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GREENER GRASS
Exxo would be happily settled in suburbia with Cardinal. He would do something mundane for work. Personal trainer, landscaper, contractor... something outside of the normal 9-5 office gig. He knows he would hate that. He and Sterling would probably have at least one child, perhaps several. He always wanted to be a dad, he just never found the right person to do it with.
Disco would continue his hustle as a backup dancer for the pop divas, but by thirty he would (ideally) graduate to the job of choreographer instead of being told how to dance. Or maybe he would just pioneer a dance routine that would go viral on TikTok and make him the next Hawk Tuah girl or whatever. He doesn't really care as long as he becomes famous.
Torque would have continued trying to break into the professional wrestling world, but eventually he'd likely give it up and focus his talents elsewhere. Maybe become a wrestling teacher at his old high school. Those who can't do, teach, after all... right?
Without Pandora, Lock probably just continues on the path he'd already been on — FBI agent, eventually retiring from active status and starting a home security firm like he'd always planned on doing. Very boring, but it suits him.
Assuming Anomaly actually exists without Pandora, he would (unfortunately) be a foster kid who ages out of the system and forced to fend for himself. Maybe he joins the military due to a lack of options, or he turns to prostitution, or just travels around looking for whatever work he can get... definitely not the happiest situation of this group.
Serpente probably goes to high security prison if Pandora doesn't exist as a failsafe option for his heist gone wrong. He'd just find a way to break out, though. Or he buys himself out of it, because rich parents.
Zen continues his boring corporate job. Maybe retires early to start a spa, or a tae kwon do school. Something that gives him an outlet to practice and preach what he loves.
@psivn: 🗣 "Don't mind me. Just enjoying the view."
Ever since that last operation, Antonio felt he'd gotten pretty close to Solaris. The fact that their teammates were so much younger than them —and also twins— already would have bonded them, but the fact that those two were related had an additional effect of making them somewhat feel like the mom and the dad of the team.
(Toni, obviously, saw himself more as the father.)
So when he catches the other watch him work out in the gym, he doesn't feel self-conscious or uncomfortable. If anything, it put him more at ease. He always had a tendency of being a showoff — ironically, given his specialization in thievery.
"What, specifically, about this view do you enjoy, mio caro...?" he returns, his tone dripping in seduction. He couldn't help that part. Just came naturally.
Honestly a good chunk of Pandora didn't feel that fondly towards Lifeweaver. Sure, being able to bend life energy itself is a powerful ability. But people have seen how greedy Niko can be with it. How high he gets off of the rush at taking, and how hard it can sometimes be to give it up. Still, Lifeweaver didn't mind people's hesitation around him. Because at the end of the day? He's not a nice person. And most of the other people here aren't either. And they need to stop deluding themselves that they are.
Lifeweaver looked up from where he was dressing someone's wound when the other called out to him. A spark of annoyance rushing through him. We could show him that he's half right with that name, the voice whispered in his head. But Niko ignored it. "You're good." He said as he tightened the bandage, watching as the other man winced in pain.
Lifeweaver's eyes turned towards Paco before gesturing to the chair in front fo him. "Sit. And tell me what's bothering you and what injuries you sustained." Lifeweaver's words were an order. No room left for doubt or debate.
"Well, at this age, any number of things can be bothering me," Paco quips, not quite laughing at himself but noting the drollness of his own tone, which did make him chuckle. A very "him" thing to do.
"I mostly just got the shit slapped out of me a lot, which I used to be able to take more of, but I am in my fifties, now... so."
"You ever think about quitting this place? We're probably not even allowed to do that, but sometimes I'm like... well shit, I didn't even get fancy special powers out of the ordeal. I'm mostly just a babysitter who occasionally gets to do stuff in the field. You know what I mean?"
deep in thought, little mind was paid to the outside world. he felt like a zombie, a husk of himself. he's only here because of the temporary reconstruction of his room. it wouldn't matter anyway, he wouldn't sleep until his body foricibly turned the lights off on him.
slow to react, it takes a moment for him to glance up at the agent before him. just as slow, does he take in the information. blinking, there's a delayed start.
" yeah-... uh, of course. i'm sure i can get access to the servers. don't know if they'd be mastered already but... hey, a preview is a preview. "
his lips purse, offering a gentle nod.
" shouldn't be too hard. give me... five minutes? "
"Honestly, I've kinda learned to not be such a size queen about everything since getting here, so I'll take whatever you can find," Sway shrugs. "I'm literally just begging for scraps of whatever you cute little fingers can't fine me so I don't wanna, like... you, know, jump off the roof of this place. A girl needs her bops..."
