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:((( this is some sad shit. but if anyone wants to keep in touch, my rp/muse blog is @barryallens​ and my discord is pANAKIN#8527

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friends ! i’m really sorry for disappearing. i had a big presentation today that i had to prepare for (and wednesday’s are difficult for me in general bc i attend therapy and it’s not in my town). however, i will be on tomorrow. if anyone wants to plot, please message me (or like this and i’ll message you). 💕

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AGENT ARES !

PITYhad never been something which never had been appreciated by nikita - a trait which aleksei himself had often been the one to encourage before he came to indulge in it. yet, it was as if it had become such an integral part of him; the former soldier seemed to only be made of parts which he had previously condemned nowadays. aleksei could see the shameful expression in his friend’s eyes - one which he had worn many times before, watching upon people which he had previously considered himself to be above. (oh, how far he had fallen). STILL, it was as if he could not help it; the lack of violence in his life being something which could only be replaced by other variations of addiction.at least, his obvious LACK of control did receive a rather nice spike , seeing the way mere words and disapproval could lower his friend’s mood correlated quite well with his most sadistic sides. however, to use it on the expense of his friend was not ideal; calling for aleksei to let a sigh leave his parted lips.as he joined him on the bench. “ ALRIGHT, so perhaps i’m a little on edge…” the confession echoed disgracefully in the training hall; cut short by a stack of documents placed in the younger’s lap. “.. they want me to re-assign my unfinished missions today.” at least the pity was equally matched with a grand BITTERNESS. “.. and naturally, i couldn’t ask anyone else.”

whether down to the few hour gap between his last meal, or the sheer WEIGHT of what had been placed in his lap, a sickness loomed in nikita’s stomach. he slipped one of the documents from the great pile between his fingers and turned a single page. “ i-- ” it took a great deal to render nikita speechless ; the quick-tongued russian always had something to say and it never took him long to come up with that something. “ i would worry that-- if i were to complete these ... ALONE-- i wouldn’t be able to give them the attention they deserve. ” his excuse wasn’t the whole truth, admittedly. the fear that came with the stack of aleksei’s old missions had stemmed from the times where his father had asked him to complete business unaccompanied. for those particular jobs, he had no one else to share LIABILITY with for the horrors that often ensued. despite the master plan being down to another’s handy-work ( namely his father’s ), HE was solely responsible for the outcomes - it was HIS body count that grew. it hadn’t mattered how much nikita preferred his own company to the company of others-- he preferred his conscience ( in somewhat good health ) better. “ is there really-- no one else ? “

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AGENT ATLAS !

        “ well… that’s a new one, ” teo replied, altogether too amused by nikita’s ‘reasons’ for not liking him. he was less amused, however, by the end of the agent’s sentence. “ what i think, ” he said, somehow feeling like he was treading into dangerous territory. “ is that you need to learn to relax. this constant level of intensity cannot be good for you. ”

        “ you need not worry about me. you’re not my CHOSEN doctor. but if you would be so kind, врач, i ask that you watch your words-- and perhaps i may be able to watch my ‘intense’ reactions to their BOLDNESS. “ when delivering an important message, nikita had the ability to speak as good a english as was required of him to effectively get the message heard ; it was his own ( albeit a little deceitful ) COINCIDENTAL FLUENCY. “ understand ? it may be best - going forward - to keep thoughts like these to yourself. ”

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AGENT LINCOLN !

      [ ACCESSING: // NIKITA MIROV ]

“ can i help you, agent red? ” habib had had few to none prior interactions with the other, so to see him standing in his midst was a bit of a surprise. speaking mainly over his shoulder, he eyed him with an unsure gaze, confused as to what might be his motive for showing up. “ hope there’s a good story involved. ” he commented after a while, a slight chuckle leaving him with ease.

( @agentreds liked! for a starter )

“ no good story, i’m afraid, ” at the best of times, nikita was not exactly skilled in the art of storytelling. he believed that all stories carried some level of untruth to them and lying for the sake of an interesting narrative was not something that came NATURAL to him. “ i wondered if you would read something over for me-- before i submit it ? if you are BUSY, i can find someone else. “ with everyone’s workloads, it was perhaps an insult to even assume someone wasn’t busy. 

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AGENT STYX !

