[filicides]

𝐟𝐢𝐥·𝐢·𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 /ˈfiləˌsīd/ noun. the killing of one's son or daughter.

❪ AGENT CHIMERA ❫ wrath﹐ berserker form. ❪ AGENT ONI ❫ envy﹐ astral manipulation. ❪ AGENT COPYCAT ❫ acedia﹐ power mimicry.

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[filicides]

"ouch." j.j. hisses as he gingerly steps from the blazing sun into a nice, cool shaded area. his shoulders were a brilliant red, splotches of crimson across his cheeks and nose. normally, he tanned pretty well, even without sunscreen, but he was no match for the philippines.

"you got any sunscreen in your juices, phoenix?" it was a bit crass to ask in such a way, but he wasn't exactly known for his conversational skills; certainly why he wasn't recruited, either. "i'm bein' burnt alive out here."

@pandorasparasite

[filicides]

agent oni smiles as he brings over a couple of blended drinks. it's not without purpose, an ulterior motive, even if said motive was mostly innocent. he's fantastic at his poker face though, maintaining the hints of a smile as he approaches another agent.

"agent killshot." he greets with a gentle hum. "i would've thought you'd be making trouble by now, not lounging by the beach." he unceremoniously plops down beside his fellow agent, grinning as he extends the spare drink. "unless... you're simply waiting for the other shoe to drop."

@pandorasparasite

[leschevalier]

that compression shirt hugged against chimera's tight body like a second skin. glamour took a moment to appreciate it, drinking in every groove and inch of the boy. "nope. I wasn't too familiar with any of them." glamour kept other agents at arm's length at all times, knowing it was foolish to form attachments. "I hope you weren't." glamour doubted that much. chimera didn't seem too torn up at first glance, which was good. he had never been a fan of tears. "We haven't had the pleasure of speaking much. Tell me about yourself, cutie." Inside of the kitchen, Glamour moves them to the counter where he takes a seat on a barstool. He pats the spot beside him, "C'mere. I promise I won't bite."

[filicides]

"i keep to myself." it was with good reason, most had known him as dangerous, an allegiant agent that proved to be too risky. even after their previous missions, he couldn't help but wonder why he was kept alive; maybe they still had use for him. he wondered what would happen when they didn't.

he frowns, brows knit together as he reluctantly climbs into the seat beside the forthcoming agent. chimera wasn't the social type, deeply mistrusting outside of combat scenarios. "i'm afraid i can't tell you much. i don't recall much of my time before a certain point." he taps anxiously on the bar. "yourself...?"

[spideybrie]

THOMAS WTF

[leschevalier]

"you look awful, sugar." glamour gives the boy a pout, finding his turmoil utterly delectable. chimera looked like a puppy that had just been scolded, and it touched him. glamour always had a soft spot for boys who were rough around the edges, and truthfully, what happened mattered very little to glamour. they had all signed their lives away when they joined pandora, death was always a possibility. chimera joining the fray, flanked by snipers, ready to tear apart his fellow agents, was more intriguing than it was concerning. "come on. let's take a walk to clear your head." he guides chimera by the small of his back down the hall, allowing the boy to control the pace. "what happened wasn't your fault. don't beat yourself up, sugar." glamour offers a kind smile to chimera, hoping he can milk some juicy details out of the twink. "if you don't mind me asking: what was the last thing you remember?"

[filicides]

chimera's brows furrow, glancing down at his attire. he was in standard fare, a white compression shirt and a pair of loose pants. it was comfortable, he didn't see how he looked any worse for ware. still, he wasn't one to fret over his appearance too much regardless.

"my... head is fine." he retorts with a gentle huff, though the truth was far from his proclamation. the alterations to his brain are what caused his plight in the first place.

he follows nonetheless, shaking his head as they traverse the halls. "nothing of note, nothing that can assist us." he casts a sidelong glance. "did you know any of the deceased?" voice quieter now.

[myriadpandora]

"Hey there Chimera. Didn't think I would see you around." Colony had been making rounds it made everything feel normal and not all melancholy and sad. It was like tragedy hung in the air and he was ready to shake it off. It was upsetting their fellow agents had died. But when a colony lost it's members you didn't mourn for ages you fill the ranks. New workers. New soldiers.

