NOW I KNOW I GOT A TEMPER, FIRE BURNS IN MY CHEST, FEEL THE EMBERS, WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEVE, THIS IS PASSION, GONNA BE THE GREATED, NOW THAT'S SOMETHING TO IMAGINE 💥
ZAYA DOLMA known as agent FLARE has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2018 and is LEVEL ONE. ON BLACK OPS CLASSIFIED MISSION GONE WRONG AS AN EXPLOSIVE ORDNANCE DISPOSAL TECHNICIAN has gifted them EXPLOSION, though Extensive overheating that can cause fits, excessive sweating, heat burns on hands,loose of hearing from the sound impact. has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of SHARPENING HER KNIVES and are never seen without ARMY DOG TAG civilians think they are SELF-CONFIDENT & STEADFAST, but some of the other agents see them as COCKY & HOT HEADED. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was UTTER PERFECTION BY THE FUCKING BEST when giving out the next one.
name Zaya Dolma
nicknames [redacted]age 40
date of birth 21st June 1983 [REDACTED]zodiac Leo
place of birth answer
current residence New Yorkgender Cisgender Woman
pronouns She/Her
sexuality Demiromantic, Demisexual
occupation Cerbrus Agent
faceclaim Dichen Lachmanheight 5'7tattoos [redacted]
piercings none
distinguishing features answer
labels / tropes The Berserker, Big Ego Hidden Depths, Boom in the Hands, Degerminator, Everyone Has Standards, Having a Blast, Action Girl, Brutally Honest, Control Freak, Hates Small Talk, Nicknamer.
characters Katsuki Bakugo {My Hero Academia} Rosa Diaz {Brooklyn 99} Olivier Mira Armstrong{fma:brother hood}
likes Sharpening Knives, [REDACTED]
dislikes Nosy People, Talkative People, People who show pictures of their kids, People who show pictures of their Pets, People who don't listen the first time round, fears [REDACTED]
hobbies [REDACTED]habits Long jogs at night. Turning up to work getting shit done and doing her down thing.
near death experience… That information is [reacted due to being classified] Basically, Black Ops Bomb Squad and she is not at liberty to talk about what happened at Black Ops.
power… Explosions: Gives Zaya the ability to not just merely conjure explosions but also mold them according to their will. With her level of mastery, they can command intense explosions to unleash sudden surge in volume and energy release, often resulting in seating temperatures and eruption of gases. In her hands, explosions become tool raw power, harnessed and direct Precisions.
TO CONTROL THE SIZE OF HER EXPLOSION CORRESPONDS WITH CERTAIN HAND ACTIONS.
Spark - are low level explosions that are weaker in strength and tend to be used as distractions or for finer and smaller application. She casts these when she flicks her thumb and middle finger together.
Crack - are a medium level explosions have the ability to destroys cars and opening to building. The motion she uses is the snap of her fingers. This tends to be her most common use of action.
Bang- are a high level explosions that enable her to destroy multiple buildings and a wider terrain. In order to use this, she must create an orb like motion with her hand, think Piper from Charmed.
Boom - her most powerful use of explosion, that is always a last resort and instructed to use with caution. As this ability has been used to destroy cities, possibly even some countries. The motion used for this is basically saiyan pose.
drawbacks / vulnerabilities… Zaya needs to have clear mind to focus on her explosions otherwise their is a risk of them being the wrong scale or pin pointed to the perfect place. The bigger the explosion the more likely she is to experience extensive overheating that may result into her having fits. Most of the time she is in close contact with the explosions may also course excessive sweating, just a sign that she is doing her job. Due to the loudness of her attacks, Zaya has starting to lose hearing in one of her ears and if she is not careful can result into permeant hearing lost.
(if applicable) cerberus corp… Flare audition because they knew that they would get in. She has confidence in herself but that wasn't enough she needed the world to see it and wow were they blown away but her extensive accuracy with her power. She joined in 2018 after [redacted]. Flare wants to be known as a hero, even though some may brand her as a Villain for not having the warmer heart of other heroes. Flare is into it for the popularity whilst she hates the PR gigs of playing up for the cameras. She has made it clear that she is sticking to her guns, this isn't an act it is who she is. You can either lover her or hate, it doesn't matter as all of it just noise to her. When it comes to working with other agents she prefers not too. She knows that she is able to get something done better off alone. Flare is an utter asshole to other agents that are not her. She does not like to be partnered up unless you accept her words as command and have a power that is actually useful to the mission. If now you better take a stepback. Agent Flare looks down on level three agents as she believes that they will never be as useful as she is on the field.
codename… She picked it. Flare was call. End of.
. Headcanons - Crossed out means no one knows but just for muns to know.
💥 BASICALLY TAKING ALL THE ARROGANCE AND HOT HEADEDNESS THAT KATSUKI BAKUGOU ( MY HERO ACADEMIA)BUT WITH THE BADASSNESS OF ROSA DIAZ WITH A MILITARY BACKGROUND.
💥 SWEARS LIKE A SAILOR.
💥 LIKES TO KEEP HER PRIVATE LIFE PRIVATE. CODE NAMES ARE CODE NAMES FOR A REASON.