        * ･ ˙ ˖ ✶          →     was she surprised that he took the tequila from her already over flowing grip ? not at all , part of the reason she bought it . she knew he’d take it .     ❝     you think that’s all i do ?     ❞      to be fair , it wasn’t far from the truth .     ❝     i do try to work out at least every day . some days i’m just better at it than others .     ❞      

       * ･ ˙ ˖ ✶          →     ❝       i know that’s all you do.     ❞       perhaps it was the knowledge that the tequila would soon soothe the back of his throat and send him into a temporary daze - but for for all that it was worth, the corners of the agent’s mouth upturned into a smile.     ❝       you tap away, one hand on the keyboard and one hand in a bag of chips. i’ve seen it.    ❞  

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AGENT SOMBRA !

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t like this.” This meaning, of course, all of it. The unpractical dresses, the unpractical heels, the forced interaction, the vulnerability of all the agents huddled together, unsuspecting of any attack. But, worst of all, the AIs. To put so much faith in something that could be hacked felt foolish, at best. Technology could unexpectedly malfunction: what if that happened on the field? Could they really trust months worth of an operation to something susceptible to bugs? “I really don’t like this. I’m not trusting one of these things to watch my back.”

The agent had such a talent of dampening the best of moods ; lucky for him, it had already been done and if anything, he was grateful to be able to grouse. “Given the chance, I would choose to trust these robots over some particular agents. They may be susceptible to virus, but-- they’re not at risk of the true evil ... human influence. It’s a dangerous game and we’re lucky they aren’t invited to play alongside.“ 

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AGENT TEQUILA !

❝   this  wine.   ——-  kinda  ,  SORTA   oaky  afterbirth.    ❞  major  titled  his  glass  ,  swirling  the  liquid  inside  ,    ❝  i  would  pair  this  with  ,  ugh     —     dino   nuggets.     ❞ 

❝   what is ——  dino nugget ?    ❞   americans. with furrowed brows, the agent hovered his nose over his own serving of the liquor in question, taking a clean whiff. ❝     why do you drink this ? it smells like OLD LADY.   ❞

[love-personal]

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text message › persephone

vivienne: i’m an idiot. you fooled me again.

vivienne: wait -- you're someone else. just ignore it.

nikita: texting the wrong person? i can see how someone fooled you.

nikita: tell me. what will you do to the right person?

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                           vasily mikhailov N I K I T A  M I R O V                                                 AGENT RED

a HAUNTED man who can't OUTRUN his ghosts         they're in my skin and my bones

shoutout to @gcldkissed for being a babe

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AGENT ERIS !

familiar faces were rare in mercy but out of all the people in the world she had to work with, nikita was near the TOP of her least favourite agents list due to his questionable backstory. “  девицу в беде, ” she replied as she walked past him. you’d think that it would be easiser for natalia to bond with a fellow russian, but no. it was quite the opposite when it came to AGENT RED.

the length of his legs in comparison to the other meant that with only a few strides, he could be adjacent to her.  “ are you going to SAVE ME, маленькая леди ? ” she knew too much - and for that, nikita had to make sure he took close notice of her at all times. with eyes on the path ahead, he sneered to himself, “ how noble. your parents will be PROUD of you, i’m sure of it. ”

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AGENT ATLAS !

        “ what is it about dark-haired russian agents that makes them all want to threaten me with major bodily harm? as they say, three is a pattern, so i must be attracting the wrong type of person. ” teo met his gaze briefly, dropping the pretense of the joke. “ all i have access to is your medical history. relax. there is no need to deprive the world of my stunning wit or my ability to walk just yet. ”

        “ for me, it’s your face. you’re smug, but also pale. i don’t like it. ” nikita answered the question, whether it was intended to be rhetorical or not. it seemed pallidity was yet another thing to be added to the list of RIDICULOUS reasons as to why he didn’t like someone.  “ wit is meant to be funny. my right to privacy is not funny to me. is it funny to you, агент ? ”

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AGENT NYX !

