires back at her. Eddie’s playful demeanor was something that drew her attention to them. Along with their background which just stood out to her. They are fun, Frankie likes how they seem to take training seriously but they haven’t been taken over by it like a lot of trainees get. It’s nice to see her mentee can still keep their personality in all the stress.

They seems to have everything down, almost. Frankie was proud that Eddie put the fist in the right place, their stance was so close to perfect. She could help but smile a bit about it. She can see them tense back to swing, giving Frankie enough time to duck. “That tense, you pulled back before swinging, made it clear the punch was coming. Also if I see you old back again Imma gut punch you.”

The smile turns into a chuckle as Frankie makes sure to catch them off guard, swinging her fist to make sure she misses their head by a few inches on purpose. Eddie of course flinches and Frankie chuckles again. “You need to do a fluid motion, it’s hard to learn not to pull back, hoping to get more force, but it a clear sign and gave give your target time to duck.”

Eddie can keep it going by telling Frankie they are totally into 'dads' too, but somehow they keep their mouth shut, biting the banter back and opting to focus on this useful training session. Unplanned, sure, but it keeps Eddie on their toes.

Of course their mentor ducks, easily dodging the swing, and Eddie draws back, sucking in a breath and expecting some form of retaliation. Fortunately for them, Frankie is more focused on the teaching part at this point. And it seems Eddie is definitely not up to par in the hand to hand combat. Frankie can even tell they pulled their punch, too afraid to land one and hurt her. "Honestly... I'm afraid to be punched by you." Eddie hisses between their teeth, feigning a cringe of pain at the thought.

"She may be little but she is fierce," Eddie teases. And right at the conclusion of the all too famous quote, a fist - Frankie's obviously - brushes by, missing Eddie's head by mere inches. They jump and flinch, barely taking in the fluidity of Frankie's movements and more so to the fact they are sure they felt a fucking breeze from the speed of the swing.

And this time, Eddie squares their stance and re-positions, then swings, ready to strike again. There is still some pull back, as if the extra distance from leaning back, but it's smaller this time, and Eddie tries to keep it one fluid motion. There's definitely more driving force behind it so Eddie hopes Frankie catches it.

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Grease Stains || Eddie&Jay

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codenamejay:

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship, Eddie.” Jay vaguely recognizes the tool that Edison’s using, but he couldn’t name it if you asked him. If Eddie passes through training, Jay will definitely scoop them up as his personal mechanic. Obviously, if Eddie has another mission or job Jay wouldn’t bother them, but he has a feeling they are going to spend most of their free time at or around the garage. Jay can’t blame them, the Bunker’s garage is state of the art and cutting edge. The technology offered here can’t be found really anywhere else.

Jay’s surprised to hear that Eddie is a field agent. They seem so at home in the garage he just assumed, wrongly, that they were tech. There’s no doubting that Edison’s skills could translate well to the field, especially in missions that require a quick getaway or fast fix. Jay makes a mental note to go back through Edison’s recruitment file after he makes another fifty dollar bet with Frankie. He’s hoping that they’re here to stay.

“Jackson doesn’t let anyone do anything. Don’t take it personally; I think he wasn’t hugged enough as a child.” Jay smirks at his own joke, but turns serious a second later. Sometimes, Jay can’t help but be a Founder. “However, you should really get out there and make your face known. If you plan on staying here, you’ll have to be able to trust your fellow agents with your life in the field.”

Jay watches intently, just in case the next time Eddie isn’t around to do this for him. It seems simple enough - precise and delicate - as far as a quick fix goes, but Jay wouldn’t do it himself without at least some practice. He grabs for the bag that Eddie points at, tossing it over to where they’re pointing.

It's a nice feeling being liked. Not that being liked is their main priority, but it helps Eddie feel like they can fit in. Friendship isn't a priority in a job for the most part. Though, having people who like and respect you (assuming Eddie can earn Jay's respect in the duration of their training) is particular profession it's a good thing. The agents all need to have their backs, it's why Eddie is elated with the fact they get on with Franklin so well.

"A touch starved grumpy man hunched over his computer is a very suiting image," Eddie retorts, happily taking the opportunity to make a jab at Jackson. Not that they have any ill feelings towards him, they just find he's the fun kind of person to antagonize. All in good fun, Eddie would assure.