💥 STARTED TO LOSE HEARING IN ONE OF HER EARS, HAS BEEN TAKING ASL AS A BACK UP MEANS OF COMMUNICATION AS OVERUSE OF HER POWER MAY CAUSE PERMEANT HEARING LOST THE REAL REASON SHE ALWAYS YELLS
who: Zaya & Imara @iridescences
where: Lunch Hall, Cerb Corp
when: Exactly One Month After the Gala2024, Lunch Time
Agent Flare hated owing anyone shit. And she has been suffering for a month now bring extra lunches for Agent Granite to make them even. After all she was a women of her word. The rocky agent also showed her work, helping her out with that one annoying ass big wig that Agent Flare would have sworn out when she was meant to be on her best behavior. Maybe, just the tiniest bit Agent Flare might have gained a grain of salt of respect for Agent Granite. Yet she needed to make things clear, otherwise people around here would think that she was starting to turn soft. So easily many would take kindness for weakness.
Well today, today had been one month since Agent Flare declared that she would make Agent Granite lunch for a month. Her debt was finally paid off. Sweet, sweet freedom. Even though yesterday had been the last meal, Agent Flare needed to make sure that old habits would die hard and her lunch would remain intact. All it needed was a simple stake out mission of the fridge. Waiting and waiting until her target was locked in sight.
"Don't.You.Even.Dare!" Agent Flare hissed loudly. "Lunches from me are over. I said one month. And one month only. So this little arrangement is finished and I just wanted to remind you that!" She yells keeping her eyes locked on Agent Granite whilst opening the fridge to grab her lunch.
The whole New Year, New Me was absolute bullshit to Zaya. The mere changing of digits on a date did not magically wipe the slate clean and all blunders of the time before were suddenly forgiven. If anything the crossing over into another year was a reminder that she was getting older. No longer in her "flirty thirties" or whatever the fucking cheesy name it was given. She was a in her 40s and knew damn well that she needed to look after herself. To be at the peak of excellence and sustain that Zaya knew damn well that all came down to taking care of herself. Being an Solider turned Level I Agent she was no damn fool to what a healthy lifestyle looked like. Most of it came down the basic fundamentals: diet, hydration, exercise, mental health and rest.
Her own New Year's Traditions were simple: Health Check ups. Not that exciting right? Living a long healthy life sounded pretty fucking exciting to her. So she took it upon herself to get the bases covered. Lately, sleep had not been coming to easy with her. A lot of tossing and turning or staring blankly at the ceiling. And the times that she did sleep, well it wasn't fucking peaceful to say the fucking least. So getting help with her sleep was top priority.
Booking the earliest appointment that she could with some sleep specialist online Dr. Suwan or something. Zaya only wanted the best and she hoped Dr. Suwan was going to be the fucking best. The only time she was actually willing to be open was with people it was those who were in a professional state too. She was a private person but she wasn't an idiot or difficult when it came to her own health.
Zaya waits around in the doctors office office looking at some of the general health posters for her own amusement. She paces the room until she hears the door unclick,"What's up Doc?" Zaya gives him a little salute,"Zaya Dolma," she gives her full name before chewing her inner check,"Or Agent Flare if you know that name." Normally disclosing that helped bind the patient-doctor confidentiality whilst cutting the crap of battle scars, scratches. Especially all the side effects off the powers on her hand. Cut the crap and get to the reason she was here for.
who: Zaya & Devrim @inlethargics
where: Streets of New York where the real danger is falling for Zaya & Devrim and Iconic duo
when: 4th January, Daytime
Despite it being the freaking middle of Winter, Agent Flare knew by now to always pack a pair of sunglasses with her. One, they made her look more badass. Two, there was nothing more entertaining than watching other cower away from her unable to read her expression from behind the shades. And three, they always came handy during patrol mission. Partly from the paparazzi who were more brutal than before with the buzz around Cerb Corp. Whatever, Agent Flare still had a fucking job to do and she was going to do it.
Even if that mane she would be stuck on routine Patrol which slowly, slowly more frequent. At least she was out of office away from all the other Agents who were walking on eggshells or having their doubts. It was really starting to get on her fucking nerves. Rumors fly. Speculations are made. The media was feasting on it. Nothing was proven. Don't like it. Leave. Simple. Or grit your teeth and solider on. Wasn't that hard to tell the option Agent Flare has chosen.
Most the patrols had been a drag especially the Agents she was paired with were constant headaches. Not in her 2024. So the patrols with those agents were walks in silence. Until they finally got the pair up right. Agent Ashina. An actual smile on the face when she saw their name pop up. This Patrol was going to be actually bearable with a much needed catch up.
Shoving her hands deeper in her pockets,"You ready?"
imara was practically counting down the seconds until it was socially acceptable to leave; after the speeches, she decided. wide eyes sat under a suspiciously raised brow towards the other. agent granite recognized her, despite the mask, as agent flare, the mean bitch with the good food. " flare, hi, " british accent mused, in an almost questioning tone, until she put two and two together and realized she had only been talking to her to get away from some dumb level iii agent. figures. " fuck did he do to you, then ? need me to trip him or something ? "
Something about Agent Granite's British accent was always amusing to her. Partly due to her never expecting an accent like that from her. Even though half the time when the two Agents have conversed it was never a civil conversation in the office...more like a very loud exchange of words. Some which would call an argument. Some of which Agent Flare would be call, getting her fucking food back.
