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agentmorose:

M raised an eyebrow as R vocally went through his thought process. “Fuck off, I’m paying!” M finally swore in indignation, not even half as angry as he sounded. M was always quick to jump into a swear, regardless of who he was talking to, and one of the few who seemed to understand this was the fellow European in front of him. “I just did a month of unpaid, office duty!” M added, with a self-deprecating laugh; neither was the other agent uninformed of M’s depressing, Irish sense of humor, one that often seemed to get lost in translation in New York. Scratching at his 5 o’clock shadow, M thought for a moment, “Tell you what, whoever loses, buys the food?”

The Italian’s head rolled back as his laughter filled the quiet office. He’d always found the other to be...quite a personality. Especially compared to their more American co-workers. They hadn’t exactly spoken about their pasts per se but for many agents, their accents alone gave away their heritage. Spinning on his office chair to face M, he shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll cover the food you broke dick. If I win, you can go ahead and sort my paper pile, though. I can’t stress how little I want to do any filing. That’s a better deal in my books and considering you’ve been doing unpaid office duty anyway, you should be fucking used to it anyway.”

#[convo: M]

agent-i:

he sighed, good-naturedly. “right, right, i forgot i work for the world’s most secret organization with the world’s nosiest operatives. wha– bro, are you serious?” he raised his arm and flexed his bicep. the sleeve of his jacket strained at the seams. “the tailors fucking hate me. buuut, if you wanna hit the gym with me, i’ll spot you. you can finally fill that suit out like a big boy.” he gave r a firm clap on the shoulder. “we’re definitely winging this one. it’s fuckin’ animal control. although, we better get there quick before someone records tony and we gotta pull videos down. that shit is such a pain.” eye sighed. “anyway, it’s a good chance for n to practice working with some really difficult alien citizens.”

“damn right, you are. If your dog catching ways are so secretive...I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, to be honest.” Admittedly, being around I was always a bit of a risk. Those buttons were hanging onto life with the last strength of theirs. One day, he was certain of that, one would pop and take his eye out. “Not just the tailors. Your shirt is screaming in agony, dude. I think I’m good for now. I don’t want to intimidate you with my bulging...bow legs.” Remo flashed a grin at the elder, nodding his head sideways. “The headlines will be beautiful ‘talking dog takes shit in high society garden’. Wouldn’t want to risk that. Exactly, she can deal with them...not that she’s particularly silver-tongued but she’ll be fine. I’ll stick to the estate hunting.”

#[convo: I]#How do you stay in shape? - I fuck a lot Jason momoa is iconic #also? matching eyebrow scar?

agcnttango:

“No ass kicking required. Just perhaps a slap on the back of the head to send him this way.” She sighed softly, shutting the case folder and slipping it onto her desk. “I doubt he’s actively avoiding me. I think he’s just avoiding work if I’m honest. Or maybe it was a well-timed trip somewhere and not at all meant to avoid anything.” Who knew. E was a mystery in and of himself. At the mention of pizza T nodded, pulling herself from her seat. “I’ll join you, if you don’t mind. My legs could use a stretch.”

“Are you...completely sure? I wouldn’t mind, really. A slap on the back of the head it is then. Unfortunately, that I have to use my hand for. These suit pants don’t really give you much freedom to do aerobics in.” Agent R said jokingly as he leaned ever so slightly against the desk of hers. “A well-timed trip he didn’t tell you about or take you along? Sounds fake, but alright. Maybe he ditched you for Hawaii. Can’t blame him, let’s be honest. A bit of sun would be nice.” Having grown up in a climate where sunshine was the last thing they lacked, New York really was a sad, depressing exchange in comparison. “Sure thing. Maybe leave a note in case E returns while you’re gone. ”

#[convo: T]

bluexeyedxdevil:

“My eyes get crazy when I’m around people I don’t enjoy being around. I.E you.” Of course L was joking around. He was actually one of the few people that she liked having around. There weren’t many agents here that she would willingly hang around with if she had any other option. Her eyes rolled at his dramatics, cocking one hand on her hip as she watched him. “Well, maybe the second. Frat boy comes first.” She said with a small smirk. “You think I’d talk to you over Ouija board? I’m not going to risk you haunting my ass.” Lyric gave a playful shake of her head before shrugging. “Maybe threatening that boy put me in a better mood then I thought. If I don’t do something like that, It just builds and builds. I feel bad for the person who ends up on the wrong end of the explosion.” She was semi joking, because there have been instances where she snapped way too hard on someone before. “Beer sounds great.”