Eddie reaches out for their bag, and they mull around Jay's suggestion. Feigning an over dramatic pout and a sigh, they toss their head back. "Fine, if I must make friends then I'll stop being an anti-social gremlin." They produce a small container from their bag with a label that's scraped and faded. But Eddie can make out what the product is, happy that they carry around miscellaneous items in there.

"I don't have the other one but Thermosteel still can withstand up to 2400 degrees," Eddie explains as they open the cap with the mixer they also had stored in their bag. Carefully they apply it to the area of the leak, attentive enough to not let anything drip. "Once you clean the debris out, which is what I did before, applying it is very easy and it'll dry and seal the leak and it'll give her that purr.”

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A Sound Purchase || Jefferson and Edison

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agentjeffersonff:

She’s surprised to see Agent Edison, she doesn’t often run into other agents when she goes out, most of them she assumes would rather ignore her than approach. She enjoys going out to explore the city, she tries to dress as casual as she can, still wearing Agency tailored clothing, since her car is flashier than some, she tries to even it out and bring as little attention to herself as she can. Jefferson likes Edison well enough, they’re one of the new recruits and Jefferson likes to keep an eye on how all are doing.

Smiling Jefferson shrugs, “I try to draw less attention to myself when I’m in town, especially since my car does tend to stand out.” She pulls the record she’d been scanning before Edison walked in and shows them the cover, “I’m a fan of Fleetwood Mac.” She had a massive collection of music, she had a wall filled with them in her room, she’d opted for a room without a roommate, she preferred the privacy of  being alone, sharing her space with someone else wasn’t something she liked, she’d shared when she’d become a field agent, but in the end being alone was her best choice.

She flips through a few more albums before turning back to Edison, “have you been here before?”

Eddie can't help but raise their brows, arching up to their peak at Jefferson's mention of her car. It definitely stands out among all others. "You're dressed down is my formal wear... I feel like a rugrat next to you," they snicker, eyes squinting from behind their shades. Oh, right, they're inside. Eddie pulls them off and hooks them into the collar of their shirt.

Fleetwood Mac? Eddie definitely knows a handful of songs by them. "Throwback... by like thirty five years!" They eye the cover and then look to the selection in front of them again. "I've been on a Styx kick... Styx and Escape the Fate. Less of an oldie, more of a nostalgia trip back to my middle school years." They pull one record up slightly, scan the cover and place it back down.

"No! I actually haven't, this is my first time in Tennessee so I've finally ventured out of my cave to take a look around Gatlinburg," Eddie admits, looking to Jefferson with excitement in their eyes. They stroll a couple of steps down the row of records, scanning various titles and running their fingers along the edges of them delicately. "The mountains and everything are beautiful, but this find is all I need in life. I'm the equivalent to a small human in a candy shop!"

With a quick look over their shoulder they cheer, “And if it wasn’t for your car I wouldn’t have stopped in! Would’ve walked right by this music goldmine.”

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Grease Stains || Eddie&Jay

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codenamejay:

“It’s a little after noon,” Jay chuckles. At noon he was still suck in awful meetings and awkward meet-ups with some of the newer recruits. Edison doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that they’ve tinkered their afternoon away, and Jay finds himself impressed once again. The Agency is all about putting in the hard work. Just because they recruit the best of the best doesn’t mean people don’t need to practice or train. They’ve lost too many recruits, and agents, to complacency and arrogance. Jay may be a cocky asshole himself, but he knows there is always another lesson to learn or skill to perfect. His work ethic is what earned him his Founder status after seven years of field work.

Jay watches Eddie work with a serious look on his face, close enough to see the work they’re doing but far enough that Jay isn’t hovering or crowding his space. When Edison asks Jay to start her up, he jumps on. Starting up Melinda is muscle memory at this point he’s done it so often. She comes alive with a purr that quickly changes to the growling noise that has Jay worrying. He watches them over his shoulder, a confused look on his face as Eddie sprays water at the motorcycle. He’s never seen a mechanic do that before, but Jay doesn’t exactly hang out in a garage all day and night. Edison gives him the cue and Jay cuts the engine, getting back off the bike.