"Hey don't worry so much about me, nobody I was close to died, and while it was sad, I don't need your condolences." Colony smiled at Chimera, he held a hand out to him, and offering to walk with him if he wanted. "It was kind of you though. How are you doing? I heard- well. You can never fully trust what you hear can you?"

[filicides]

"it was advised i acclimate myself as soon as possible." the less they saw of him, the more distrust they'd hold of him. despite the insistence that his programming was being reversed, there would always be a sliver of doubt amongst their allies.

he nods solemnly, speaking nothing more of the deceased. their bodies were being laid to rest and deserved their peace, even if he hadn't formed connections with any of them.

"it doesn't matter how i'm doing." he replies curtly, walking beside the other male. "what matters is how we move forward as a unit."

[eyespiies]

Something about the callsigns here felt a lot less informal than they did in the Marines; maybe it was just the fact that he didn't know anyone yet. Nicknames without the sense of camaraderie attached felt so... cold.

"Agent XO," Barney returns. "Mentor. Justice division. "Sounds pretty bad, then. I'm guessing people died? That's tough. I know what it's like to lose men. But I'm used to it. A lot of you here seem kinda new to stuff. How long were you in training? You seem... green. Fresh. Almost too fresh."

[filicides]

"yes." chimera responds as if he's in debrief, recalling events to the best of his ability. "agents pulse, harbinger, ouroboros, hive, fracture and kagami were all killed in action." deep down, he couldn't help but feel a bit responsible.

"i'm... not sure, sir." formal, now that he was dealing with someone he deemed a superior. "for quite a lot time, even before here." it seemed he retained his training at least, saying nothing of the memories attached to them. "but i'm plenty capable."

[eyespiies]

Barney hadn't even been here that long, but his own personal bullshit aside, it seemed like everybody around here went trough some traumatic recently. He felt kind of curious about it, but he didn't feel compelled to ask anyone. He had enough baggage right now regarding his husband. Perhaps whatever the problem was, these people would get over it soon enough.

So naturally, the first person he runs into today has to bring it up.

"Oh, you mean about the thing everybody seems upset about, aren't you?" says Barney, a bit flippantly. "I'll be honest with you, man, but I have no idea what you're talking about. I literally just got here the other day. Haven't really had time to get an explanation. Was it really that bad? Not I don't wanna hear about it, but I got shit I need to do today—"

[filicides]

"mm." chimera nods in understanding. "i only recently was released from my training into the program as well." it almost felt too easy, but he'd endured plenty prior, and his latent powers had made the transition a bit easier. now, he wasn't sure where he stood with the rest of them.

"i... don't recall much of it." he admits, the second half of the mission a total blur. still, he remembers being out there in the field, the sinking feeling that something bad was yet to happen. "but yes, bad."

clearing his throat, the smaller male offers a gentle nod. "i'm agent chimera, wrath division."

[herolysium]

LOCATION :      LEVEL 05 - POOL.

"   if you're here to ask me to go back to that goddamn medical bed, i'll throw you out of this room.   "           theseus says, his voice was weak and still hoarse from the events in the caves, and his body is barely keeping him up as he sat on the side of the pool. but his threat was true, and said with an undeniable firm tone. because of all the things he wants right now is to stay in bed.

bed means he will be alone, and being alone is an open ground for thoughts to form ... and to taunt, and to scream at him for things he did his best to control.

here? he can at least distract himself with the sound of the water as played with it with his feet. the sound of the myriad of engines and machines that keep atlantis afloat vibrating through his fingers. and somewhere deep, a sing song voice of it's very foundation soothing him. he can find peace from the thoughts here.    "   i just ... need some time. i'll go back soon, okay?   "

open for everyone ! @pandoradatabase.

[filicides]

"i wasn't." the voice is cool, calm, perhaps even musical as it bounces from the walls of the pool room. this place makes him sick to his stomach, if he were being honest, too many memories were left here. but alas, he was keeping track of the recovery of the returning task force, which includes theseus here.

"but it would be interesting to see you try." he smiles, moving closer, but still maintaining a comfortable distance for the returning survivor.

"as long as you're meeting the recovery milestones, i don't see why they'd confine you to a bed. getting up and moving is probably better for you."

he gives pause, his voice softening.

"but this isn't about the physical recovery, is it."