Still Agent Flare keeps her voice low. Tonight she had to be on the best behavior considering it wasn't only her reputation being observed but Agent Ymir's too. "Nothing yet per say..." Agent Flare looks back at the fancy ass she was avoiding,"More like what he's gonna do and say...and how I can't say shit back." Damn, she must have been desperate to admit this so easily. "Listen if you did or didn't want to trip him, just know that I wouldn't be one to stop you." She looks away,"And maybe for a week or two, food with your name on it ends up in the staff fridge. But who knows?"
↪ WHO: zaya & amparo @retrocausalities
↪ WHERE: washroom the ritz-carlton hotel, nyc.
↪ SUMMARY: shenanigans in the women's washroom
↪ CONTENT WARNING : None
Amparo dashes down the carpeted stairs, her hand skimming over the metal banister as she turns the sharp corner and braves a leap down a flight. Above, two suited guards glare at her, their impenetrable sunglasses capturing a fraction of her image. She doesn't stop to think longer; it's time to run. Although she's opted for more practical footwear compared to Dead Ringer, she knows she'll be soon outpaced by the men in black and their longer strides. Chancing a look, Amparo checks behind her shoulder and -- mierda, they're close! -- and her hands spring into action, activating one of the spells she's stored as a rune on her ring finger. TIE! The laces on the security guards' loafers fling themselves at each other, binding the two shoes together. Both men trip and tumble down the flight while Ampi winces.
But hey, she can't feel too bad, not with what she's seen upstairs with Magnus Andersen and the unknown woman's conversation. Seeing this is her chance, Amparo gets to the main floor and starts heading out when she sees another set of security, hands on their earpieces. They must be looking for her. And. They do. She catches the eye of a security guard. Shit, shit, shit. The crowd's too thick to pass through. New route. Now. Ampi escapes to the side and enters the women's restroom. There's already someone in here, not the best scenario, but it'll have to do! Although this might make her look foolish, Ampi has no other choice. She rushes into the stall and slams the door.
Powering through, her face burning with embarrassment, Ampi digs into her pantsuit's pockets and fishes out a small mirror compact. She tightly closes her eyes, re-imagining the washroom's interior, specifically the large mirrior. Image set and magic swirling through her hands and thrumming at her fingertips, she fingerspells out M-I-R-R-O-R-E-Y-E and opens her compact. On the reflective surface, Ampi sees the interior of the restroom again, from the large mirror's perspective.
Zaya knew that she could only use the women's washroom escape card a few times tonight. Otherwise, others would get suspicions knowing fully well that she would be avoiding being social at the gala. Or worse, other's wanting excusing themselves with her in the bathroom to take part into some fucking annoying girl talk. Nope. Not more unwanted social interaction for the night . No fucking thank you! She knew she had to choose the right moment for her few blissful moments of peace.
And thank fucking thing she did. The washroom she was alone. She could have some fucking peace. No pretending. No holding face. Just a moment to relax her shoulders and unwind. Stripping her face of the dumb ass mask , she exhales looking at her exhausted face in the mirror. Not, long to go Zayashe tells herself. She turns on the water faucet. Ahh what sweet, sweet peace...or so she thought when someone rushed into the bathroom. "The Fuck?"
Only for a moment do her eyes lock with the other before she is slamming the door to the stall. Zaya stands their confused. Did Zaya want to know what was going on? Maybe not. But maybe it could bid her some time for being away from the crowd. Didn't take a genius to know that something was clearly going on. So much for the peace but a different dynamic for the night. Maybe she didn't mind it all that much. Maybe this was just the distraction she needed.
She turns off the water faucet, about to adjust her mask, when two guards in black suites barge into the women's washroom. "Ex-fucking-scuse you!" Zaya growls from the sudden invasion. "You fucking announce yourself before entering, that is fucking basic. Fucking hell, amateur hour here!" Knowing basic protocols like this always came in favour. They looked at her, not too threaten by her as they seemed to have another matter at hand."Is anyone else here?" She motions around rolling her eyes,"Clearly not. Only me." The two agents looked at each other and nodded, exiting the women's room.
From the restroom mirror, Ampi sees all. Startled by the entrance of the guards, she silently shimmies up on the lid of the toilet seat, not wanting her feet to give away her location. There's not enough time to cast CC, her spell that allows her to read closed captioning of what the guards and the woman in red are saying, but surprisingly for Amparo, the woman yells at them and gets them to leave. ¡Qué milagro! Luck's on her side tonight. Now to leave...
She stands on the toilet lid and clicks her tongue at seeing the windows are barred. There is a small vent, enough for her to fit as she's pretty tiny, but how to get there? A spell would work, but the other woman in red is still in the washroom, and not only that, her spells have been a bit off during the night. Even her CC from earlier hadn't worked properly. Was it some other EO's power at work? For the sake of making sure she didn't harm anyone, it'd be best to avoid her stronger spells. Her magic was her responsibility, after all.
Climbing back down, Ampi resorts to improvising an out. Security might be waiting outside the door. Windows aren't available. She quickly texts Gael, telling him of the situation. But she won't ask for help. No way. Maybe if she'll get the woman in red to leave, she can do her spell without worrying about it going haywire and hurting someone else. Nodding to herself, she takes a breath and opens the stall door. Again, this is going to be so embarrassing, but whatever. It's not like she and the woman in red will cross paths after this.
"Hello," the narration on her phone says, "I am sorry but I cannot go with you being here. If you are done, would you mind leaving?"