“I’ll order some new parts but if you have a quick fix that’ll do for now.” Jay’s voice is grateful. He doesn’t want to get assigned a new mission while Melinda is out of commission. Jay’s borderline obsessive over his bicycle. He’s lucky, because he has the money to do so and keep his bike running at top condition. Forgetting checks and letting issues pile up is a fast way to get dead out in the field. Just like Jays, guns, weapons, and other gadgets, he’s meticulous in his inspections and upkeep.

Jay lets out a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding in when Edison asks him which field he works in. So the kid really doesn’t know who he is. Jay keeps it all casual, not willing to diverge that he’s a Founder and have Edison close up on him. They seem genuine, nice, and Jay is enjoying a casual interaction with a recruit. He’s finding himself enjoying Eddie’s company, which is risky considering they have about a twenty percent chance of sticking around. Jay decides to roll with the odds.

“Just a field agent. What you guys do in tech is way above my skill level.”

"A quick patch up will do for today then," Eddie grins, standing back up to full height and taking a few steps aside to the collection of tools and items they neatly piled out of the way. They whistle a low tune, looking for one thing in particular.

Jay definitely is smart to not let the temporary weld be the permanent solution. As he said, it's just a quick fix. "I can take care of replacing the parts when they come in... if you'd like, that is." When Eddie finds the dremel tool, they pull it out and attach the wire brush head. The trigger on it is pulled quickly and it let's out a loud drilling sound for that second before it is released, just a test to make sure the battery in it is charged. They then begin their search in hopes the Agency has some form of welding metal around.

"Hey, a fellow field! I couldn't be a techie - I don't have the brains for it. But I've definitely snooped around... Jackson wouldn't let me touch his prototypes which was a disappointment." But anytime Eddie is told not to do something is a disappointment. "I've been so caught up in here, I definitely have been negligent in the 'going out and making friends' part of settling in. The vehicles and everything are way more high tech than anything I've worked with back home. Not to say I can't, it's all a fun challenge for me." So hours slip by and soon it's evening, and then Eddie buries themself in work. Frankie was right the day they sparred in the gym, Eddie's poor habit of being a garage dweller may hinder their advancement in performance elsewhere.

Ah, well, it's still early on.

When Eddie doesn't turn up anything, they shrug. Their probably have Quiksteel in their messenger bag. Crouching back down in front of the bike they turn on the dremel tool and begin cleaning out the area of the leak, removing small grains of debris and anything else that could get in the way of the patch. When they are satisfied with their work they turn the dremel off and look in as closely as they can to the area. "Pass me my bag, yeah?"  They make a motion to it where it's settled near the pile of items they brought over earlier.

[addybryant]

Hard Hits // Open

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agentfranklin:

“So you got a thing for moms?” Frankie raised an eye brow at Eddie. “Friendly advice kid, I would keep some of your kinks to yourself if I were you. Might have some people judge.” Frankie would never get mad at a joke, just fire one right back. She gives Eddie a smirks as she tightens her hair tie.

It might have been a while since Frankie was a recruit but she knows Eddie must have had at least the basics of fighting by now. Still, she watches them closely, making sure they get into a proper stance and even kicks her foot out, knocking for more space between Eddie’s feet so they are a proper shoulders length apart.

“If you can move fast enough you shouldn’t have to worry about pain. Ducking is your best friend, kid.” Frankie raises her hands, “lets see if you can hit me.”

"I might," Eddie laughs at their banter, loudly and appreciative of the fact that Frankie can launch right back. It'll make for a good companionship.

They mostly have it down save for the distance between their feet which Frankie corrects, and Eddie makes a mental note for it next time. There's a lot to learn in this department if they are to ever get into any close scrapes. Hurting people physically has never been their specialty, but it's for the better with the Agency.

Eddie furrows a brow and gives Frankie an incredulous look. "Fast enough? I can drive fast, run fast... hit fast? You gotta teach me your ways." Not that Eddie really doubts themself. They've always been pretty confident even if they oftentimes trip up in the learning process. Despite knowing that they're about to have their ass handed to them, Eddie squares up, fists held up and posture tense expecting retaliation after they swing. And they try, deliberately swinging a fist to Frankie's face, but witholding enough strength so that if they magically landed a hit it wouldn't hurt too bad.... they hope.