He lingers around, waiting for the other to give him something to respond to. For as gregarious as he could be, he did need some prompting every now and then, and Cypher didn't exactly seem like a Chatty Cathy.
"Five minutes? Dang. Normally I don't like when a guy finishes that fast, but I'm not complaining now— where did you learn how to do all that stuff? Or is it, like your special power? Or both? I'm actually, like, really good at reading people, and the serum just boosted that up a bit—"
Charade had seen that behavior before. It wasn't easy to open up to someone you barely know. Most of the agents he worked with in the past didn't even realize that something was troubling them until they heard themselves talking about it out loud.
“I’ve been on some difficult missions in the past,” He continued from the opening Torque gave him. “Many injured, some left to save themselves. All in the name of the greater good. It wasn't easy, but that's the job we signed up for. At the end of the day, Atlantis was waiting for us. We had the chance to decompress. Leave all that bad stuff behind…”
He leaned back on his chair, sitting very casually. He didn't want this to sound like a therapy session, but a conversation between friends.
“Now our home has been invaded. It's a big deal. The one place we dared to feel safe.” He placed a hand over the other's. “It’s unsettling. For me, at least. I don't want to speak for others. But what keeps me going is knowing we’ll come back stronger from this.”
"Yeah, it's just like... shit, you know? More of us could been really hurt back there. Kind of a miracle more of us weren't. Even with me being such a big, strong dude with a lot of power in me, I'm still like–"
And then he makes an exploding gesture with his hands, complete with sound affects. Torque was nothing if not theatrical. Wrestling experience and all.
"How do you keep so calm? You're, like, really good at that. You could've been a therapist or something in the real world. Unless you were and that's why you're here? I forget what people around here did before Pandora..."
He was fully aware of how potentially painful it was for Barney to admit that. And there was a part of Shadow that wanted to chuckle at that response, probably because it was the very same one he would give if the situation were the reverse. “I don’t blame you.” He really didn’t. Barney had every right to be upset or confused or even want an explanation regarding the whole ordeal – and while Mathias understood him, he was not the one who could provide said answers. He stuck with Sterling. His best mate, his confidant, the person he held closest in and out of Pandora. Funny – both of them had such a strong connection to this one person and yet they haven’t tried finding common ground between them.
”You were in the right for being upset.” For being caught off-guard, for wondering, for not knowing that to do or say. “But the past is in the past, Barney.” Let bigones be bigones. Water under the bridge and all that. And with Cardinal present, they would see a lot more of each other around. They already did before but this was… different. The circumstances themselves were different. “I don’t think you were a…” His lips pressed tightly together as Mathias found a work around the curse word. “A little bitch. You were entitled to it. Lots to process.” Anyone in his position would blow up and start swinging. Thank God for moderation. “This is merely a new chapter for all of us. You, me, Sterling.” And if there was one thing both of them could agree on: was Sterling.
”Speaking of…” There was a pause. A slight hesitation as his jaw clenched for a fraction of a second, while Shadow tried to avoid Barney’s gaze in this sensitive topic. “How are things between you two? I understand if you do not want to talk about.” Again, sensitive. “I just want to see him happy. You make him happy. If there’s… anyway I can… assist…”
Barney didn't hate Mathias, to be clear. He thought the guy was perfectly fine. Their relationship just reflected the classic thing of not necessarily being besties with your partner's bestie. This whole Pandora situation aside, Barney just never felt compelled to get to know him so personally, at least before they both ended up here. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to connect.
"Well, I've processed it all now. Took me a minute but I'm there. Sterling and I are sort of alright now. I'm not back to completely trusting him after what he —both of you— did to me, but... I don't want to be mad at him anymore. Which means I can't be mad at you, either."
A beat of silence, and then he hears the other respond.
"Assist—?" he asks, with a quirk of the eyebrow. "How so?"
Pixie nodded his head when the other agent said that he needed to go to the bathroom and that he would be back. "Alright. Don't keep me waiting handsome." Pixie said with a laugh and a cheeky grin as he happily settled down onto the bed. His muscles relax and clearly still in the afterglow of such a great orgasm.
As Pixie laid in the bed and just kind of relaxed, he let his eyes look over the room. Curiously taking in the design and decor. He was a little...Distracted earlier. So he didn't really care much for sight seeing the room. But now Milo figured it wouldn't hurt to take a moment to check out his surroundings.
Pixie stretched in the bed as he waited, happily oblivious to the other agent's concerns.
Pax takes his time walking to the bathroom, knowing every step taken was just delaying the inevitable expectation of cuddling up to the person he'd just had sex with. When he arrives, gazing into the mirror over the sink, he wonders why his brain had to be so broken like this. Why couldn't he just be normal? Not recoil at the thought of intimacy? It felt awful.
