From protecting the President to nowhere

"Myka Bering, Secret Service. I'd like to ask you a few questions." A indie Myka Bering Warehouse 13 rp blog. Mun and muse are 18+. NSFW possible. FC: Joanne Kelly. Set after Season 2. Multiverse & multiship, open to crossovers.

[maiagaru]

[acommonrose]

Warehouse 13 + tumblr (insp)

[thefatherofsciencefiction-blog]

What if we got married? - bagtheartifact { I had to. }

"I do believe that you owe me a date or two before then…"

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"That can definitely happen. Dinner tonight?"

[thefatherofsciencefiction-blog]

"Dinner sounds lovely. Any ideas where you would like to eat? Or shall we eat in? I’m not the best cook, but I can make a passable pasta."

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"Eating in sounds nice. And pasta would be really good right now." They could just relax and talk over dinner without worrying about any sort of interruption. And Myka would have less chance of screwing this up, hopefully.

[thefatherofsciencefiction-blog]

What if we got married? - bagtheartifact { I had to. }

"I do believe that you owe me a date or two before then…"

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"That can definitely happen. Dinner tonight?"

[fuckyeahpikacha]

the price is too high

[theinkisindelible]

#this ship is the angst that keeps on giving

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"Is that a tattoo?!"

Myka looked down at the infinity sign on her ankle and back up at Claudia. “Yeah. You haven’t noticed it before?”

[bagtheartifact-blog]

She shrugged, “I’m just not used to people being so surprised to see it.”

[totallylaverne]

"Caught me by surprise, is all. Artie had the same reaction to my new one. Does it have a meaning?"

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"There is always more in the past and in the future. We can't let one moment define us."

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"Is that a tattoo?!"

Myka looked down at the infinity sign on her ankle and back up at Claudia. “Yeah. You haven’t noticed it before?”

[totallylaverne]

"I guess I just don’t usually spend a lot of time looking at your feet."

[bagtheartifact-blog]

She shrugged, "I'm just not used to people being so surprised to see it."

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"Is that a tattoo?!"

Myka looked down at the infinity sign on her ankle and back up at Claudia. "Yeah. You haven't noticed it before?"

[rpmememaker]

Your muse glimpses something on my muse's body that they haven't seen before. Send me "Is that a tattoo?!" and my muse will react to your muse asking them that.

[ohimjustabard-askblog]

Pings and Different Teams || Myka and Shay

[bagtheartifact-blog]

Myka turned her head towards the door and raised a brow. The stutter had her a little worried. She pulled out a suitcase from under her bed and wheeled it over with her, opening the door with a free hand. “I can pack very fast.” She paused, looking Shay over. “Is something wrong?”

[ohimjustabard-askblog]

Shay blinked and looked over at Myka.  "N-n. No. I’m fine. We’re heading to Rouen, France. And it is freezing over there. Do you speak French?" She asked curiously. She was nervous about working with Myka, hence her stutter, but she was also terribly excited. She had run across reports about Agent Bering while she was at the FBI, and had been fascinated about how the woman ran her teams and how she had done in the Secret Service. Shay admired her, but she wasn’t going to tell her that. She felt that was a little stalkery.  "If you don’t, I do. Which is also why Artie told me to go."

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"Oui, mon amie." Ever though it would be cold, France would be a welcomed trip for this agent. She loved the country and would take any excuse to go, even if it was to hunt down an object with strange powers. Myka grinned, walking over back to the bed to lay the suitcase on top. She waved her hand, inviting Shay in. "Did Artie give you any information on the artifact that we'll be looking for?" She didn't have a strong opinion of the younger woman yet; working together, just the two of them, would certainly define how she thought of Shay.

[myka-hg]

[ohimjustabard-askblog]

Pings and Different Teams || Myka and Shay

Shay knocked tentatively on the older agents door, shifting slightly.  "H-h-hey M-m-myka?" Shay closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm her stutter.  "We’ve got a ping. Pete is glued to the toilet after eating the three week old chicken that I was going to throw out and Claudia and Steve are already working on something else, so Artie told me to tell you that you and I are going to take this one. How quickly can you pack?"

[bagtheartifact-blog]

Myka turned her head towards the door and raised a brow. The stutter had her a little worried. She pulled out a suitcase from under her bed and wheeled it over with her, opening the door with a free hand. "I can pack very fast." She paused, looking Shay over. "Is something wrong?"

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"Is that my shirt?"

Myka looked down at the shirt she was wearing, feigning confusion. "Is it? It was in my closet so it would make sense that it would be mine." She raised a hand, going to undo the first few buttons. "Would you like it back?"

[justrpmemesandmusings]

send 'is that my shirt?' for your muse finding mine in your muse's shirt.

[badwolfkaily]

2014 Ships - Myka/Helena (Warehouse 13)

“Helena, listen to me. I am not going to die here, okay? Because you are going to take a breath and you’re going to save my life.”

[bagtheartifact-blog]

Myka tilted her head to one side, “Very true.” She paused, thinking before she spoke again. “You’re not one of us though. So who do you work for?”

[canspotatimeagent]

"Captain Jack Harkness. Torchwood." He held his hand out for a shake. "We handle the alien stuff. When you bagged that sword in Cardiff, you were actually tromping through our backyard."

[bagtheartifact-blog]

"Pleasure to meet you, then." She shook his hand with a tiny smile working its way onto her face. "Sorry if we crossed any lines; just following orders, you know."

[sophiealdred-deleting-deactivat]

Joanne Kelly in Tracker (2002) [x]