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sethriverra:

it’s endearing, to say in the least, how eiffel flails about the moment she pulls away—does she really think she’ll drown in a pool? at their age? the odds are astronomical, especially considering that seth is a great swimmer herself. “don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere,” she reassures her, amusement twinkling in her eyes. she has to bite down on her lip to keep from outright laughing as she watches her girlfriend try ( and fail ) to do as she says. “well… you’re kind of swimming, i’ll give you that much,” she says, not one to bring her down, especially with how excited she seems. she is making an effort, after all. “here, do you see what i’m doing? try it like this. you’ll waste less energy this way.”

she’d have to admit , her version of swimming was pretty draining. “ kinda swimming and swimming , are the same thing! you can’t convince me otherwise. ” eiffel huffs out , paddling around in slow circles , around seth. never daring to venture farther than an arm’s reach away , irrational fear of sinking to the bottom , still at the forefront of her mind. making her way back towards her girlfriend , eiffel moves to cling to seth’s side. resting her chin ontop her wet shoulder. “ okay honestly , swimming is so overrated. it tires you out so fast , i don’t know how you do it. ” feeling bold , she leads them out a little deeper. cautiously paddling forward , trying to copy the other woman’s earlier movements. a little more success , but still not quite right. “ is ... this ... any better? ” she gasps out , struggling to keep her chin above the pool water.

#o ‘ ✨ c: seth

jacktcrrence:

jack almost chokes on air—he really should stop not expecting anything out of her. every time he thinks she can’t surprise him, she does. “you’ve never even—you know what? nevermind.” the last thing he wants to do is argue about something like that, and he knows damn well that she won’t back down from literally anything. “you know what? next time you struggle with a weapon on the field, i’ll remember that.” literally just pressing buttons, his ass. sure, that is technically all he’s doing, but coordinating some clunky character with the controls at hand is much harder than it looks. at least, for someone as inexperienced with it all as him. does anyone else even know how to play these games, anymore?

“oh, shut up,” he shoots back, although there’s no venom in his tone. he’s not to the point where he’s going to literally start trashing her game, not yet. for now, he’s just annoyed that he’s definitely every bit as terrible at this as she thought he would be. “oh, shut up,” he repeats, this time throwing her a look. “you know damn well that i don’t get along with your siblings. you three have that in common—i don’t get along with you, either.” obviously not true, considering that they’re hanging out, but that doesn’t stop him from saying it. “don’t worry about it. i’ll last at least ten, easy.”

eiffel doesn’t bother forcing back her taunting smirk , brow arched as if daring , jack to try and argue. humming victoriously , when he waved the white flag. “ mmhhm. that’s what i thought. quiet as a mouse. you know what jackie , i might be great at everything , sure. but when it comes to playing yourself , you’re the damn champ. ” she boasts , looking more than pleased , with her little victory. “ jokes on you , i’ve been taking extra weapon training courses. before you know it , i’ll be kicking your ass on the field , too. just you wait , jack-attack. ” an obvious fib , but she doesn’t care. so long as her friend’s buttons continue to be pushed , she’s a happy camper. “ just admit that you’re sucky at video games , periodt. i won’t think any differently of you , you know that. ” she continues to rib, turning to prop her feet up on his legs.

“ could’ve fooled me. you three get along swimmingly , from what i’ve seen. ” eiffel scoffs with a smirk , scrolling through the artillery options. “ oh , fuck off. you adore me , i’m your bestie and you know it. the sooner you admit it , the sooner i’ll quit messing with you. ” another little white lie , but she’s sure they both , know that. hearing his wager , earns another scoff. “on this level , you’d better last at least ten. but .... i bet if i were to set it at the hardest level , you’d be dead in less than that. in fact ... when i prove you right , you have to buy my smoothies for the next .... two weeks. ”

#○ ′ ✨ c: jack

sethriverra:

seth can tell that her girlfriend isn’t comfortable with the situation, now more than ever, but she appreciates that she hasn’t launched herself out of the pool, yet. if she continues on like this, she won’t force her to stick around, though—sunbathing isn’t a bad option, either. “well…” she trails off, deciding not to give eiffel too much trouble on her very obvious lie. she might not drown if put into water, but calling that swimming was… a little bit of a stretch.“ don’t worry, i trust you.” she gives eiffel a warm smile. it’s true that water and electricity are a bad mix, but she doesn’t think she’s that out of control. “it’s not so hard, just use your arms like this,” she says, pulling back just enough that she can give her an example of a breaststroke. “think of it… like swimming like a frog.”

there’s a brief moment of panic , as seth pulls away from her. eiffel’s arms flailed about , in an effort to relatch to her. “ okay , okay. like a frog , got it. just ... don’t go so far out , stay where i can reach you. ” she fusses while reattaching herself to her , only moving once satisfied , seth wouldn’t be out of arm’s reach. kicking out legs experimentally , eiffel tries swishing her arms out. after a few more failed attempts of actual swimming , she finally settles on a method. which looks more similar to doggy paddling , than swimming. “ hey! look! i’m moving! is this swimming, am i doing it right? i totally knew this would be easy , should have tried a long time ago.” sounding far too excited for not actually accomplishing , her girlfriend’s goals.