So maybe he could ignore that. Do something else that didn't plague him so much... more sex.
Finally, he returns with an agenda, seeing Pixie's gorgeous body laid out so beautifully before him. "You want me to eat you out—?" he asks, knowing this would be proven as a loaded question imminently.
Daniel Dae Kim in Hellboy (2019) dir. Neil Marshall
@thrallttleme: 🗣 "It's four in the morning. What are you doing?"
Archie hadn't expected someone to join him at the hot springs at this time of night —or morning?— but the company wasn't unwelcome. He knew he seemed a bit introverted, and to some degree he deemed as much to be true about himself, but he actually enjoyed being around others. In the real world, his corporate job left him so lonely. Sometimes we went days (or even weeks) without a genuine human connection, back in his old life. At least here, he could always find a friend to talk to... and failing that, someone to at least acknowledge his existence.
"Oh, just meditating," Archie answers, not moving from his position on the mat below him, or turning to face the voice behind him. "I like the stillness of this hour... it brings me peace. Atlantis can be so crowded during the day. Not exactly amenable to quiet reflection. But if you'd like to join me, it would be no bother—"
@uncanines: 🗣 "Can you keep a secret?"
Archie liked that it seemed his fellow agents felt as though they could trust him with such valuable discretions. He wore a lot of hats within Pandora's ranks; such was the career of a non-division operative like himself. His duties as "wellness director" did include light therapizing, thus explaining why Polaris had come to him
"You would be surprised to know the full extent of my secret-keeping capabilities, Agent Polaris," Archie chuckles. "But yes, I can certainly keep a secret, and I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing it. What's up?"
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agent cypher couldn't remember the last time he'd slept, or ate for that matter. much of the weight he'd gained during his two years of training had evaporated over the past few days.
every waking hour had been dedicated to keeping himself busy. work, gaming, whatever kept him distracted. he couldn't stomach thinking about anything else, he'd break under the pressure. nothing in his two years of training could prepare him for this.
it was in the early evening, dark circles under his eyes. he's tucked in a quiet corner of a mess hall, hunched over his laptop. he feels as if he's moving in half-time, slowly tapping at his laptop. it was busywork, sorting through some files and organizing them, but it kept him sane.
yawning softly, he doesn't bother looking up, even when another agent spots him from across the room.
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Swayze was not a man of tact or sensitivity. He felt that was one of the things people loved most about him. (Wrong.) He thought people liked how chatty and easy-breezy he behaved in most normal situations. (Also wrong.) When he sees Cypher alone, he decides now is a good time to drop in with a query.
"SO—" he announces with a huff, sitting down besides the other. "Normally I would ask Gridlock to do this stuff for me, but... you're a hacker or something, right? I got a job for you. Sabrina Carpenter... you know her, right? Of course you do, you're gay. I assume. WELL—"
"Heard she has a new album coming out, which means surely the raw files must be laying around on a server somewhere... think you could track those down for me? I'll be forever in your debt, babe—" he says, placing a mildly flirty hand on one of the other's. "And Disco always repays a debt... usually, unless you piss him off. But that never happens. I'm, like, sooooooooo easygoing..." except that one time someone said to my face how they thought Donna Summer was mid—"
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in the wake of destruction, charade saw an opportunity to step back into a version of himself he hadn’t thought about in a long time. before pandora, the mutation process, and the dangerous missions. before he gained the power to manipulate reality – or at least, someone’s perception of reality. back when his main job was to help intelligence agents get themselves back together between assignments, instead of being the one sent into the fire. pandora was weakened now, but it would rebuild itself soon enough. no one was idle. everyone was helping in any way they could. so charade found a small, dimly lit corner of the theatre on level 6, undamaged by the invasion.
he took a seat. if someone needed to talk, he was there. a calm presence amidst chaos. if the weight of the job was too much for someone to handle, they could come to him and let it out of their chest. if they were grieving or just needed not to be alone, the silence beside him was a safe place. he didn’t pry. just sat. listened. talked, when talking helped. he was there – willing to be whatever they needed him to be.
"take your time," he offered the agent a soft smile. "you don't have to talk if you don't want to."
Jon never believed in therapy in the real world. Why would he talk about his problems to a glorified stranger? And pay for it, even? Waste of money. He preferred to channel his anger into his work. But without his work —wrestling— and sporadic missions as an agent of Pandora, maybe it did pay to talk stuff out with someone.
"Well," he begins with a heavy sigh. "That was a lot, right? Like, even for our standards. Sometimes I think about all the shit we see here, and it's like, whoa. We're really doing all that. You know what I mean—?"