Zaya kept a long distaine glare at the gaurds until they were gone. She was about to knock on the stall door telling them that it was all clear to come out. She watches as the stall door opens as the shorter women walks out. Just as she was about to ask what this was all about or a thank you, Zaya listens to the narration on the phone. Slightly becoming fluster, cause yeah, she gets it, public washrooms just weren't the same. "I..oohh...um yeah...totally cool!" Zaya stutters unmindfully motioning the ASL sign for I'm leaving to the shorter women.
Amparo gasps, surprised to see another speaker of ASL. A fellow speaker! "You speak ASL as well?! Oh, that's amazing! I hope you aren't offended, I thought you were finishing up at the sink, so I thought I should try asking." In her excitement, she doesn't read the hesitation in the other woman's face until a beat later. "Oh, sorry! I bombarded you with my signs, didn't I?" Carefully, Amparo signs a "thank you" to the other woman, about to let her leave when her tendency to be a nag rears up its head. "Are they outside?" She clearly enunciates her phrases.
Zaya watches as the women’s hand moves almost a mile per minute as she was signing. A slight warmth washed as she watched the women sign. Sadly Zaya was not that well versed, and looked at her puzzled trying so see if she could break down any of it but nothing was computing. She gives her a soft smile because no harm done. Slowly she signs a yourself, before heading to leave. Pushing the restroom door open, catching a few bodies lingering around,she nods back to her.
Shit. Ampi's right on the money. If this was a game of online poker, she'd be proud of herself for how she's read the crowd. In this situation, it's not great. When the woman in red leaves, Ampi's sure to be surrounded. No chance to do any magic. She gives the woman another glance. Although the mask conceals her face, Amparo notices the other woman's toned arms. Whoever she is, she's definitely fit. Seeing as the other has been cooperative so far, and dare Ampi say it rather nice considering the weird as hell situation, the spellcaster decides it's time to gamble. "Ok. Thank you. Can I ask for your help?" Amparo signs. "I promise, it's nothing to do with the toilet." She adds, just in case the woman thinks it's something strange. Well, it is, but it's not that. "Can you give me a lift? Please?" Amparo points up to the ceiling, right at the small air vent. She puts her hands together afterward in a beg, trying her best to give the girl a pitiful look.
It takes Zaya a few moments to process the signs, still being new to it. Her eyes widen as she asked her for help…with the toilet? Oh wait, no, no the short girl quickly added that is had nothing to do with the toilet. Zaya waves away the red on her face. She looks up and realising she meant to the air vent. Rather impressed that she had an escape route, one that Zaya didn’t cover in her own hypothetical escape plans herself. The girl before her was desperate, begging and pleading her. Normally, Zaya would tell someone to fuck off, followed with the universal middle finger sign most knew. But there was something about her that Zaya felt like she need not ask questions. Zaya nods and carefully signs,”Sure I’ll give you a lift.” As she went closer to the vent, kneeling and lacing her hands, in assisting her with her great escape. Damn, she always jealous that she didn’t think about this escape plan herself.
Amparo brightens, giving the woman in red a huge smile and bigger thank you with her hands. She tells herself to find out who this woman is if she can and send her a fruit basket. As she gets ready to climb up, she thinks that it'd be best to make sure her clothes don't get caught while she moves around. No evidence. Carefully she grabs her pants and tugs, ripping them both. Gathering the fabric, Amparo quickly re-ties the strips until the baggy pants are more form-fitting.
Mindful of the other woman's time, Amparo flashes a "ok", pressing her thumb and forefinger at her before stepping up on the offered hands. She doesn't tell the woman in red, but she also activates one of her stored spells as well. FLOAT. The extra leverage launches her up and Amparo grabs onto the grate, and with her spell, she has enough hang time to shimmy it off and climb in.
Looking back down at the woman who helped her out, Amparo gives her a small salute. "Thank you! And… see you!" She signs and closes the vent grate.
What was this look on the women’s face? Appreciation and thankfulness? And a smile? Zaya was not use to seeing such emotion from her helping. Maybe the martinis were getting to her. She brushes it off. Even if it was kinda nice. As the girl starts to rip her clothes, Zaya put her head down to give the stranger a moment of privacy and respect. And again smart thinking altering an outfit when crawling a vents. She really did have intelligence that Zaya could admire. The ex-solider gives a slight smile back, as she get the okay, watching as the pretty much almost float up with grace and ease to the vent. Saluting back Zaya signs “See ya.” Watching as the vent closed. Damn what a woman. May her escape route be a fucking success.
kyungseok shakes his head, the corner of his mouth that isn't bruised curves into a smile. if he asked, he knew she'd get them both out of here. what would stop her? kyungseok hasn't yet found anyone or anything who could. & that's why he combs his fingers through his hair and sighs. all he had to do was ask and flare would do the rest. but those words stick to the roof of his mouth. better to not have an false emergency ruin the gala. there were more people than just him having a good night. with the luck kyungseok seems to be having tonight, cerberus would probably penalize them both for causing a disturbance.
he follows her gaze spots sangwoo through the crowd. easy enough to spot with that shock of white hair. kyungseok hasn't found a moment to talk to him, practically glued to flare's side all evening. he gives shrug. "all fucking night? let's trade places. you can get punched in the face and i'll bullshit with him all night. i think that's a fair enough trade." he tosses the mask onto a table, broken and useless to him now. "cassian punched me."