#o ‘ ✨ c: seth

jacktcrrence:

“you sure it’s my ego we’re talking about, here?” he asks, a teasing smirk spreading across his lips. “because we both know mine isn’t nearly as big as yours.” that’s about all he can manage while trying to focus on their game, his playful expression quickly falling back into his more usual scowl. it’s so easy for him to make use of these weapons, these tactics, in real life… but the controller in his hands isn’t as familiar as what he’s trying to make use of. it doesn’t help that they look like they were bought at some thrift store, either. do they even make models like this, anymore? he seriously doubts it. “i don’t need you to babysit me,” he repeats, somewhat snappily, throwing a quick glare in her direction. “i just need to get used to the controls. it’s not my fault you like playing outdated games.”

but he doesn’t exactly protest when she’s taking them back into options. maybe there is an easier setting, one he can practice on. not that he thinks he’ll really be getting the hang of this anytime soon. still, he isn’t about to make that known, instead sending her another scowl. “oh, shut up. you might have me beat on this old shit, but at least i can do these things in real life, where it actually matters.” but he doesn’t throw the controller like he really, really wants to, and gets his character over to the weaponry to take another pick. his choices don’t really change, though. he doesn’t want to waste more time on trying to figure out anything too different from what he was dealing with before. “come on, slowpoke., your turn.”

that earns a snort from her , as they continue on. “ yeah and neither is your dick , but ....” she trails off , with a nonchalant shrug of shoulders. “ i just need to get used to the controls. ” she mocks teasingly , head tilting back as she laughed. “ you’re literally just pressing buttons. it’s not that hard , torrence. ” eiffel deadpans , sticking her tongue out. making a face over at him , as he trashed her game. “ my games aren’t outdated , stop being so uncultured. they’re vintage , genius. there’s a new word for you , you’re welcome. ” with an overdramatic roll of eyes , she waits for him to finish.

“ if you need another practice round , don’t be shy. speak up , jackie. ” eiffel taunts smugly , picking out her weapons of choice. “ don’t worry , alright. my little brother had the same issue at first , when we first started playing. he threw a temper tantrum too , actually. you two seem to have that in common. maybe you two should be best friends instead of us , i could call him in , if you like? ” she’s full out laughing now. taking far too much joy , in messing with jack. all too tempted to instigate , between her friend and siblings. “ alright , let’s go. see if you can last longer , than five minutes. ”

#○ ′ ✨ c: jack

sethriverra‌:

“i’d sure hope you would. if i was dumb enough to let you drown, i’d deserve it,” she chirps, too cheerfully for the subject—it isn’t like she’s expecting anything to happen, though. she wouldn’t dream of letting eiffel drown when it would be so easy for her to help. “deep enough for a start,” she continues, biting her lip to hide another smile. her girlfriend certainly doesn’t seem comfortable, but the fact that she isn’t making a break for the steps is encouraging. “you can float, if you want. but swimming is what i had in mind.” she pauses, wondering if eiffel even knew how. “you know how to swim, don’t you? just a little?”

eiffel just wrinkles her nose at the other woman , still not making any moves to detach herself. deep enough for a start. comical , seeing as how eiffel considered it deep enough , period. she’s tense as she floats there , body ridged anytime the water rose. “ yeah , yeah. of course , i can swim. why wouldn’t , i know how to swim? come on babe , have some faith. ” she huffs indignantly , brows furrowed as she gives an experimental kick , of her legs. knowing fully well , seth can pick up on her fibs. “ isn’t this sort of dangerous though , i mean .... electricity and water? not that i’d lose control , just saying. ” she’s rambling. trying to get the topic of her lack of swimming skills. “ and what am i supposed to be doing , with my arms? am i supposed to just ... window wipe them , or what? ”

#o ‘ ✨ c: seth

sethriverra‌:

“if you were, i wouldn’t be able to tell when you do it,” seth points out, bringing a hand up to boop eiffel on the nose affectionately. she knows that her girlfriend isn’t the biggest fan of swimming, but she appreciates that she’s at least trying to make an effort. “i promise, if you start drowning, i’ll save you. i don’t think cpr will be necessary, though.” she smirks to herself as eiffel gasps, giving her another playful splash as she leads her deeper into the water. it’s definitely getting to that point where swimming should take place, too—at least for the smaller of the two. “don’t worry,” she says, laughing lightly; “i won’t make you wash all your hair extensions by yourself. we can use whatever bath bomb you want, too.”

despite her girlfriend’s very valid point , eiffel continues her pouty behavior. scrunching her nose up , as seth boops it. had in been literally anyone else , they’d have earned a left hook. it was actually humorous , just how sappy , seth could make her. “ i’m holding you that , just so you know. don’t think i won’t haunt you out of spite , because i will. ” she muses , splashing the other back. and then the security of solid ground beneath her feet , is gone. only the tips of her toes brushing against it , as she half floats and half clings , to seth. “ okay. alright .... this is deep enough , babe. don’t you think? ” the water is about chin level for her now , and her panic begins to set in again. “ right , of course. yeah. okay so .... i just ... float here? or ... do i like ... paddle , or something? ”

#o ‘ ✨ c: seth

jacktcrrence‌:

“i totally did,” he shoots back, a playful glint in his eye; “just because you’re pretending otherwise doesn’t mean we don’t both know that.” but he knows he isn’t playing the winning game, here. she’s not the type to readily admit to failing at anything, and he isn’t the type to press the issue too far. besides, he isn’t exactly good at losing, either. “is that supposed to deflate my ego? knowing i’m irreplaceable just makes me feel better,” he continues, nudging her back. “even if it is because i’m easy to rile, or something.” he doesn’t have as much of an issue admitting faults, so long as it’s the minor things—after all, he can’t exactly hide his temper. pretending he wasn’t prone to reaction was as ridiculous as her pretending she didn’t get her ass beat when they went toe-to-toe. “i’ll say it again—there’s a reason that lingo died off. i think it’s better to let it stay that way.”