she reads the question in his expression, and offers a shrug in response. her arms stretch towards him slightly, palms up –– a NON-THREATENING gesture. ‘ i don’t pay much attention to gossip, ’ she says, tone even despite the lie. ‘ but i imagine it’s the usual. you’ve killed a man with your bare hands, you’re a lone wolf, you can drink your body weight in vodka–– people are awfully UNIMAGINATIVE with these things. ’ her voice is teasing, gaze bright as she watches him join her in the water. it would be an overstatement to say that theo preens at the praise, but there is an edge of PRIDE in her smile that hadn’t been there before. ‘ thank you, ’ she says, swimming closer as she lowers her voice, as if about to divulge a SECRET, lips pulling into a barely-there POUT. ‘ i almost made it to the olympics, actually. qualified for the london olympics back in 2012, but i fucked up my right rotator cuff and had to pull out. shame, really. ’

she was right in the fact that the reputation was unimaginative, but perhaps nikita’s life really was that PREDICABLE. the agent lived in stereotypes-- hell, he was a RUSSIAN SPY of all things. in truth, he can’t actually believe he is worth any gossip at all. he listens, quite remorsefully, to the anecdote of the other agent. standing with his arms crossed over his chest, he quietly intercepts, ‘ there is still time, no ? ’ it might not have been feasible ( or recommended ) to balance olympic stardom with the secret service, but nikita was passionate about the talents of others. he often found himself urging another to follow their dreams as he had been unable to follow ( or even HAVE ) his own.

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AGENT MINERVA !

once his tone of voice shifted viv just crossed her arms and waited for him to soften up before she helped him. as soon as the magic word ‘please’ was said, she perked up and pushed herself off her desk to help. “good, you’re learning. shirt off please,” she instructed, pulling on the gloves and waiting for him to expose his shoulder. “have you been doing a lot of heavy lifting? did you get hit? gotta give me more than ‘it hurts’ or i can’t really help you.”

as instructed, he pulled the shirt over his head, humming in pain as the movement disturbed his shoulder. “no lifting.” he shook his head, extending his hand to touch the pain site once more-- somehow he thought touching it made it better. SPOILER: it did not. “other agent slammed me into ground.“ he didn’t feel particularly ashamed of that fact. the agent had many faults, but an ego was not one of them. 

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AGENT ECLIPSE !

        it was almost if they fell back into their ROUTINE, swinging and dodging at all of the correct times. her mind slipped from their current position - remembering the times where they had been the recruits, practicing their moves together in the corner of the room & how they had ended up here - and she felt the SHIFT. the power running through her veins, left unwatched for a second, surging to the surface. he had gotten her back against his chest, one arm swung around her neck. with her hand grabbing his wrist, lola had meant to pull him over the to the side, slipping out of his grip. but instead she lifted him up and over, swinging him over and landing on his back on the mat in front of her. unable to be STEADY with the strength exerted, she followed his actions, her forearm against his neck as she hovered over him. breathing heavily, lola stared down at her partner, unaware of the stares from some of the new recruits. not all of them were very familiar with the serum or fans of it - and she had just thrown nikita into the air with MINIMAL effort. pushing herself up from her stance, lola turned to face the trainees. she’d deal with the shock of their proximity later. “ when you’re out on the field, you do not know what the other person is capable of. ” she tried to pass it off like a warning, like she had taken CONTROL of her power. when in reality, if she had meant to use her strength, she could cause a lot more damage. extending her hand out to help nikita up, she returned her attention to him. “ other agents are completely capable on their own. did you want to do another example, agent red ? ”

        not so surprisingly, nikita would’ve taken being slammed into the ground with superhuman strength over any amount of emotional pain that their relationship ( or lack thereof ) tended to BREED. it seemed regardless of whether or not they were a part of each other’s lives, the ache of ‘them’ remained ; the only easy thing about the past six months had been the not knowing-- though in no way did that stop him from getting indirect information about the well being of the other agent from various different sources around the initiative. certain he would need to take a trip to the medical wing after training had ended ( which, lucky for him, gave an excuse as to why he wouldn’t be able to STAY and chat ), he braced himself before taking the extended hand in his own and peeling himself from the leather of the mat. usually his code name was a DEMAND that others had to follow both during missions and during free time. as soon as the agent had become SMITTEN with his co-worker, the demand was lifted. after so many years, to hear her call him his moniker rather than his name ( or CHOSEN NAME ) made him feel an overwhelming sense of loss. for the first time in a long time, they were STRANGERS once more-- red and eclipse. with careful breaths, he stood, feeling the pain for what it was, and faced their audience. “ i think they NEED one, eclipse. ”

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AGENT VENUS !

❝ you should never trust a man who wears TWO hats. ❞ the agent aired under his breath, as nonchalantly as ever, the pair of binoculars he used to gauge his target covering the majority of his face. though, in fairness to the man he was spying on, someone else may not have considered the hood of his coat to be a second hat.  ❝ he has no sense of loyalty to his fedora. how could anyone expect him to have loyalty to anything ? ❞ 

@agcntvcnus