“No, no I’m pretty sure they always look like that.” Remo clicked his tongue, turning briefly to pat his palm against the wooden surface of the bar to order two more bottles of beer. There was a more calm, quiet side to L. They had spent many nights just sitting in silence or talking and maybe that was the reason he was more amused rather than intimidated by her explosive personality. Nor was he the type to easily judge someone without knowing their story...which applied to every agent in the agency. “You’d love having me haunt your ass. I’d be a great ghost. There will be some possessions going on, yes, but mostly I’ll just push everyone’s furniture a couple inches to the left or right so they constantly bump into everything and slowly start to question their sanity. But alright, if you don’t want in on the fun, treat yourself.” He chuckled quietly as he gestured her to take a seat next to the barstool he had occupied. “Nothing better than threatening to erase someone’s memory every once in a while. Or smashing someone’s nose. You? Anger issues? Never. In all fairness, though. He probably deserved to be knocked down a notch or two. At least you didn’t threaten a sweet old lady.”

#[convo: L]

agcnttango:

“If you’ve seen my lying sack of shit partner, please redirect him to my desk. We’ve got work to do and he’s conveniently disappeared.” T laced her fingers together, peering up from her perch at said desk. Though after a moment she gave a smile to her visitor, “That aside. Need something?”

“Snitches get stitches. No, I’m joking, I’ll kick his ass should I see him. Is it that shit that he’s actively hiding from you? Or just you in general?” Remo asked with a shrug as he lifted the coffee mug that, well, was usually present in his hand. “I was about to go up and get some food. By food I mean pizza, thought I’d be a decent human being and ask if you want some as well?”

#[convo: T]

bluexeyedxdevil:

Agent L let out an annoyed sigh as the boy scampered away. Back before she was recruited, she definitely would have broken his nose without a second thought. Now that she was always being watched and monitored, she couldn’t risk it like she wanted to. “I don’t have crazy eyes.” Said eyes narrowed at his words, though she has gotten that before. Some people were convinced she was an alien. It got rather annoyed, and the agency even suggested she wear contacts while out since they are such a defining feature. Plus she looked angry all the time which made them extra crazy. “While I do appreciate the serial killer comment because you’d be first on my list, I will need alcohol for that so I do not have the urge to punch you in the jaw.” She said calmly as she brushed her dark hair back. “I assume you’re buying considering you did just offer.”

“You do, don’t deny it. I don’t go around denying I got bow legs either so here we are.” He never took the gossip or her bad moods too seriously - even when she ended up threatening him. Which, granted, might land him a punch or two someday but he’d never been someone to be intimidated by a bruise or so. With a feigned, offended expression and a hand over his heart, Remo took a step backward toward the bar. “The first? That hurt. At least make sure to report back via ouija board when you attend my funeral. There better be some thick tears and ‘I would do anything to have died instead of him’. I am feeling generous today so your drink will be granted. Beer?” He inquired with a grin, head tilted sideways as he looked at the other agent. “You’re ever as friendly tonight, huh? Sounds like you had a good day, considering you haven’t actually murdered someone yet.”

#[convo: L]

agentyeo:

Bright, green, gelatinous slime dripped from Yeo’s fingertips and chin. What was it with aliens and slime? Gross! She wiped at her face, trying to rid her eyes and mouth of the repugnant goo, and groaned when more smeared thickly across her skin. Pausing briefly to look at her gooey palm, the disgust that she wore twisted into a mischievous smirk. Maybe this wasn’t so terrible after all… She could play a prank on an unsuspecting agent or two. Without missing a beat, Yeo raised her hand to high five a passing agent. “Up high!” She grinned, “Mission success! Don’t leave me hangin’!”

Slow, almost boring day that wouldn’t fucking end no matter how many times Remo got up to grab another cup of coffee. At that point, his blood must’ve been exchanged by caffeine, system running on ground beans. Between that and having found the file holding the new assignment, which he was less than thrilled for, his mood had hit a new low. With a new, steaming cup in his hand, Remo automatically raised his free one as Agent Yeo walked past him for a high five. And immediate regret settled in as cold, sticky smile then covered his own hand. Turning around to her, he blinked a couple times, looking back at forth between her and the dripping goo on his palm. “I mean...Why? I came here to have a good time with my coffee and I’m feeling so violated by your slime hand right now. Never thought I’d even bring that over my lips today but, here we are. Do I want to know whose this is?’”