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A Sound Purchase || Jefferson and Edison

Jefferson had a deep love for music, after a long day working it was one of the few things that kept her calm, and helped remove the stress of a long day. When she first joined the Agency she’d spent some time exploring the town closest to The Bunker, getting a feel for what would be her home for some time. When she’d found the record store she’d been excited, there was always something about the smell of a record store, something about the smell of a record. It was just like the smell of a bookstore or a new book, a unique scent that nothing else had.

She’d dressed down a little, in one of her more casual looking agency outfits. Jefferson had been browsing for the better part of half an hour already, a few records in a bag she often took in with her, she’d been a regular for years and had built a good relationship with the owner and staff, they’d call her by name and show off any new records they had that they knew she’d like.

It had been strange at first to use an alias when going out, it had taken her some time to become comfortable to hear people use them, but she’d been using the same one in town for years, by now it was second nature. She was browsing through a section of their older records, sometimes she’d find some great classic records. She made a mental not to get a new replacement needle.

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Gatlinburg has been a place Edison hasn't ventured to before simply for the fact they spent most their life up in Michigan. But with the bunker so close it gives them reason to venture out and explore the state of Tennessee more freely. The mountains are something, even if it's chilly now, but the late winter/early spring combo brings a nice crisp feel to the air and it's definitely cozy.

Eddie recognizes the car almost instantly. The sleek design of the Lyonheart stands out among old Hondas and soccer mom vans like a sore thumb. An eye for detail is one Eddie has, but it's not their love for all things with engines that draws their attention. It's that this car sits in the garage at the bunker and it belongs to an agent they'd met shortly after their recruitment.

They peer through their round Ray Bans to the store it's park out in front of, and it brings a grin to their face. A record store of all places! They hurry on in without second thought, excited to seek out Jefferson as well as some music, be it new or old. It's always good to get to know the experienced and more veteran agents. Eddie appreciates their fellow level 0 recruits, but there's so much to learn.

"Hey! Hola, compadre!" Eddie calls and waves. They don't utter the name they know them by far too aware of how that would look. It is odd seeing her dressed down, considering the agents are either dressed to train or in those amazing tailored suits. "I recognized your car before I recognized you, what with the casual look." They aren't shy about interacting, or being nosy for that matter, as they approach and look at the records directly in front of Jefferson trying to map out her style of music.

"Anything good you're looking at?"

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Grease Stains || Eddie&Jay

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codenamejay:

“We’ve had some very good times out in the field, that’s for sure,” Jay says with a smile. Motorcycle is his preferred method of travel. It’s not always viable, but Jay prefers to be fast, precise, and able to get away in a moment’s notice. It’s also way more thrilling to be flying down the mountainside with the rush of open wind on your face. The first two motorcycles Jay had met a tragic, early demise. Melinda’s been with him for years though, and a trusty companion in a big scary world. The only relationship he’s held longer is with his Colt Commander, but Jay would take Melinda over a gun any day of the week.

Jay takes off his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his pristine, white shirt. The oil on his hands rubs off on it immediately as Jay looks back over at them. He’s had enough wandering for the day. Jay feels like his head is still spinning from all of the meetings and obligations from the day. He’s ready for some good old, hands-on hard work to calm his mind down a little. Or, if Edison doesn’t like to share their space, then he can watch and learn that way. He runs a hand through his hair - an unconscious habit considering he’s got enough pomade in his hair to clog a drain - and gives Edison the full weight of his attention.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather stay and learn. A mechanic can always use an extra set of hands, right?”

Much to Edison's surprise Jay begins to shirk his jacket off and dirties up his shirt from the bit of grit and grease left in his palms. They swallow down a snicker, wanting to make a comment about his pretty face and all the grime that's around, but Eddie finds it's better not to. They like company, especially the kind that is interested in what they are doing.

They offer him another smile before turning their attention to the bike. "Doesn't bother me any. I could use someone to talk to, anyway. I think my level of human interaction is borderline zero at this point, and it's what? Noon already?" But that's their own fault for getting lost in their joyful hobby.