he snorts, rolling his eyes. “when you can actually think of something i’d be jealous of, let me know. your vibe definitely doesn’t make the list.” not that much would. jack isn’t the jealous type—he has enough problems to focus on without thinking about how much better everyone might have it. it might be one of few things he actually learned from his younger years. aside from how to hide his moonlight activities better, that is. he watches carefully as she picks up her heavy-duty weaponry, deciding to opt for something less bulky for himself—although he does snag a few of the spare grenades, once he figures out how. admittedly, it takes him a moment to realize the command is shown on the screen. “don’t push it, nam. that blackened little heart of mine can always shrivel up more.” but that’s the last of what he has to say on the subject, mostly because she’s already starting the real game. “i’m sure i can handle it,” he scoffs, but does actually stick behind her character.

while she seems to have no trouble at all, jack himself… begins to lag behind. in person, he’s excellent with the types of guns he’s using. in a game he has no knowledge of, the controls feel clunky and unnatural. it’s frustrating, but he tries not to let that show on his face. whether he succeeds… well, he’s never been good at hiding those kinds of things. “don’t worry about me,” he shoots back, narrowly avoiding another embarrassing death by the AI. “i told you, i’ve got this. no need to come back and babysit m—oh, come on!” he can’t even finish his sentence before his next death. “this game is rigged, i’m telling you,” he mutters, scowling at the screen.

eiffel’s oh so mature response , to aggressively mock , jack. “ god , do you ever shut up? your ego and your head , are both way too big. someone’s gotta take on the job , of bursting your bubble. any bigger and you’ll start looking like the people , in the airhead candy commercials. ” she snips out , with a roll of her eyes. “ it died off because , no one was as epic as me , to keep it thriving. the world had to wait for me , to bring it all back to life. and you know what , jackie , it isn’t easy being so iconic. takes a lot , out of a girl. ” was her smug reply back , to her friend.

hearing jack’s response , only makes her snort as well. “ i’ll believe it , when i see it. ” eiffel shoots back , with a smug grin. “ i doubt it. you know life would suck , without me around. plus , i make work way more entertaining. ” she gloats , giving him another nudge. as the game continues on , she breezes through every obstacle. taking down all of the computer controlled avatars , within mere seconds. having years of experience with the game , it’s not much of a challenge anymore. it’s more of an easy win , against the inexperienced jack. something to hang over his head and poke fun at him about , while they’re at work. and just as she’d figured , jack is being killed off , yet again. “ hah! what was that you said , about not needing to be babysat? the game isn’t rigged , you clown. you just suck , at playing. there’s an old saying that applies to this , actually. game recognizing game , and you looking unfamiliar. ” eiffel continues to poke fun , as she goes back to the options menu.

“ here. let’s start you off on the weenie level , instead. ” she taunts with a smirk , setting up the new game. this go around , she allows jack , first pick in weapons. “ go ahead , princess. now you’ll have no excuses , for losing. i don’t wanna hear you whining , about the game being rigged. ” once they’ve both selected their weapons , she starts the next game.

#○ ′ ✨ c: jack

sethriverra‌:

“i guess i’ll just have to try harder, next time,” she replies, a sly smile working its way onto her lips. while eiffel is out of her element, she won’t do anything too mischievous, but the thought has certainly crossed her mind. “sweetie,” she continues, biting back a light laugh; “you know you’re such a bad liar, right?” not that seth can be mad at her when the worst she’s lying about is whether she’s trying to get out of swimming lessons. “don’t worry, baby, i won’t let you drown. i don’t think the pool is deep enough for that.” she doesn’t have that little faith in eiffel, either way—she isn’t totally helpless, after all. “well, deep enough to get your hair wet,” she replies, splashing some water in her direction. “come on, wading isn’t where the fun is. you have to actually swim.”

she gives her a playful little shove , continuing to follow her out further. another pouty little frown makes it’s way to her face as her girlfriend continued to poke fun at her. “ am not! i’m a great , liar! ” she protests with a laugh , sticking her tongue out. “ you never know though , gorgeous. what if i get a cramp , and can’t stay afloat? or my legs give out , and i slip under?” eiffel questions coyly , hands slipping down to the other woman’s waist. “ not to be dramatic but , you may , have to do cpr on me. just incase i take in too much water , or whatever. ” she muses , with a playful grin. gasping loudly , as the cool water hits her. “ babe , i don’t think you understand. i thought we were sunbathing together , okay. nobody has time , to be washing five bundles of hair. these extensions were expensive , okay. ” though she motions for seth , to continue leading them out. “ you’re helping me wash my hair , when we get back to my place. we can take a bubble bath or use a bath bomb , and then , you can stay the night. ”

#o ‘ ✨ c: seth

jacktcrrence‌:

“auditions? damn, am i really that hard to replace? here i thought you were just going to round up another coworker,” he teases, shaking his head. not that it would be hard—if she can manage to win his tolerance, he can’t think of anyone she couldn’t annoy into liking her. after all, he’s probably the last person in their work force ( or in general ) that will agree to hanging out with anyone. too much to do, he always says. it’s not entirely a lie. just a less direct way of saying he’s not fucking interested. “yeah, yeah, yeah—you and your excuses. is it really so hard to admit i kicked your ass?” probably, but he can’t exactly blame her for that. being a sore loser is something they have in common. “oh my god,” he groans, scrunching his nose up in faux disgust at her finger guns. “you really are obsessed with the early 2000′s, aren’t you? why don’t you use slang from your generation?”

he eyes her melodramatic display with much of the same expression. then again, he doesn’t have all that many to choose from. expressive is hardly his best personality trait. “i would, but knowing you… if i don’t kill your vibe early, it’ll fester into something worse. can’t take any chances.” he rolls his eyes, playfully swatting her back. “is loser really the best you can come up with? come on, eiffel, you’ve got to have more creative insults than that.” but he allows her to drone on about how to play the game, regardless. even manages to pay attention through some of it, imagine that. so far, although it takes him time to get used to using a controller, the training level isn’t so bad.

