So if I ask you a question, don't answer it And if I send you an e-mail don't hit reply, 'Cause I don't know why, know why I sent it in the first place And if it's in my best interest I'll think of it But if it's not, oh well, I can't deny That I don't know why, know why I'm still a part of this human race! johanna botsk. biomed. agent eurydice.
“ sheesh tell me about it . imagine losing your phone in this place — good luck . “ she chuckled to herself , a lame joke even she had to admit . upon hearing the directions , the brunette nodded before pursing her lips . “ alright , if you’re wrong & i end up falling into a trap door , i’m haunting you for the rest of your life . “ she winked , obviously another terrible joke to add to her arsenal .
“that’s what you’re friends with techs for - just get one’a them to track it down for you,” johanna smiles, turning her head to look down the hallway the direction she had offered before. “what - scooby doo style? i thought you were more’ve a velma than a daphne.” the joke was bad but johanna isn’t gonna comment on it more than that, rolling her shoulders. “want me to come with, just in case you get lost?”
AS he lined up his target he casts a glance to his side to the the other agent approaching. he’s glad mercy was lax on the dress code because quite frankly neither of them look like the textbook definition of secret agent. he pulls the trigger on the plastic gun and the digital animal let’s out a cry before brightly coloured text pops up congratulating him on his ❛ excellent shot! ❜ he scratches at the tiny hairs that have begun cropping on his chin considering he hasn’t shaved in upwards of week. ❝ ‘course. ❞ he grunts and pulls out the other plastic gun before tossing it at her. ❝ nice hair by the way, ❞ he says as he rolls out his shoulders before aiming once more.
the game crows happily about his excellent shot and johanna catches the fake gun with ease, moving to push off from where she’s leaning against the neighboring cabinet in order to stand beside him. she’s barefoot and adjusts her stance without thinking about it. second nature at this point. she might be biomed, but training was hammered into her. it’s not easily forgotten. “thanks, grew it myself.” a quick smile is flashed in his direction as she takes aim at the digital deer and pulls the trigger. nice shot! “can’t sleep?” it’s a loaded question asked casually, eyes never leaving the screen of the game in front of them.
if you could go back in time and give yourself a single piece of advice what would it be?
“don’t tell jasper he’s cool that one time in fifth grade. he doesn’t need his ego to inflate anymore and that was such a tipping point for the fucker.”
KRONOS at large? check. kicked out of headquarters? check. possibly dead director? check. nothing seemed to be going right for the mercy team and yet miles was doing just fine. yeah, he saw far too many get injured and nearly got killed by a kronos agent but, he knew what he signed up for. PLUS, they we’re currently cooling off in singapore a country he’s never visited before. unlike many other agents miles hopkins was thoroughly enjoying his time in the wolfe estate— or more specifically… its garage. currently he was stood in front of an arcade cabinet in pyjamas aiming a plastic sniper at a digital deer. ❝ thought I should improve my aim…ya’ kno’ in case kronos gets any ideas, ❞
pale face is illuminated in the flashy neon lights of arcade games, hair a mass of tangled jade-colored waves that was at one point pulled out of her face. johanna isn’t in a much better state of dress herself - a pair of shorts and a hoodie that’s a few sizes too big and has to be bunched up around her elbows to keep her hands free. “yeah, makes sense,” voice is raspy and still mildly sleep-heavy as she blinks at him. there’s a bruise still fading on her jaw and johanna winces when she yawns. “does this thing have a two player mode?”
twiddling her fingers as she made her way down a long hallway , jessica looked around every corner of the household . taking a deep breath with each turn , the woman could feel a sting at her side . it was nothing compared to what happened to her fellow agents . her son — luckily he was safe with his fellow junior agents . her daughter didn’t have to worry as she had made it underground with jessica’s parents . turning a corner & nearly colliding with the other , she let out a quick yelp . “ shit ! —— my bad , just looking for the ladie’s room . “
“it’s fine. this place’s like a fuckin’ maze,” johanna huffs a sigh - the sudden relocation isn’t something shes gotten used to yet. the halls all lead different places and in the estate there’s the weird mesh of old-fashioned and high-tech rooms that sometimes leave her feeling like she’s in multiple places at once. it’s - disorienting, and that feeling has left johanna just this side of surly. “i think they’re down that way and like - a left, then a right. don’t take my word for it.”
a familiar rush ADRENALINE blooms throughout bowie as he makes his way closer to the injured and it suddenly feels like he’s back in san francisco as a trauma surgeon. environmentally it was more contained but currently, the scene is a complete mess of bodies running in all directions and shouts making it near IMPOSSIBLE for him to thick properly. bowie has his emergency kit in his hand for what he can fix in the moment before he brings them toward the ambulances, and it’s when he hears a voice yelling. recognizing johanna, he beelines toward his fell agent and kneels beside the civilian. ❝ do you know if it’s a clean through shot or is the bullet still lodged inside ?? ❞ bowie asks, voice strained as he opens up his kit to pull out gauze. ❝ continue holding firm pressure as i put this on. ❞ he advises all the while aligning the gauze properly with the angle of the chest wound.
bowie ‘rounds the corner and johanna swallows another shout as he hurries over - flat of her hand still pressed to the wound as tightly as possible. she’s not a useless medic, but this? way out of her league. “lodged inside. there’s less serious wounds on her right shoulder.” less serious is relative - johanna is fairly certain there’s a chunk of flesh missing - but johanna’s got a hand there, too, fingers curled ‘round the curve of the edge of the woman’s shoulder. fuck. johanna hates feeling useless and she’s never felt moreso than in this moment. at least there’s an actual adult doctor here now, though johanna isn’t sure how much can be done. the woman isn’t responding and hands are too occupied to check for a pulse, though her chest is still desperately rising and falling. “what the fuck happened?”
what the fuck. what the fuck. “stay still!” sharp voice comes quick and harsh as hands press tight against the wound on the civilians chest, blood blooming dark and quick across pale white dress. “fuck fuck fuck fuck -” johanna isn’t so much the med part of biomed, tending far more to creating chemical weapons than keeping someone from bleeding out. “fuck! someone get me some gauze!”