"Without further ado!" Eddie cheers, lowly and mostly to themself. "Shouldn't take long, you already took care of the things I'd look into myself. If it's not a leak of any sort, I want to guess carbon build up. I highly doubt the second one, though..." For the fact that Jay already take great care of her. He knows more than enough to avoid that, they are sure of it. But, if their first guesses are wrong it's the next best place to start.

So, Eddie begins their basic inspection, simply looking everything over, crouching and peeking into all the nooks and crannies they can. There's not much the naked eye can catch. Regardless, it makes Eddie more eager to find what it is. "Can you start her up for me, Jay?" Eddie asks as they reach for a spray bottle in their pile of tools. It's got nothing but soap and water in it, completely harmless yet very useful. They wait until Jay brings Melinda to life, that distinct and very rough sound coming from her. Growl is the best term he could've used to describe it.

With a couple of spritzes of that soap and water the area of the leak began to bubble up. Eddie give Jay a cue to cut the engine, and they grin up to him excitedly. "It's an exhaust leak, but it's so small that we can just patch it up with a thermosteel or whatever. I’ll show you how to do that. What I did was, as you can see, just sprayed some soapy water and the air coming out of the leak made it bubble." Eddie began digging through the items they brought over. Melinda wasn't on for long, but Eddie decides to give her a minute to cool down. To fill in that time, Eddie opts for idle chit chat.

"So, uh, Jay? Field or Tech?"

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Grease Stains || Eddie&Jay

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codenamejay:

“You’ve done your research,” Jay says in an approving tone. People might think that their names are silly and archaic, but there’s meaning behind the names. 

Even Jay, back in the time before his Founder days, was named after Daniel Boone. A pioneer man through and through, Jay was proud of his namesake. It symbolized innovation, exploration, and an acceptance for change. Jay likes to think he embodies those ideals well.

They walk back off of the main garage path to where the agents like to store their vehicles. They’re in a readily available spot, should an agent need to take off in a short amount of time, but Jay likes to keep his bike tucked away and safe when he doesn’t need it. Jay runs his hands over the front bars and down the polished leather. He’ll need to replace the tires within the next six months, and the custom orders have been a little backed up lately. Everything seems to run a little slower when zeroes come into the Bunker, but Jay doesn’t mind the wait. If he gets a new personal mechanic out of this class, it’ll all be worth it.

“So instead of purring she’s been…..” Jay tries to think of a good word to describe the noise Melinda has been making. “She’s been growling. Running louder and rougher. I’m not sure what the issue is. I’ve replaced all of the spark plugs as a precaution, nothing wrong with the muffler attachment and it seems clean.” A frown wrinkles Jay’s forehead as he looks at his beloved bike. “I’m thinking its something wrong with the exhaust system itself, but I’m at the limit of my mechanic knowledge. Have at her.”

Eddie smiles. "I could stand to do more." And they will, in due time. If they can manage to keep their attention as they browse and study. Maybe they're overthinking it, the agent names, but they definitely mean something.

Jay is protective over his bike, that much is clear. It's hidden out of plain view, out of the main garage Eddie has immersed themselves in. They figure it's a safe assumption. Eddie understands that. They never seemed to ever have a long term vehicle of their own. Surprisingly enough, they never bothered, even if a good part of their life was spent surrounded by them in Detroit.

When Eddie's eyes land on the bike, they whistle. "Oooh, she's pretty, isn't she?" And very well cared for. Jay definitely takes pride in his bike. But being this is The Agency, Eddie would be surprised if he didn't. They all definitely have the funds to maintain their belongings. It's still baffling he's trusting Eddie's hand in checking it out, being new and all. They'd just met. Even if it's sorta just like a customer that would walk into their office at the garage back home, Eddie wants to ask Jay if he would trust someone he better knows in the garage. They don't because they want to tinker with it.

"A'ight, Jay. Sounds like you already know plenty of what you're talking about. She looks to be in great shape." He already took other precautions which all would've been where Eddie would have started. It gives them the jump ahead to skip over the other bits to pinpoint what it might actually be. Definitely makes their job easier. They lift one pointer finger to let Jay know to hold on as they scurry off to retrieve the necessary tools, the rags they scrounged up, and anything else they deem necessary. When they return, they put everything out for easy access and clap their hands together.