he doesn't bullshit with flare. there didn't have to be feelings involved. short, sweet, and to the fucking point. "he wants to do something that i think is fucking stupid and i told him it was. he didn't like what i had to say about it." & kyungseok runs the conversation back in his mind. it plays out differently. the words he could have said, the things he should have conveyed first, the things he would say again and again and again. "i ... didn't see it coming because i didn't think cassian ... well, i didn't think he would punch me."
but — then again, that is also why kyungseok puts people where he does, at arm's length. you get any closer, you stop seeing their faults while people start to see all the things that are wrong with you. he thought ... he made the mistake of thinking cassian would see and would still want to keep looking anyway. ( and worse, it's why he doesn't talk. not to flare, not to his brother, not to anyone. )
Agent Flare's interest really did peak at his hypothetical offer. A fight or PR stunt? Hands fucking down she would be picking a fight! Any given day of the week.,"Oh, please be my fucking guest!" Agent Flare motions in to the crowd. Damn she would be so happy to trade places. "Being all touchy feely, romantic and all the public displays of affection," she keeps her voice low between them two, as it still was an undercover mission. But if there was a single Agent she could be real with, it was Loveshot.
She can't help but snigger at the thought of herself getting punched. In her mind, it was not a very likely scenario at all "One: like I'd let anyone fucking punch me. Two: no one here has the fucking balls to punch me."
Yet her laughter stops, when he takes the mask off. Letting out a low whistle, "Fuck that's gonna leave a mark." Distracted from the shiner on his face before it clicks who had been the one to punch him. She was fucking shocked. "Whirlpool? You mean cool a sea cucumber Whirlpool? He fucking punched you....Holy Shit...." Even for Agent Flare, she was fucking stunned that the other other Agent did it to Agent Loveshot of all people. "Never knew he had it fuckin in him." She might have added a little too proudly.
She listens as he shares how the punch led up. "Bullshit," Agent Flare calls out,"We know fucking every single damn day, about 99% of the Agents here say something fucking stupid. And 100% the time me and you fucking it call it out," she points to his bruise,"This doesn't fucking sound the same as 'something fucking stupid'. There has gotta be more to it." Her tone serious and well meaning,"It's more than calling out bullshit, isn't it?"
She pauses,"And okay with Whirlpool...I wouldn't see a punch coming either."
Oh, the playful moniker "silly goose" threatened to elicit a cringe, yet Sangwoo resisted, opting for a wide smile instead. He caught her hand as she caressed his cheek, their public proximity revealing her willingness to nip at him, especially tonight. She stood unflinching, unimpressed, a worthy contender in his eyes. The game was on.
"Now, now... since when did you turn into such a romantic?" Lowering her hand, Sangwoo faced a flick to the nose that made him grit his teeth. Her ability to push his buttons felt embarrassingly effective. Was that her intention? Because if it was, it certainly worked.
"Once upon a time, I believed every aspect of my new life was a choice, until I realized there were strings on me." Sangwoo's words carried sincerity, acknowledging the doubts and moments of realization that likely crossed her career. Their PR relationship was a prime example of this lack of agency. Leaning in, he lowered his voice near her ear. "We're all marionettes to them. Have you realized that?" Their proximity brought him warmth, goosebumps tracing down his spine from the temperature change.
As the setting offered a semblance of privacy, Sangwoo found himself unexpectedly caught in a moment of emotional vulnerability with her. Uncharacteristic as it was, he wondered if the alcohol had swiftly taken its toll or if some deeper concern lingered in her mind. He listened attentively, nodding in understanding as her words resonated with him. The importance of teamwork was a sentiment he intimately grasped, his past as a cardiothoracic surgeon imprinting habits he feared would linger indefinitely.
"I took a calculated leap," he confessed, gauging her reaction with a momentary pause. Sangwoo didn't want to exacerbate her distress. "One I believed would be best for the team. For you, for me." The silence hung briefly before he continued. "If I ever throw in a baby bomb, I'll communicate. Deal?"
From the look on his face, it was evident he wasn't took keen on the more touchy feely aspect. Agent Flare was only merely imitating actions she had seen in popular romance media. Her research left her in a rabbit hole of shipping and other sorts of things she had burnt from her memory. Still she knows she has a part to play.
Tilting her head playfully to look up at him but her eyes pointing to beside them. "Ever since actions speak a lot louder than words my beloved," her voice was light."Every moment counts at our longest public appearance." Each action, one way or another someone would be watching.
Agent Flare listens, keeping a coy smile on for any onlookers. She understood what he meant. But she is stubborn. She refuses to believe that someone else is pulling her strings. She is in control. All the choices, she made. Her being here, is her own doing. Agreeing to this, was her own doing. Nobody else. Not even Cerberus Corp. The whisper in ear bought a slight tingle down her spin. She looks to him, understanding the way he thought though. Whispering back,"It may seem so. But do you really just lay down and accept it so easily?"
For amount, she let her guard down. Only briefly. She watched him as he nods, actually listening to what she had to say. Something about reminiscing her ex-black ops days, how everything ran with ease. When your life was in someone else's hand, trust needed to be there. Matters of life or death. Maybe, after being scorn by Agent Ymir, Agent Flare was just not there yet. Ready to trust him with choices on the fly. Trusting him to know what was best. Yet here they were because of him. Without him making the leap...the façade would have been stuck in circling stages. He was bold enough to move it along. Something she had agreed too.