“ come on, you can do better than that! come at me again. “ she clapped her hands together from the other side of the training room, before getting into a slight crouch. “ you almost got me last time, try and get me on the ground. you can do it. “ min-hee loved to fuck with her fellow agents during training, and always gave her friends the same challenge. try and get her onto her back, without just straight up tackling her. “ for something so easy, you sure are being so apprehensive to try again! “
“maybe they just need to see a good example,” johanna crows from her spot sitting with folded legs at the edge of the mats, verdant hair a mess of waves around her face and sharp eyes gleaming with amusement as agent minnies current sparring partner seems to struggle with how to go about knocking her over. training has always been something johanna finds thrilling, the pump of blood searing through her veins and adrenaline tightening her throat.
“ i don’t know if you’ve heard , it’s hard to make me smile . “ she chuckled with a soft grin playing on her features . stacking a couple of papers on her desk , she moved over to the bar she conveniently left in her office . “ scotch ?? water ?? —— dirty shirley ?? “
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“i’ll take this as an honor then,” she grins, watching with keen eyes as she moves across the room. “scotch sounds great, thanks,” johanna arches her back in her seat, getting perhaps a touch too comfortable in the tactical agents office. “so, what’d i do to warrant a visit to your illustrious office?” there aren’t many rules she hasn’t already pushed at, and she’s already been reprimanded for those. and she has been on her best behavior lately.
anytime bonnie entered a room it was immediately filled with tension . the brunette had a strong , abrasive personality as many people in mercy did . ❝ i was just eaten alive & then spit out by agent sweet tooth for covering your ass last night . seriously dude ? you got a hangover hours before a mission ? ❞ she pointed a finger at her victim . ❝ i don’t cover for someone’s bitch ass often , but when i do it’s because i like to have insurance . you owe me — so when you least expect it … expect it . ❞
“christ, gonna eviscerate ‘em next?” she pipes up from her spot leaning against the wall - smirk languid across her face and interest sharp in keen eyes. “it’d be fun to watch, at least.” things can get a little stale in biomed - johanna could do with the amusement from watching bonnie rip this poor soul to shreds. seriously, who gets hungover the day of a mission? it’s not like she goes out on missions or anything but still - it’d be like showing up to the lab in that condition and expecting no one to call her out on it. “how did you even cover for them? sorry, sweet tooth, my field partner got smashed last night and now they can’t do their damn job.”
! ✰ ° — [ EMMA DUMONT, DEMIGIRL, SHE/THEY ] johanna botsk, aka agent eurydice is a twenty four year old biomed agent that has been loyal to mercy for five years. during that time they were injected with the gamma serum and earned poisonous blood. they have a reputation of being the fervor because they can be savvy & adroit. but let’s not forget they’re pretty acerbic & short-tempered. if you listen closely you can hear pay attention by pomplamoose whenever they walk past. ( the taste of iron seeping into your mouth from a split lip. grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. blasting music through your headphones. driving with all the windows down. ) ( mae, 20, they/them, est )
johanna isn’t someone who has entertained question about who she is. she’s always known, ever since she was little and pushed a boy off of the slides for calling her friend mean names. it had gotten the boy a twisted wrist and johanna in school suspension, but he never called her or her friend anything again, so clearly it worked.
that lesson carried through the rest of her life. if someone is being rude, or gross, or annoying, you can push them over and get them to stop. or deck them in the face. or get in an all-out fist fight with them. high-school years were littered with suspensions and detention, bruised knuckles and blackened eyes, teachers notes home.
dad always scoffed at the little pink slips of paper, told her to keep it up, told her that there’s nothing wrong with protecting yourself. maybe she had lied to him about what the fights were about. maybe.
applying for mercy was a no-brainer. it’s not like johanna wanted to go to college - as much as she loved chemistry, going into something like medicine had never been her goal, and mercy sounded like a place she could learn to harness the odd anger that bubbled so quickly within her. and her uncles wife was an agent and johanna had always thought she was the most badass person on earth.
she was a majorly rowdy junior agent. never broke protocol, but johanna made it a mission to push every possible boundary as hard as possible. she’s always been one to find the edge of any situation and linger there.
the original goal was to become a field agent. once she took the gamma serum that goal shifted.
it tore through her, left her convulsing and writhing for a day. when she stopped there was something new within her. something sharp coursing through her veins. her blood had changed into a deadly substance, sizzling and sharp and deadly to touch. she’d been called acidic before, but not she was poisonous.
biomed called her name after that. not so much the doctor side and more so the bioweaponry side. the creating weapons side - weapons that often involve her own deadly biology worked within them.
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