"It shouldn't take me long to look her over, do you want to hang out? You're more than welcome to go for a stroll if you have things to do." Peering back to Jay, Eddie assures, "I'll take care of her."

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[redemptionguided-blog]

Battered [OPEN]

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redemptionguided:

Bringing his hand up, a rough movement smears the blood across his features – it worsens the bleed but he doesn’t notice. It is running down his chin now, crimson dripping down, staining the white button down that appears too small on his frame. “Gonna get a little somethin’ everywhere if I don’t get to med,” Marshall growls before spitting down at the floor – nothing tastes worse than blood.

“And best keep that in mind–” his eyes scan over the individual before him and fails to bring forth any recognition. “–Recruit?”

Eddie flinches, not wary at the man's actions but rather his lack of care for the crimson smudge further smearing across his face. Does he not feel that? Maybe not. His mouth probably tastes like warm pennies that've been in the sun. Eddie's lips press into a thin line, shoulders rolling into a languid shrug.

Eddie leans their chin in towards their chest and practically squeaks, voice pitching, "Gonna get a lil' something everywhere if you keep spitting it on the ground, my guy!"

Their amusement, the little they had, is gone, at the thinly veil warning. By no means is Eddie looking to step on anyone's toes, especially not this man's, and they certainly fear the day they may have to train with him. Stiffly, they respond, "... yeah, a recruit. And you're- not." An obvious deduction on their part (not really). They carefully step aside, not necessarily to end the conversation but to allow Marshall to pass. With an outstretched arm allowing passage, Eddie suggests, "We can keep up with the introductions on the way to the medical bay, if you want. The hallways won’t look pretty in red."

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“It’s not risk when it’s inevitable death.” Jack pointed out, casting a quick glance at Edison before going back to his work, nothing they were still eyeing the things on his desk.  “And for the record, I don’t do a shit job at anything.  I’m amazing in every way.  You probably should write that down or something, so you don’t forget it for later.”

Jack smiled at himself briefly, but when the sentiment wasn’t immediately returned he sighed, fixing them with a more permanent look.  “Is there something you need?  Or is this just…professional curiosity?  At least that’s what they’d want me to call it.”  He explained, waving ambiguously at the air towards where cameras inevitably watched. “I just call it nosy, but I’m an egotist, so I’ll take it.”

Eddie can argue back, if they truly want to. Fortunately for Jackson Eddie isn’t looking to get slapped on the wrist. Their nose does wrinkle at the arrogance laced in the man's words, eyes narrowing and just staring at the back of his head. Eddie wants him to see the dead panned expression on their face, but they note he's too busy to look up from the screen to keep it for long.

"Pfft, a’ight, boss. Keep doing an amazing job... typing away and not letting me have any fun. Bo-ring."

But, Eddie does keep in mind that they are in the bunker and Jackson is an agent therefore the farthest thing from boring or mundane in any way. Everyone in there is extraordinary in their own way, whether it be in tech or field. Not that Eddie knows Jackson's area of expertise, but he just breathes tech.

Eddie's hands bury themselves in their pockets, fingers twirling the threads and loose lint rolling around to keep them busy. It'd be in their best interest to listen, at least for now, so they only lean towards the prototypes laid out and examine them in closer detail. "Curious, yes. Even more so now that I was told not to touch..." Eddie answers, tone bland and un-enthused. If they can't touch then they can be nosy... and annoying... in other ways.

Redirecting their attention, Eddie turns and peers over Jackson's shoulder, close enough to invade his space and to hopefully further provoke another reaction. But, they keep their smirk hidden and just look at the computer screen before the both of them. They don't know him, haven't met him yet, but it doesn't mean they can't just poke him some. If he does react, that is.

"And what's got you so intensely focused that you can hardly pay any mind to little ol' me, which need I remind you is rude."

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Jay can see the hesitance with Edison so he just goes for it, sticking out his hand for a handshake. Edison’s grip is short and firm, Jay’s favorite kind of handshake, and it leaves a small layer of grease that causes Jay’s lips to turn up in amusement. A new recruit not afraid to get his hands dirty. The Agency needs more people like that around, for sure.