She chewed on her inner cheek. Would she admit to him that he did was sort of right for the team. She exhales heavily, "You did...for us. For our team," she echoes. "And I guess we are here now..." she is saying more for herself. "Moving forward would be better." Yeah it was more something she needed to tell herself out loud.
"A baby bomb?!" Zaya scoffed sipping the last drops of her martini averting her gaze away from him, "Deal to the communication. But hell,I'll give you a clear fucking answer now. No fucking baby bomb. Not gonna happen Ymir. Ain't going to fucking happen." A fake relationship was one thing but a fake family. Absolutely fucking not. Her also being out of action for nine months. Not enough fire in hell for that to happen.
"See...now wasn't that easy just to ask me?" Agent Flare raises her glass to him with a sarcastic smirk. See, she had some control over this situation.
who: Zaya & Amar @mincedoaths
where:the floors at the gala.
when: Early Hours of the Night
Be social for the night, her PR team said. It will be easy, her PR team said. Talk to other Agents, make sure to look scalable and approachable. Fuck, why her. Why did all this schmoozing come along with being a Level I. Couldn't being the fucking best, be enough? Clearly not. Agent Flare looked up at the time, each moment she could. Minutes felt like hours. Hours like a fucking lifetime. Was anyone else feeling like this? Okay it was a given for most Level I Agents apart from some of those that seemed to eat events like this up. The Agents who were built for PR. The ones who had seemingly strong ass powers that the camera could love. Yet her thoughts on other Level Ones, did not really matter for the moment. Though she'd have a whole lot to say.
Agent Flare, realigned herself for the mission at hand. Scan the crowd. Lock target. Engage in conversation. Damn well hope it made time move somewhat quicker. Where was someone who could speed the night along with their powers. Not that she ever dream of fucking up timelines and all that Sci-Fi shit. Focus Zaya she tells herself as she begins to scan the crowd
Target locked and acquired. Agent Phoenix. If anyone was having a miserable time like she was. He certainly was. Just in a different font. Maybe it could be entertaining. Not like in a twisted way, more so to keep the clock ticking. The two of them did not get on. It was clear with each encounter when their paths crossed. She made an effort not too. Distance was better for them. More civil. Holding a conversation was going to be interesting.
Agent Phoenix had been easy to spot in the crowd: firstly, the red, so strange how many agents had adorned to the color red due to power or name symbolism, her not being excluded from that factor. Second, the design of the mask was not really concealing shit. His brown eyes, easy to recognize. Now Agent Flare was not one much for fashion, if she could kick ass in it, she'd wear it. As for Agent Phoenix outfit, it was more out there then some of the other Agents. Trousers literally being held together by threads...how unique?
With her glass at hand, she pushes through the crowd closer to Agent Phoenix. Initiating conversation. "Bold outfit choice there, Agent Phoenix." Agent Flare begins,"Don't take it as a compliment, though. Red is a bold choice, almost as if a warning sign. Along with the rest of your look." Okay seeing the look up close. She was a little jealous. Red did suit him. Maybe better than it did her. Still she was not going to be the one to give.
muppet : who would be your muse’s favorite muppet(s) , and why ?
Zaya looks to them confused as fuck about the question. Inhaling deeply, complying with the calming breathing exercise that she had been given for homework. "Are you...are you fucking serious?" Zaya chewed on the inner side of cheek,"Are you seriously asking me what fucking muppet I am and why?" Zaya looks up at the ceiling hoping for some sort of grace and clarity. Silently praying to herself for some calmness and strength.
"Fuck these are some dumb ass questions like these are really gonna give you a deeper look on my own psyche or whatever," Zaya leaned forward thinking over the muppets. Not like she really got to enjoy them as much as she could, it wasn't her choice of entertainment when she was alone. She threw her hands up,"I don't fucking know...the two old guys. Um fuck what were they called....Statler and Waldorf I think?" Zaya shrugged,"They are honest, real and hilarious which I can be yet that side no one gets to see...you know the same old damn story." She pauses,"But then I think about Animal...he was kinda badass right? Maybe I'm like a mix of the three. Fuck knows!"
"We are not going to get into childhood territory tonight. I know your game. And nope, not tonight." Zaya looks over at the time,"And looks like our session is over. Laters!"
[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears. [ keegan → zaya; when they were teenagers. ]
The cordless phone buzzed loudly on hook echoing loudly through the Dolma apartment. Zaya rushed to the phone in hopes not to miss it, her parents yet to invest in a phone with a decent called ID as it was too pricy. "I'll get it mom!" Zaya yelled at the top of her lungs as her room spread through their tiny Brooklyn Apartment. She picked up the large beige, answering the polite way her parents had taught her too. "Hello Dolma residence, who may I ask is calling?" With no reply, half expecting it to be some dumb cold call, she was about to hang up the phone. When she heard some wet, snotty sniffling over the phone. A sound she was pretty familiar with.
A cocky smirk appeared on her lips, knowing this would be fun. She slide on the kitchen counter, getting herself comfy and ready to chew out her favorite person. "Oh for fucksakes Dweeb,what did you do?" Only to be followed by more sniffling, she tucks her legs together on the counter,"Who's ass am I beating up now for you? Cause I still haven't fully recovered from the last beatdown." She smiled softly looking at her bloodied and bruised arms that Keegan had delicately bandaged with extra care after her last fight. Zaya smiles softly at how careful he was. His hands were meant for healing. Her hands only destruction. A perfect balance between the two. "You know you really gotta stop getting into fights defending my ass. Doesn't really matter to me what other people think of me." Only you though. Zaya laughs in hopes to lighten the mood. Yet he keeps on crying.