“moderate? fine, sounds good to me,” he says, shrugging a shoulder. almost says that she could go hard mode if she wanted… but decides against it. he doesn’t want to end up making too much of a fool of himself. after the last time that happened, anyway. he really doesn’t get paid enough to replace anything he breaks. “i don’t know if that’s worse, actually. if i break something of theirs, i know i won’t end up paying to replace it. you’re the only one who gets that out of me.” he flashes a smug smile in her direction. not that he’s planning on breaking anything, anyway. “fine, fine, i get it. if i get weird you’ll put on the kiddie game and try and force me to play it, and you’re pretty sure i’ll be losing the match. can we play, now? or are you going to continue to stall?” but before he can even finish taunting her properly, the game has begun—great, time for him to eat his words.

groaning eiffel throws her arms up , in mock frustration. “ you didn’t kick my ass , genius. i’ve said it literally a million times tonight. it was a mutual draw. no one won and no one lost , get over it , dip. ” hell would freeze over , before she’d admit to getting her ass handed to her. anyone who even remotely knows eiffel , knows she’s far too prideful and stubborn for that. “oh , don’t let your ego inflate. it’s not as easy as just finding another coworker , they have to be able to give the same reactions as you , when riled .” she jokes with a small nudge , towards her friend. “ and what’s wrong with being obsessed with the early 2000’s , they were lit. slang from my generation just doesn’t , have the same energy as the early 2000’s. ” the explanation is given as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“ see you say that but , it doesn’t ever actually work. we both know that , come on. and you know , my vibe is the friggin greatest. ” she continues on , rolling her eyes. “ oh my god , shut up , already. you’re so annoying , i literally cannot , with you. my insults and lingo are all awesome. stop being a hater for once , jack. you and the two terrors out there , are so envious and jealous , of how iconic i am. i’m telling you if you want lessons , i’m willing to help. just stop being such a dick , all the time. ” eiffel drones on , sinking further into her pillows. finally the game is starting , and they’re selecting their desired weapons. she’s grabbing the heaviest artillery there is , also snatching a few hand grenades because , why not. “ aawwe. i knew , deep down in that blackened little heart of yours , you liked me. just takes a lot of digging. ” she snorts out , with a wide smile. thoroughly enjoying the fact that she somewhat had jack , wrapped around her finger. her joking manner subsides though , as the game begins. “ okay , so just follow my lead. this first part isn’t too hard , more of a warm-up. ” eiffel explains , moving her avatar towards an abandoned factory.

true to her words , there isn’t much difficulty in the opening sequence. she has no problems in breezing through , covering both her and jack’s avatars , with ease. soon enough the game is split-screening , into their own individual missions. again , it’s not too difficult for her to manage. used to playing against her siblings , she doesn’t get distracted in looking over at jack’s screen. though she takes the time , to throw an occasional glance , over at the other. “ how are you doing , muppet? need me to come save your ass , yet? ” eiffel taunts , with a smug smile.

#○ ′ ✨ c: jack

sethriverra‌:

“a sack of bricks? i think you’re a little better than that,” she teases, continuing to lead her out deeper. at the moment, the water is up to her waist—not exactly deep, but seth is confident she’ll get there. even if it takes her the rest of the afternoon, she’s determined to get her in the water. swimming is one of her favorite things to do, and she wants to share a bit of that with eiffel. maybe she’ll even learn to appreciate it. “i know what you’re doing,” she says, swatting her girlfriend’s hand away from her swimsuit. “you’re trying to distract me. not gonna work, but maybe i’ll give you a reward if you come out a little deeper with me.”

“ flattery will get you nowhere , seth. i know you too well to be swooning , over all of your praisings. ” she says that , but can’t help but grin , at her. they’re waist-deep now into the water, her feet still securely on solid ground. it’s about as deep as eiffel has ever been , in any body of water. which she plans on keeping that way , though seth clearly has other plans. “ what do you mean , sweetie? i’m not trying to do , anything. ” she fakes innocence , hands slipping back to her girlfriend’s shoulders. “ oh , fine. but if i drown , it’s on your conscience. ” she’s being overdramatic of course , having no doubts , that seth would ever let that happen. “ how much deeper , are we going out? i didn’t plan on getting my hair , wet. ”

#o ‘ ✨ c: seth

jacktcrrence‌:

donniealevrz‌:

mxhellion‌:

Everything he hears through his earpiece makes him want to slam his head into the closest solid surface “ Do not engage!” he assertively hissed and scrambled when he realized that both of them, especially Fiffy was adamant when it came to engaging “Fiffy!” he practically yelled, within seconds he was climbing and jumping down to the ground and bolted for their location arriving in time to see Eiffel properly going at it in Donnie’s direction.

“Stop” his demand was followed by a crackle of silver and blue lightning that he aimed for that narrow patch of space between Eiffel and Donnie, making sure it hit no one but made enough of an impression to make them stop–and given how the wall cracked and burned at the hit, he sure did hope Eiffel would back up. Just then he was skidding in between Donnie and Eiffel, his back to Eiffel while his clenched fists were engulfed by an ominous blue ball of electricity. “Might as well give up– come quietly, no one needs the drama” he wasn’t taking his eyes off Donnie, eyes that glared a very loud Why didn’t you run in the opposite direction you idiot?!