#[convo: Yeo]

agent-i:

“yikes, even tony wouldn’t live there? bruh, you gotta sort your shit out. maybe if you spent less time talkin’ about my shit, and got to sorting out yours, you wouldn’t live in such a dump.” he spied the file on r’s desk. “i dunno, man. i heard about those ladies. they’re super picky and they don’t listen to men. maybe you should just let n handle this one?”

“Even Tony has standards. I’m sorry, are you asking me to mind my own business instead of being all over yours? Can’t do that, it’s against my nature. But, hey, If you’re so concerned about my shit, feel free to come over and take care of it. It’s almost a workout. Which, between us, we both know you need to work on those arms a little.” Shooting a wide grin at the elder, he patted the file. “That is exactly what I had in mind. I’m not making the same mistake twice. I talked back at one in my first year. Lesson learned. Which doesn’t mean I want to trade, still. Got an action plan yet or ‘you gonna wing it?”

#[convo: I]

bluexeyedxdevil:

Agent L was known for her temper around the agency, known as the girl who was a ‘ticking time bomb’. She wasn’t drinking, but she always found that the atmosphere of bars made her feel some sort of normalcy. It was also one of the bars that the agents were allowed to go to, so it was pretty low key. Though it didn’t stop her from pinning some poor frat guy to the ground, threatening that she’d neuter him if he tried to touch her again. The moment someone gripped her arm, she stopped when she recognized the agent. “I was just playing. Right Bill?” She asked, causing the guy to nod quickly as she stood. “See? Everything's fine.” The frat guy practically ran away once her back was turned.

The beer was lifted to his lips as Agent R sat at the bar, laughing at something a decently drunk bloke next to him said. He was all for those days that left some opportunity to unwind and forget the world and the universe and all the shit they had to offer. Even better when said opportunity included a pint or two. That was until a familiar voice broke the cheerful atmosphere. Remo turned on his stool, couldn’t exactly say he was all too surprised at the Agent pinning a fresh-faced guy to the ground. Whom certainly learned not to make the same mistake twice. The Italian slipped from his seat, reached for her arm to pull L back though he couldn’t quite hold back the smallest of grins at her explanation. “Right. I think he got the message, crazy eyes. Calm down before you pop a vein in your forehead.” An eyebrow rose as he briskly patted her shoulder. “The serial killer look is cute and all but maybe reserve that for those dark alley moments. A drink on that?”

#[Agent: L]

agcntkay:

“what can i say? i’m doing my best!” a quick innocent bat of her eyelashes and a slight shrug of her shoulders was followed by a soft snort. “ i know i’m an exceptional role-model, but you really need to stop having me as an example and start eating. like for real, tortellini.” she couldn’t help but let a dissapointed sigh escape from her lips, “that’s the thing. i unnecessarily kicked some ass today, so i have to keep a low profile. that shouldn’t stop us, though. we just need a plan.”

“Sure, those wholesome meals, man.” A grimace displayed on his face, Remo only shook his head at the woman. “Right, I’ll just get some popcorn and m&m’s and call it a day. If I’m feeling frisky, maybe a bag of chips as well.” Tortellini. The worst part wasn’t even the fact she gave him all those nicknames rather than that he had long since started to listen to them. Raising his brows, he shook his head in an equally disappointed sigh. “Good job at fucking up. You need to get your urges under control, it’s ruining my plans. Aren’t there any rookies to get moving? Or eat them? Whatever floats your boat. If everything fails, I think I might have a sandwich from yesterday in my drawer if you fancy that.”

#[convo: K]

agentmorose:

“Let’s go bowlin’?” M grunted, throwing a pencil over to the desk in front of his, and waiting for the other to turn around. “But not at one of those shitty night-club-esque bowling alleys either. You know, where you gotta shout over the music, and the fuckin’ laser lights are throwin’ off your aim…” M leaned over his desk, waggling his eyebrows at his target, “Huh? I’ll drive?” Normally M wasn’t the type to go out of his way to avoid paperwork, but he was not about to write a report on his “feelings”, about being grounded for a whole month - punishment for neuralizing his last partner.