Her grip on the phone tightens, as she jumps of the counter, ready to bounce into action. "Okay who's fucking ass am I going to need to beat?" Zaya already cracking her knocks and stretching out,"I can last a few rounds. Bring the first aid kit, this other asshole is not gonna know what hit them!" Yet there is still him weeping on the phone. No usual protests or warnings for her to be careful. None of him taking the blame and saying it was his fault. This was not what her Keegan was like.
She leans against the wall, pushing the phone closer to ear like how close she would want him to be if he were here right this moment. "Keegs..."her tone softens desperate to get some coherent words out of him,"Please...please tell me what's wrong. You're making me worried. Come on, it's me..." her tone is sincere, full of care. She finds her free hand clinging tightly to her chest where her heart is meant to be. Although, she wouldn't admit it out loud...Keegan played a pretty important part of heart.
Hearing him cry was killing her. "Speak to me or I'm coming over!" Zaya was almost ready to hang up the phone and make her way over to his to comfort him. But then there as an inaudible mumbling from his send. "Woah, say that again this time more slowly and clearer!" Again he talks fast. It was time to pull out the big guns,"Five seconds to tell me properly or else, I'm telling your mom." And with those words he sung like a Canary.
"The Fuck Keegs ...you are crying because you don't have a freaking prom date. Proms are lame anyway," Zaya commented chewing hard on the inside of her cheek. "Who did you ask...you know for reasons....no I'm not going to be making a hitlist with all the bitches who said now to you ass wipe." Which was a very blatant lie. Only she was allowed to kick his ass. Or make him cry. "Listen Keegs," she sighed, "Anyone would be lucky to go to the prom with you." She pauses, "Fuck it, if you don't have a date then I'll be your date, okay?"
The words slip out before she could think. A long pause between them follows. He isn't crying anymore. Zaya, however, wonders if she had crossed a line between them. The very fine line between love and hate. Maybe she shouldn't have said a thing. The silence breaks by a female voice on the other end of the phone.
"So will you got to prom with him then?"
Zaya is taken back by the other voice on the phone. Her tone quickly switches to a polite with undertones of I'm going to kill you later Keegan, in it. "Oh, Mrs Jeong, hi there, Keegan didn't mention you were also in this call."
"So will you, Zaya?" her voice filled with hope for her little boy.
"Sure...yes I will go to the prom with Keegan," Zaya feels her cheeks blush as she smiles. She can hear the two of them whispering and high fiving over the other side of the phone. "But do you mind if I walk to Keegan alone for a moment.?" There is more whispering on the other side as he is trying to dismiss his mom away for them to have a moment alone.
When the line was left for the two of them, there was another brief pause."So does this count as me asking you out or your mom ask me out for you dweeb?" She pauses,"You know you didn't have to ask...I kind figured we would end up going together anyway. You can be suck a fucking idiot sometimes." Zaya continues to carelessly laugh "Promise me, you'll never change Keegs?"
"Have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?" / from cassian
Agent Flare had to admit that she was mildly impressed that Agent Whirlpool had the guts to even come up and ask her that. Unlike a cocky ass level iii, she would have bitten their head off. To Agent Whirlpool, mild respect with greater annoyance. She pushed down her sunglasses eyeing him up, before pushing them back up. She glances away. Her mind deciding what strategy was best to play here. Blunt and honest. Blunt but make him figure it out. Like hell, was she really that hard to fucking read. People around here should be able to tell her different levels of pissed off.
Sadly , most Agents thought with the same one brain cell they passed around. One that always deemed her eternally pissed. Agent Flare was proud to achieve. Yet, that was not in the slightest bit true. Everyone liked to see the worst, even when she was trying to help out. Fuck them. And fuck that. So her choice was easy, blunt and make Agent Whirlpool figure out.
"Asking, should be your first fucking hint," she informs the younger agent. He was one of the better agents she'd been paired up with. Not the best. Solo was best. Then here fellow soul fighter. Agent Whirlpool knew how to be rational and stay calm compared to some who really had the one shared brain cell around. "Second look inwards...what have you done that could have pissed me off. There is your answer."
Walking away slowly, hands shoved in her the pockets of her leather jacket,"You really only got yourself to blame if I'm pissed off at you."
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Her words sliced through him, a verbal stab that managed to summon a smirk in response. While acknowledging her rightful anger, a sense of pride within him rose to meet the challenge. Two could play this game, and if she wanted to bite, he would retaliate with a more ferocious snap. The smirk on his face twisted into a faint grin.
"If you insist on it, I can certainly arrange for that. You know I'd go to great lengths for you, my darling." The pet name felt awkward rolling off his tongue. Even in past relationships, he steered clear of such overly sentimental nicknames. However, now, under the watchful eyes and ears of Cerberus, they were thrust into the spotlight as the newly minted couple. He felt the need to be overly affectionate with every given chance.