[ boop @donniealevrz

Donnie knew that this was going to be a hot mess but then he was being attacked by a woman, and while her attacks weren’t the cleanest they were enough to amuse him for the time being. the technique needed a bit of refining, but her tenacity was what truly shined. donnie smirked as he created a construct, a wall to keep the distance between them and launched it at the woman. The lightning was certainly no surprise to him, he had expected max to show up at any given moment. But something bothered him, something he couldn’t put his finger on until he heard the woman’s voice. “Wait…Eiffel?” the man spoke up as he dropped his guard. “Last time I saw you you were with your two attack dogs at the park,” he said crossing his arms. “How are they?” he mused casually not taking note of the imminent danger he was in.

This was his chance to confuse the enemy, especially since they had met prior to all of this. “I don’t want to fight you, any of you, and if you want to take me captive, go ahead, but brainwashing won’t work on me, not anymore, i’ve already been subjected to it once and i’ve grown a resistance to it.” he bluffed, although he assumed part of it was true due to the nature of his powers. he could easily run away by using one of his shadow clones, but he didn’t really want to, not when max was also running a big risk here by using his lightning, so he would have to at least take the brunt of the fall for now.

“who’s this jack guy? i’d like to meet him, he sounds hot,” he mused. @jacktcrrence

if it wasn’t a mess before, it certainly is one now. no sooner has he quietly ordered eiffel to back him up has she flown past him and started throwing punches—good lord, just once could she listen to him? to think, he’s the one with the reputation for being uncontrolled, and he hasn’t even tried to make a grab for their prisoner yet. maybe the key word there is yet… “i haven’t—” he breaks off, taking a small step back to avoid the crackle of lightning that bursts through the space between all of them. “—engaged…” he sighs, eyeing max with a hint of relief in his expression. now that he’s here, he doesn’t have to get too close to donovan. or eiffel. or any of them. he can back up and try to keep his head on straight.

“i’d do what he says if i were you.” he nods in the prisoner’s direction, biting back a scoff. someone isn’t taking this as seriously as they should. really, he doesn’t know what to do with the supposed compliment. “and don’t try anything funny. you don’t want me intervening.” he gives donovan a long, hard stare before turning his attention back on his teammates. “the both of you…” he trails off, shaking his head. “we need to have a talk when we get back to headquarters.” but he isn’t going to bother with any of that in the midst of a battle zone, particularly not when they have a prisoner to escort. probably the only thing that’s gone right out of this whole operation, and even that’s questionable.

“let’s go. we don’t want anyone else showing up to play hero.”

[ @eiffelnam ]

eiffel had always had a habit of being overly , tenacious. that and she absolutely couldn’t stand , being ordered around. what could she say , it wasn’t her style. max’s orders to not engage are in one ear and out the other , as she continues her assault. probably enjoying the thrill of the engagement much more , than she should be. only coming to a skidding halt as the flash of blue , streaks in front of her. followed shortly by max , himself. not looking at all pleased , with the situation. she glares up at the back of his head , cringing at the use of ‘ fiffy ’. attention only diverted as her adrenaline rush comes down , and their so-called target , is acknowledging her. “ it’s , you! ” she proclaims , pointing a finger in his direction. “ donovan! what are you doing here , you’re with the group that we were scouting? what the actual , fuck.” his attempt at small talk is met , with a sharp glare. she feels like the butt end of a joke , and doesn’t like it.

thoroughly confused now , she stays quiet. looking form man to man , with furrowed brows. jack didn’t seem to know dono , but max did. it isn’t like she knew their prisoner very well , so she had no qualms , about dragging him in. a job was a job , right? eiffel does give an amused little snort , at jack and donovan’s exchange. “ ooooh , jackie has an admirer. how cuteeeee.” she draws out , childishly. seemingly forgetting about the mission altogether. as soon as jack is barking out another order , she shoves past him. moving to also push past max , whipping out a power stifling bracelet. devious little gleam , shining in her eyes. “ i’ll , lead the prisoner. you two muppets , follow my lead. looks like you’re in the trunk , buddy. no hard feelings , just how it’s gotta be. ” she sing-songs , over at donovan.

[ @mxhellion ]

#○ ′ ✨ c: jack #○ ′ ✨ c: maximilian #o ’ ✨ c:donovan

sethriverra‌:

there’s always something amusing when it comes to eiffel. this time, it’s the little pout on her face—seth knows she won’t admit to it, but she isn’t exactly blind. “that’s not true,” she says, gently tugging at her girlfriend’s hand to lead her deeper into the pool. so far, so good. “i wasn’t born knowing how to swim like this.” in fact, it was something she had to get used to, although it didn’t take long. in this form, she has no powerful tail to move her through the water, only the long limbs of a primate. “as much as you know i love sunbathing, i’ll have to say swimming is more fun. the water isn’t cold, either—not once you get used to it. i mean, you don’t think i’m icky, do you?”

her pout deepens as she’s tugged further out , into the pool. she’d much rather be sprawled across one of the pool chairs , soaking up the rays of the sun. preferably with , seth beside her. with or without their swimsuits , doesn’t matter to her either way. but for now , she’ll continue her little lesson. for how long though , is up in the air. “ oh whatever , the point is you’re naturally , a strong swimmer. you’re water dynamic or whatever , and i’m like a sack of bricks. ” eiffel continues to whine as she loops her arms around seth’s neck , treading fingers through her wet hair. “ of course , i don’t think you're icky. the opposite , actually. i think you’re stunning , when you’re all wet. ” she lets the innuendo hang in the air , tugging at the string of her girlfriend’s swimsuit.