Fingers swiftly punched down on the keyboard in front of him as Remo finished his latest report. Paperwork. Dreaded, hated, unfortunately all too necessary. Though he wouldn’t lie and say his eyes didn’t roll into the back of his head in hope of getting some much-needed sleep. Brows furrowed as a pencil landed next to him, followed by Agent M’s grunted question. “Bowling? What year is it? 1990?” The younger asked, turning his body for his arm to rest slung around the back of the chair. “So what you’re essentially saying...is you want to go to one of those bowling alleys that’s filled with pensioners? Where you can expect an ambulance to show up any second because someone dislocated their hip? Fuck yeah, if you’re driving, even better. That means you’re also paying, right? We’ll also get food, right? "

#[convo: M]

agent-i:

iosua grimaced. that was a good one, but he really didn’t want to admit it. “right, right, they’re right next to the dump you live in? maybe you should go pick him up from animal control. i’ll take your case. what’ve you got? anything interesting?”

“Can’t disagree, my place looks like a dump these days. I’m happy if I get to kick my shit out of my way at least. Not even Tony would live there, in all fairness.” With a shrug, Remo lifted and dropped the file that had sat on his desk for a while. “I got...death by snu snu? I’m not trading with you, I’ll take the Hapans any day. At least I can be fairly certain no furry assholes will be part of that assignment. That’s your shit...literally. Have fun with that.”

#[convo: I]

agcntkay:

‘ wanna know what i had for lunch today ? —— popcorn mixed with m&ms, courtesy of the vending machine. i mean, i’m all for dedicating my life here but damn, where are my new york burgers at ? ’

“ You truly are a culinary masterpiece, aren’t you? Actually, I can’t say shit. I haven’t eaten anything yet and those burgers sound like heaven’s gift to humanity right now.” He grumbled - or was it his stomach? Most likely, both. “Put on your asshole face and tell someone to go up and get something proper for...all of us. By all of us I mean you and me, the rest can drool over the smell of food. Or karate-chop someone’s ass out. Either way, end of the line, someone should get take out.”

#[convo: k]

agent-i:

“seriously? i’m playing dog catcher? c’mon, q knows i’m better than this.” he grumbled, dropping the manila file onto his desk, looking slightly cross. “i bet it’s tony again. that furry little asshole.”

Eyebrows cocked, the younger only shrugged his shoulders in amusement, tongue loudly clicking. “Sorry, I didn’t listen. What about your furry little asshole again?” He inquired as he craned his neck to grin at the other agent expectantly. “C’mon, mate. Could be worse. At least you know the dumpsters he likes to dig through.”

#[convo: I]

flaws/strengths - bold which applies to your character. Italics for any that mildly true.

bold any fears that apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable (and add your own if they aren’t listed)

#&& Belle parole non pascon i gatti. ((musings))

agentexr:

Guess I’ll throw my 2 cents in here as well then! Hello everyone, I’m Liz and I play Agent R aka my italian baby Remo aaand i don’t really know much about him yet other than that he’s sort of…a lovable hot-head who wears his heart on his tongue. I can’t even stress how little he uses his brain before talking, so there’s that. Just, in general, he’s easy going but has a tendency to be a sarcastic asshole. [insert backstory i haven’t yet thought about here] [probably dramatic bc I’m me and I love me some angst and shit] Anyway, I’d love to plot with everyone, just like this and I’ll hit you up? (I’m better at plotting than at introductions i swear)