"I'm used to it. Aren't you?" Sangwoo's arm looped around hers, and he took a generous sip of his martini. "Hmm, well... maybe you're not. Your personality's as explosive as your abilities, and you've never shied away from showing it, but now you're on a leash." He guided them at a leisurely pace to a less congested area, a welcomed reprieve on this chaotic night. Throughout, he maintained a smile, navigating them through the crowd.
Faking dating she could handle. Fake proposal no fucking way. In her mind, this mission was meant to be brief, until quotas had been met for popularity and imagery. Engagement? Was one stepped locked into this for eternity with a greater need for crowd control for whenever both reached mission success. Yet they would cross that bridge when their mission plan called for it. For now, endure the night.
Agent Flare was taken a back by the nickname. How unfamiliar it sounded to her ear. She could play along with it. She pulls a gentle smile, rising a hand to gently caresses his cheek,"Now, now my beloved," she tries not to chock on her words,"We should enjoy the sweet honeymoon phase before talks of wedding bells." Each word she spoke, she made she to keep her eyes locked with his, so any onlooker would know that they were happily together. "Besides, I was only trying to lighten this long night with a little humor. You silly goose," Agent Flare flicked his nose, as she had seen other couples around the room do. See she could be fucking romantic if needed too.
As Agent Ymir looped his arm around Agent Flare, she kept herself steady and close in his hold. "Don't you ever get tired of this shit then?"She listens as he starts to read her as if she was an open book. Part of her was ready to fucking growl when he said she was on a leash yet that wouldn't do her much favors. "I've always got a mask on Agent Flare, is Agent Flare and Zaya is well that's not for you to really know." She sips on the drinks,"And I'm on no one's leash. Everything is a choic ,my beloved."
Zaya could feel the weight of his gaze on her as follows him through the crowd as they reach an area with less people around but enough she they had not pulled a complete disappearing act. Slowly, she turned to look up at him, searching Sangwoo's eyes for something more genuine. As she shifts her stance, her expression lightly softens. Her once-guarded look in her eye feel away for a brief moment as her features relaxed whilst slightly serious. "Just...just don't leave me in the dark okay?" her tone more sincere before. "We're meant to be a fucking team and just..."
She catches herself softening for a moment and quickly tries to snap out of it."Listen, it's just the ex-solider in me. When there is a plan I stick to it. Any surprises or unexpected there needs to be communication, before one of us decides to take the leap. Communication is fucking key especially that we are a couple." Zaya looks to him, "We both have to be on the same page or else we'll both get fucked."
who: Zaya & Imara @iridescences
where: the grand opening of anderson laboratories.
when: Earlier Hours of the Night
Oh what utter bullshit this night was. More fake laughter. Down another class. Idol shit-chat. Even more fake laughter. Petty nicknames such as 'dear' or 'darling' with false promises. Not that it mattered. Agent Flare could hardly hear the bullshit going on anyways. If there was a clinch of glasses and down of booze it was mission accomplish. Thank you, next.
At least she hoped. When suddenly, Agent Flare was being approached by oh fuck. Red flags go off in her head. Her PR warned of to names she needed to play nice with. Yet they knew her well enough to look for any escape route when it came to this dude. He was fucking hugger. He spat his words. Asked overly inappropriate comments and unsavoury comments. Even hearing about him Agent Flare could feel the tiny explosions break in her hand.
Quick, she needs an escape. Eyes scanning over for her safety cards. That list was relatively short: Level I Agents she trusted, Level I Agents she couldn't fucking stand, other Agents who she struck fear into and at the bottom Agent Splitter- her emergency exit. She scans around, her list hitting short.
And then she spots her. Agent Granite. The Fucking food stealer. Nope absolutely not. Yet the other red flag was walking into her direction. Oh for fucksakes. Agent Flare downs her drink, approaching the fucking food stealer. Her mind searching for something nice to say. "Agent Granite.Hello." she says. Fuck she was starting to sound like Agent Ymir.
who: Zaya & Aiyana @ofblitzd
where: the grand opening of anderson laboratories.
when: Few Hours In of the Night
Tonight, only one delicious thing would be touching her lips. The long lingers looks across the way. Ignoring thousands of people in the room. Each time, rushing by in the hand of another made her heart sink further. Oh the tragedy of being far away. Zaya's thoughts only fell to one thing. It was rare moments, when their lips brushed Zaya knew that she had found a piece of heaven in this hell scape. Nothing was going to steal this way for her. She swore it.
She bites down hard, no signs of letting go. As the delectable taste, so lustrous tingles all over her tongue. Truly a marvel. Truly a journey for the senses. The biggest thrill of her night. As hairs on the back of her neck stood on egde. An explosive taste that put her own powers to shame. Her true love for the night, Bouchée à la Reine. What on Earth did you think it was about? She was a committed women in a fakeass PR Relationship! Was Zaya not allowed to tiniest bit of pleasure tonight? Even if it meant food? The only actions she would be getting tonight. Her only inkling of joy.
Until, the worst of her night came. She'd secretly slip away from Agent Ymir to retrieve the hors d'oeuvres. As much as she is drinking tonight, she's smart enough to line her stomach. Fuck having a hangover the next morning. She was not dragging this misery for longer than she needed.
When finally, her love was insight. There in all it's glory lay a single Bouchée à la Reine on a silver platter. She reaches out quickly for her only saving grace. One last taste of joy before farwell. Her hand reaches over as fingertips brush against another. She clenches her hand, small harmless sparks around her hand flicker,"Leave it, if you know what's good for you!"