#o ‘ ✨ c: seth

sethriverra‌:

[ @eiffelnam ]

“it’s okay, i promise,” she says, biting back a lighthearted laugh. she doesn’t want to make fun of eiffel, but it’s a little… cute when she gets nervous like this. “once you figure it out, you’ll never forget.” seth pauses, holding out a hand for her to take. “it’s like… what’s the saying? like riding… a bike!”

if she’s full out pouting over at seth , she refuses to admit it. they’re nearly knee-deep into the cool water , and that’s plenty deep enough for eiffel. with a dramatic sigh though , she’s accepting the offered hand. lacing her own fingers through her girlfriend’s , as she waddles closer. “ the irony of that , coming from you. you were literally born , already knowing how to swim. ” she huffs out , clinging to seth’s side. it’s not that she can’t swim , it’s just .... she’s by no means a strong swimmer. something about not having solid ground under her feet , sends her into a panic. “ isn’t sunbathing so much more fun , than swimming? being all wet and cold , is icky. ”

#o ‘ ✨ c: seth

jacktcrrence‌:

donniealevrz‌:

mxhellion‌:

[ @mxhellion ]

Maximilian actually finds that kind of funny, hence the appearance of the smirk “Fiffy, you scared?” he asks, taunting but entirely in a playful manner. There’s no venom in his tone, he just figured easing their nerves could help them more now that they were really getting into the tricky part.

No guards, that was never a good sign. They knew PRIME was coming or…or this was all just one big set-up. He clenched his teeth, trying to keep himself from talking out loud. He couldn’t possibly direct his own paranoia at them, the agents currently in the field seeing the situation first hand.

But then as if on cue a flicker of orange had him whipping to peer through the scope at the other end of the building. What he sees has him hissing a “Get out. Get out now, abort mission.” Having seen some familiar faces who generally hated on PRIME agents barrelling towards the same floor Eiffel and Jack were going to jump in was absolutely a viable reason for him to make that call and then he went ahead and made another call of his own.

He needed to warn the in-coming Forced conduits of the PRIME presence while not reading suspicion. So with a flourish he threw his sniper back and fired up the lightening. Sizzling veins of silver and blue lightning lit his form up like a beacon and then he flung his arms forth, sending the lightning for the mid point so that both the parties understood they would be better off leaving the vicinity immediately. He made sure none of it hit either his team or his all too familiar on-the-run- forced conduits. The lightning crackled and seemed to form claws hungrily reaching for anything with a beating heart. It shattered the windows, causing enough noise to have the incoming forced conduits whip around and retreat. He withdrew, quitting his attack, and scanned the area for Jack and Eiffel.

[ woop @jacktcrrence

After succeeding in following the intel that had been given to him by one of the moles in Prime, Donnie had made his way or rather infiltrated through a bit of smooth-talking. Now he was stuck in the midst of it all watching as everything around him seemed to spell out dangers but nobody else noticed. This was a setup it just had to be, every hair on his body was standing on end and he didn’t know if he’d be able to handle what would be in store.

It had to be an ambush it just had to be! Nothing else would make sense, nothing would be this easy, and as he kept up with the others he saw it, flashes of lightning. “All of you out now!” He yelled at the ones in front of him, but he couldn’t back out now not when he could recognize those bolts of lightning, and whatever would happen to him would be nothing compared to what would happen to Max if it was revealed that he gave away their position. So he had to take one for the team. “Better thank me for this one later, jackass.” he muttered under his breath as he kept barreling forward, using his powers to create objects as stepping stones to give himself a boost, jumping into the fray and looking all around him.

Donnie had to look like a chicken with its head cut off, unaware of anything that was happening and too frantic to realize. “Alright, I’m here bitches, come at me,” he goaded, knowing the fight wouldn’t last long and he’d most likely get captured but this would be an opportunity to know just who and what they were facing. @jacktcrrence

get out now, abort mission! jack hears the crackle of max’s voice through the comm channel, but from their position, the demand surprises him. they’ve just barely come up on their destination, and while the lack of… well, anything has everyone on guard, he doesn’t see or hear anything that would make the mission impossible. wait, scratch that. he hears the unmistakable crackle of lightning. “max, what are you doing?” he hisses into his mic, motioning eiffel forward so that the both of them can drop out of the vents. whether or not they back out now, he isn’t going to crawl his way back where they came. “what’s going on up there?” he tries again, keeping his voice low but no longer at a whisper.

“come on, let’s go,” he says, nodding at his partner. “we need to get out of the building before someone up there ends up shocking—but jack doesn’t even have time to finish his sentence. no sooner had he begun to speak when tendrils of lightning crash through the building, avoiding them but causing enough damage ( and noise, god the noise! ) to leave him a bit… speechless. “what the hell was that?” but he doesn’t expect an immediate answer—besides, the both of them still need to find their exit point. at least the windows won’t be a problem, anymore.

motioning for eiffel to follow again, he leads them out through one of the shattered windows. doesn’t really feel good about it, but at least they’re out of the building and back on the ground. but that doesn’t mean the action is over. his feet have barely hit the pavement when the conduit is upon them, goading them stupidly into a fight. alone? against the both of them? he really was expecting more out of this. “eiffel, back me up,” he shoots back toward her, already readying himself for a fight. “if you know what’s good for you,” he starts, focused on the man before them; “you’ll put your hands up and stay real still.”