Edit: alright so I have some things

Born in Sicily and lived there for a good while but spent his teenage years the states with his mother and twin brother. Thus still has a bit of an accent. [mid section I don’t know yet] Enlisted in the military with his brother when they were eighteen, spent a good four years serving and always thought he was doing something right. That justice was served, it all made sense, never dared to question their actions. And he was good at it. Although having the tendency to act impulsively, he had also been granted a whole fucking lot of luck in his life. After noticing changes in his brother, emotionally and personally, he requested him to be given R&R in the midst of a campaign. Though having no authority or say, he still looked after his twin despite being stationed away from him. His request being brushed off and concerns ignored, news soon reached him. His brother had killed in combat after acting completely out of it, one wrong decision leading to another and a mother soon mourned her dead son. Remo was discharged after nearly killing his team in what was a pretty much a suicide mission for revenge. He was labeled mentally unstable after the loss of his brother, who had been part of a different team at that time. He’s always been known to act with his heart rather than his head but was always a quick learner and extremely passionate about the things he wanted. If he sets his head on something, he won’t stop until he achieved whatever it is he wanted. With a strong sense of justice and loyalty…also comes a shitload of cockiness and sarcasm for years. He’s rarely serious, though that’s lowkey his defense mechanism. Smile it off. Crack a joke. Conceal…don’t feel…don’t let them know. You’re welcome, got that song stuck in your head now. Be glad I didn’t start typing fucking 500 miles. One night, wandering the streets completely headless and hopeless when he came back home, unable to settle into a normal life or cope with his grief, that’s how he ran into the MiB initiative at the age of 23. He wouldn’t go as far as saying he completely supports everything they do because dis boy comes with 99 issues and then some, one of them being that he’s lowkey got some big commitment issues, can’t open up and has started to become really untrusting of the government and their ways ever since losing his brother. Sooo he’s been with the agency for …math Liz, math…a while. And he loves having a purpose again. He’s all about that. Bombard him with tasks or he’ll try finding one. Despite being rather ‘head first into the pile of shit’, he is more logical and strategic than one may expect. He’s also a lot smart than one would expect given his shit jokes and really fucking fowl mouth. I’m trying to make it sound nice but he really just can be a huge pain in the ass by being a smartass.

Thats it.

It’s not profound but it’s something?

#reblogging bc I added a bio?#well i just smashed my forehead against the keyboard and hoped for the best #ayy

Guess I’ll throw my 2 cents in here as well then! Hello everyone, I’m Liz and I play Agent R aka my italian baby Remo aaand i don’t really know much about him yet other than that he’s sort of...a lovable hot-head who wears his heart on his tongue. I can’t even stress how little he uses his brain before talking, so there’s that. Just, in general, he’s easy going but has a tendency to be a sarcastic asshole. [insert backstory i haven’t yet thought about here] [probably dramatic bc I’m me and I love me some angst and shit] Anyway, I’d love to plot with everyone, just like this and I’ll hit you up? (I’m better at plotting than at introductions i swear)

Edit: alright so I have some things

Born in Sicily but grew up in the states with his mother and twin brother [mid section I don’t know yet] Enlisted in the military with his brother when they were eighteen, spent a good four years serving and always thought he was doing something right. That justice was served, it all made sense, never dared to question their actions. And he was good at it. Although having the tendency to act impulsively, he had also been granted a whole fucking lot of luck in his life. After noticing changes in his brother, emotionally and personally, he requested him to be given R&R in the midst of a campaign. Though having no authority or say, he still looked after his twin despite being stationed away from him. His request being brushed off and concerns ignored, news soon reached him. His brother had killed in combat after acting completely out of it, one wrong decision leading to another and a mother soon mourned her dead son. Remo was discharged after nearly killing his team in what was a pretty much a suicide mission for revenge. He was labeled mentally unstable after the loss of his brother, who had been part of a different team at that time. He’s always been known to act with his heart rather than his head but was always a quick learner and extremely passionate about the things he wanted. If he sets his head on something, he won’t stop until he achieved whatever it is he wanted. With a strong sense of justice and loyalty...also comes a shitload of cockiness and sarcasm for years. He’s rarely serious, though that’s lowkey his defense mechanism. Smile it off. Crack a joke. Conceal...don’t feel...don’t let them know. You’re welcome, got that song stuck in your head now. Be glad I didn’t start typing fucking 500 miles. One night, wandering the streets completely headless and hopeless when he came back home, unable to settle into a normal life or cope with his grief, that’s how he ran into the MiB initiative at the age of 23. He wouldn’t go as far as saying he completely supports everything they do because dis boy comes with 99 issues and then some, one of them being that he’s lowkey got some big commitment issues, can’t open up and has started to become really untrusting of the government and their ways ever since losing his brother. Sooo he’s been with the agency for ...math Liz, math...a while. And he loves having a purpose again. He’s all about that. Bombard him with tasks or he’ll try finding one. Despite being rather ‘head first into the pile of shit’, he is more logical and strategic than one may expect. He’s also a lot smart than one would expect given his shit jokes and really fucking fowl mouth. I’m trying to make it sound nice but he really just can be a huge pain in the ass by being a smartass.

Thats it.

It’s not profound but it’s something?

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