“That’s a pretty big name to live up to, Edison.” When people think of important historical figures, John Jay gets left by the wayside. Jay likes that. People are more candid when they think Jay is just another agent. A stunningly handsome agent, but no one special. Once that Founder label gets slapped on him, the walls go up. No one wants to complain to one of the “bosses”. Thomas Edison is a much more important name taught in general history, and those are big boots to fill.

“These suits can stop a .45 fired five yards away. I think I can survive a little grime, too.”

“Actually, my bike has been acting up. I was going to take a look at her. You any good with motorcycles?” Jay is too protective of Melinda. His motorcycle is one of the few things that Jay’s willing to spent a good deal of money on. He isn’t interested in ten thousand dollar watches or ridiculous yachts. All Jay needs is food, his family to be supported, and his little lady being taken care of. Any spending after that goes into one-time trips or mission funds. Jay has enough money squirreled away that if he ever wanted something extravagant, he could pay cash without any problems. He’s no Jefferson, but he’s been at the Agency long enough to have a savings. Melinda’s safely tucked away in the back part of the garage, and Jay motions for Edison to follow him.

Much to Eddie's surprise, Jay takes their hand. Their initial assumption was merely that, and it's nice to be proven wrong. Just because he's dressed up nice it didn't mean Jay is too worried about getting dirty. Their face lights as they return the handshake despite the obvious film left in Jay's palm.

"Thomas Alva Edison, inventor of the light bulb, early motion picture cameras and the phonograph..." And just shy of 1,100 in total, Edison surely made his mark in history. Unfortunately, history is not Eddie's strong suit and they had to do their own brief bit of research when they first received their code name. "And with barely any schooling, which is the real kicker!" There's barely much else they remember, other than the mention of his love for practical jokes and his deafness, but there's time to learn. But, every agent has a name for a reason, named after some historical figure. Someone that left their mark on this country's past and shaped the future in some way or another. While Eddie can't pinpoint all of them, Jay included, they find it safe to assume that. They should take time for the research, it may just help them understand their fellow recruits and agents a little more.

"Fair," Eddie chuckles with a shrug. They know the suit the fits Jay's body is no ordinary suit. How the Agency invented the fabric to create such an extraordinary thing is beyond Eddie's comprehension. Mental note to start looking into it...

At the mention of a motorcycle Eddie finds themselves grinning like the Cheshire cat, wide and animated. 'You trust me to look at it' is the question they want to ask, what with being new and all, but they let it die on their lips. Their excitement in evident, but they try for casual with their arms folded loosely over their torso and head cocking to the side some. "I've handled enough in my life to know how to work with them." They hardly hide the bounce in their step as they run behind Jay the second they're invited to follow.

"How's it acting up, exactly? What's the haps, the dealio?" Not that it matters because Eddie is confident they can figure it out no problem.

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“Nope, don’t touch that.”  Jack barely tore his eyes away from his screens at his workbench when he saw the hand floating towards some of the prototypes that lay open on the bench in the mechanical shop.  He hated when things were slow; it meant less people were out on missions and more of them were lingering around– nosey and (what he considered worse) bored.

Eyes still glued to his screen he swatted at the wayward hand this time along with his warning. “Definitely, don’t touch that.” He said sternly, taking a break from his keystrokes to shove the glasses stubbornly back up the bridge of his nose.  “Unless you like confined underground explosions, which was like, deemed as a no-no on day one if I remember.”

Eddie can't help themselves sometimes. Being a physical person and all, just looking never is enough. They are wandering aimlessly - wandering a term used loosely because the garage and mechanical shop are both their frequent hang out in free time - when they try to find ways to busy themself. And in doing so, they find themselves reaching out to grab something that definitely should stay out of their hands off the shelf.

Eddie would have, too, if it wasn't for that blunt command. They barely draw their hand back, but they do focus their eyes on the owner of that voice. Someone who is mostly engrossed in their computer. So much so, they don't even look up to address Edison personally. "If that's supposed to deter me you're doing a shit job." Eddie finally draws their hand back and shrugs with a rather audible huff. "All the more enticing actually, when there's a risk involved."