[ @eiffelnam ]

she hates to admit how max’s words , send a few spikes of panic through her. it was supposed to be an easy in and out , mission. shit had hit the fan , and things were headed downhill. once they're finally back on solid ground , eiffel is listening intently , as jack attempts reaching max. “ of fucking course , things aren’t working in our favor. ridiculous. is it too much to ask , for a smooth mission? ” she huffs more to herself , than anything. following after her partner , she tenses at the release of lightning into the air. sharing a quick glance , towards her partner. “ show-out. let’s go , he must be trying to warn us. this could be some sort of set up , or ambush. we need , to get out of here. ” by now she doesn’t bother , with keeping her voice low. they’ve already been compromised , no need to try and conceal themselves.

just as they’re climbing out of the shattered window , another conduit , is skidding to a halt in front of them. another show off , just great. eiffel readies herself , for the obvious altercation. taking a position at one side of the man , while her partner takes the other. her eyes narrow , at the feeble little warning. and sooner than jack can finish , she’s throwing herself at the man. a barrage of punches and kicks are thrown , each charged with a powerful boost of electricity.

while her hits aren’t the cleanest , she’s consistent. all in an effort , to cage the man in. “don’t worry , i hear PRIME takes swimmingly , to rouge conduits. a few test experiments and mind brainwashing , i’m sure , you’ll become their newest puppet.” she boasts with a smug smirk , moving to create some distance between them. motioning for jack , to take the lead back.

[ @mxhellion ]

#○ ′ ✨ c: jack #○ ′ ✨ c: maximilian #o ’ ✨ c:donovan

jacktcrrence‌:

“maybe i will. next time you want a smoothie? you’ll have to pull from your own account,” he shoots back, something of a smirk stretched across his face. he know she isn’t terrible enough to ditch him over refusing to empty his wallet, but she’s certainly petty enough to do something about it. maybe she’ll try another of her embarrassing schemes—ugh, he can only imagine what else she’ll cook up to use against him. then again… doesn’t he have something to use against her, now? maybe it won’t be so bad next time… “you’ll box me for the title? didn’t you already try something like that earlier today? i don’t remember it going well for you,” he points out, a bit smugly. but obviously there won’t be any reason for her to fight him, not for reasons like that. training? sure. nothing else would make sense. “i don’t see enough smiles to refute that, but i still don’t believe you. or want your smiling lessons, or whatever.”

he snorts. “you sound exactly like my dad, actually,” he says, nudging her back. hasn’t talked to the old man since… well, since before he was drafted. but so what? there hasn’t been any reason to. “you know, now that you mention it, you do sound a bit like a broken record. maybe you should get that checked out. i’m sure PRIME has some sort of conditioning available for that,” he jokes, but only partly. they probably do have some silencing tactics out there. but not for stupid things that she says. “oh, i better pay attention? come on, it can’t be that hard. all it is, is point and shoot.”

“a crap—i’m a great liar, thanks. but i’m not lying. trust me, i’ll be fine.” he isn’t going to go berserk and trash her room, anyway. the worst that happens is he starts forgetting where he is. but that just makes him sink into whatever he’s sitting in. not trash televisions. that’s saved for his nasty temper. “you won’t have to make me buy you another television, or put some some stupid kiddie game. not that i’d play it, anyway,” he continues, grimacing. he can only imagine the stupid, childish games she has to try and force him to play. it just makes him more determined to prove that he’ll be just fine, damn it. “five minutes? you think i’ll be dead in five minutes? come on, eiffel. try to have a little faith in me.”

eiffel doesn’t bother trying to fight back, her laughter. knowing that was exactly , what he’d resort to. “ uhm , hold on. you never said you’d be trying anytime soon. you have to give me time , to figure out your replacement. hold auditions and everything you know.” she points out , with another snort. “ shut up , oh my god. like i said , it was a mutual draw. we both, won. i literally let , you get those blows in. plus! remember , i thought you meant , we were playing hooky. so i wasn’t in the right head focus.” the excuse sounds ridiculous even in her ears , but she isn’t letting jack claim that victory , so easily. “ you don’t need , to see any other smiles. what you do need , is to take my word for it.” and as if her trying to revive dead lingo wasn't enough , this time she’s throwing jack , finger guns. falling into a hearty round of laughter , at that.

“ enough , please. why you gotta kill my vibe , so hard? let me have that , at least.” sighing dramatically , she slouches into her fort of pillows. “ you’d think with work having such advanced tech , they’d have figured something out to cure your terrible case of , loser. but yet , here we are.” she shoots back , swatting his arm. “ yes , pay attention. it’s that sort of laid back attitude , that’s going to get you offed. if you’re just shooting to shoot , you’re going to run out of ammo. so there actually is more , than just point and shoot. dingus.” finally as the training level comes to a close , she’s grabbing her own controller. “we’ll start off on a moderate , level. since you know , everything.”

rolling her eyes , she just shrugs. going through the different locations , of the game. before settling on her favorite one. “ alright , alright. if you say so , i’ll stop bugging you. just saying , this is technically , my brothers’ console. so ….. if you fuck something up , it’s them , you’ll be in debt to. and i’m thinking that’s worse , than being in debt to me.” eiffel smirks over at jack , as the background information goes across the screen. “ and it’s my room , my rules. if i put on a kiddie game , you have to play.” she remarks smugly , sticking her tongue out. “ well … maybe more , than five minutes. i’d say ….. thirty minutes , max. you either run out of ammo or , you get killed off.” with a nod , she finalizes her prediction. sitting up , to properly play. “ alright , we’re together in this first part. but then it’s gonna switch to two , individual missions. but you know , on the same screen. so make sure you stay focused , okay.”

#○ ′ ✨ c: jack

jacktcrrence‌:

“so what happens when i don’t spend money on you? am i down to be replaced in that scenario?” he asks, cocking a brow. he doesn’t think she’ll actually kick him to the curb anytime soon, but he also has to wonder if part of her is serious about him… spending for her. he can’t imagine her brothers have much to pull out of their accounts, and now that he thinks about it, has she mentioned having anyone else she’s close to? maybe jack shouldn’t be as keen as he is to stifle her whining with his credit card. “oh, i don’t have to? then i won’t. haven’t you listened to anyone else? i don’t have a conscience,” he teases, a hint of a smirk passing over his face. “oh, you know i’m joking. i guess i could call us best friends.” nobody else is vying for the label anytime soon, anyway. “what’d i tell you? i don’t smile for a reason,” he points out, shrugging a shoulder. murderous at best. sounds about right.

his face scrunches up as she reaches over to flick his nose. really? again with being childish? to say nothing of her dumb sayings. “if i wasn’t already giving you way too much of my paycheck, i’d say i’d pay you to never say that again. god, you sound like a grandmother.” not that he would really know, but he keeps that thought to himself. she’ll more than likely get the message either way. “a classic. god, now you sound like my dad.” he pauses, turning the controller over in his hand. this one looks different than the last time he was invited to play video games. less breakable, too… that’s probably a good thing. “okay, yeah, that one i’ve heard of. didn’t they make ten million different versions before everyone finally let it die?” he has a vague memory of someone complaining about that to him.

he rolls his eyes again. “oh, now you’re worried about me? don’t you think if that was a problem, i’d have knocked you out when you did things like throw pillows at me?” so maybe he’s deflecting, but who cares? he’s not about to admit that something as stupid as a video game would give him problems. he’ll be fine! probably. “hey, worst case scenario, you zap me with lightning and i remember that i’m supposed to let you win. not that i will, but i’ll remember i’m supposed to.” he sighs, exasperated. “oh, please. training level? i probably know how to use these weapons better than you do.” not in a game and not with some stupid controller, but he likes to think his point still stands.

“ try it , and find out.” she sing-songs , with her own shrug of shoulders. she’d do nothing but complain and whine , for hours. annoying? of course. cruel? far , from it. “ i mean technically , that’s just what best friend status is. we hustle each other out of money , duh. just proves how legit , we are.” eiffel rolls her eyes , as jack continues. “ i’m sure it’s buried deep down , somewhere. hard to find , yeah. but not , impossible. you better consider me it , cause i’ll straight box you , for the title.” she can’t help but laugh , at her own joke. uncaring about how unlikely , the scenario actually is. “ you know …. with some hard work and practice ….. we can get that smile less …..you. and more , me. i have the best smile in all of PRIME. it’s a proven fact.” she mentions with a dramatic whip of hair. “ if you ask nicely , i may take pity and give you lessons.”

giving another shove ,she shoots him a look. “ oh , shove it. i do not sound like a grandma or your dad. gross.” she mock shudders “ seriously sometimes i wonder how, we’re still besties. i’m sounding like a broken record here , saying how lame you are. spare me , please.” she’s not all too surprised , jack’s heard of the game. he seemed the guns and glory game , type of guy. “ that’s the one , yup! can’t even remember when they finally stopped. but this one was one of my favorites , so you better pay attention.” eiffel all but demands , pointing towards the television screen.

“ there’s a reason why you were combat and not an intel gatherer. you’re a crap liar , sometimes.” eiffel fixes him with a squinted look , trying to read if he was being honest. she’d always had a talent for poking and prodding , information from others. “ look i’m just saying , you mess something up , you’re replacing it. if you start getting to antsy for my liking , i’m putting some kiddie game on , for you.” there isn’t much room for negotiation in her tone , as she bumps their shoulders. “whatever , oh my god. you’re ridiculous , you know that. but whatever you say , muppet.” she partially let’s it die , for now. “ yes training level , genius. what’s it matter if you know how to use these , irl? your fingers don’t have the muscle memory , for the game controllers. you’ll end up dead , in less than five minutes.” she points out , with a snort.

#○ ′ ✨ c: jack

donniealevrz‌:

“thanks, and i know you didn’t need any help, but i’m selfish and wanted to sit down and see your dogs better.” donnie shrugged, chuckling at the remark, seeing the man that had walked away looked back before donnie shot him a wink. “they’re cute, and maybe could even be trained to be attack dogs with the right incentive, just make someone look like a chew toy.” the man joked. “you might not be a damsel, but i definitely am, no shame there, i wouldn’t mind a man coming to my rescue, but only if he’s paying for food, otherwise what good is he to me. the name’s donovan, but people call me donnie.” he mused offering her a smile. “seems like you needed a day for yourself, given that you’re out here in this park, and trust i would’ve remembered seeing this dogs. usually, the only dogs that wander around here are the guy that was sitting here.”

she shoots the man a squinted glance , as he speaks. practically disregarding , her little outburst. no fun , at all. “ well .... they are , gorgeous. so it’s only natural , you’d want to see them up close. i’ll permit it , i guess.” eiffel huffs , claiming the remaining space of the bench , for herself. fighting back a small snort of laughter , at the mention of attack dogs. “ oh yeah , i’m sure. two roly poly , puppies? absolutely terrifying , and ferocious.” she laughs with a shake , of her head. even she had to admit there was no possible way , to view her dogs as vicious. “ well actually ..... when it’s put into that context , you’ve got a valid point. getting free food is worth , being the damsel , i guess.” easily , she’s falling into a joking and laid back , mood. giving a shrug and extending out her hand , in greeting. “ and i’m , seo-hyeon. but eiffel , is what doesnt , get butchered. and you could say that , i guess. mainly an excuse to get those two , out and about. and i get out of dealing with arguing , siblings.” she admits with a lazy shrug , leaning into the bench. “ what about you , you’re here always or what?”

#o ’ ✨ c:donovan

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