[filicides]

it felt like forever before chimera was set to be released, spending days undergoing psych evals in between intense questioning. it felt like more of the same, gaps in his memory that were difficult to explain. it was almost as if he'd gone down for a nap, but the whole world had changed around him in that time.

they looked at him different, treated him different, but for chimera, it felt like nothing had changed at all.

when he emerges from his room, it's the for the first time in nearly a week. he simply goes where his feet lead him, mindlessly stalking the halls.

the energy around him was palpable, whether it was a shift in their perception of him or... simply coming down from the intense rush of a mission. maybe they were simply mourning their dead.

"i... heard about what happened." he finally speaks, making the first real human connection in what felt like forever. "my condolences."

open

[filicides]

"welcome back." forest greets politely, looking laid back despite some of his injuries. his arm was in a sling, an eye patch over one eye, appearing as if he'd suffered in some great battle. luckily, he quells the assumption fairly quickly.

"no need to worry, i suffered these injuries not from combat, but... an accident." unfortunate at best, embarrassing at worst. still, better to be hurt out in the field than simply being foolish. "i assure you, they won't affect my abilities."

motioning toward the tea set nearby, he takes a seat.

"how are you feeling?"

open

[filicides]

j.j. is slumped across a chair, very clearly feeling a bit bored and restless. things had been so hectic and uncertain, but he rarely dwelled on such matters. still, he couldn't help but feel the need for stimulation, something to do.

agent volt is very clearly in his vision, sighing more loudly now to get his attention.

“hey, v. you wanna do somethin' fun and adventurous?”

@desknned

[capedauthority]

@theirchimera

One place you can almost always find Monolith was somewhere within level 05, training some aspect of himself - whether it was his body or his powers - and today was no exception. After struggling to find some sleep, and a roommate that was hovering above him waiting for him to fall asleep, the Pride agent decided to simply head to the gym to make productive use of his time. If he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep, he might as well do something to prepare himself for the next mission... The mission that had quite a few agents worried, a mission that had already claimed two of their own with one missing in action...

The gentle giant pushed himself until his muscles ached, but his mind kept running back to the mission. Confident in his abilities, he couldn't help but think that if he had been there, then perhaps Berg or Parasite would've been able to return home with the others and Nightshade wouldn't be missing - but he also knew that Berg and Parasite were capable agents themselves, and they did what they did to save the others. It had him worried, if only marginally, that not even he would be able to save everyone.

His face settled into a solemn expression, something that was out of place on the otherwise serious or friendly agent, as he sat on a bench in the communal showers. With as many agents as they were planning to send back there, he knew that it would be difficult to try and save everyone but... damn it, that's exactly what he'd try to do. And, just as he was about to rise up from the bench, he could hear the door squeak open and he saw the familiar figure of Agent Chimera.

"Get in some good training too, Chimera?" the pride agent asked, his expression quickly flittering back to his signature friendly smile.

[filicides]

agent chimera had been pretty quiet since the debrief of their last mission. admittedly, he couldn't help but feel a bit responsible for it all. survivors guilt, maybe, but he was birthed from the very thing they were fighting now.

or... at least he thinks he was. the memories, for better or worse, were still gone.

his jaw clenches as he enters the room, towel draped firmly around his waist. expression empty, his response is short, straight to business.

"yes sir."

[grimmacing]

“  you  look  absolutely  ridiculous,  copycat.  “  the  other  agent  in  his  canary  yellow  shorts,  floaties,  and  aura  was  quite  the  sight  to  beholden  for  someone  who  he  knew  could  be  incredibly  dangerous  otherwise.  “  nailed  it,  for  sure.  “  wren  was  usually  one  to  allow  ridiculousness  in  his  life  and  it  was  nice  to  have  someone  else  who  was  willing  to  embrace  that  as  well.  “  they  look  a  little  snug  on  you  though.  ”  without  skipping  a  beat,  wren  moved  forward  and  stuck  his  fingers  into  the  waistband  of  jj's  boardshorts  and  attempted  to  wiggle  two  digits  in  without  very  much  success. 

[filicides]

"the fit is hard, you gotta admit that." j.j. snickers as he stands there proudly, even striking a pose for agent boon, flexing. sure, they may be risking their lives for this, but he could at least have his fun where he could. besides, now he got to rope someone else into his shenanigans.

"i could take them off." he wriggles his brows, a hand resting comfortably on the man's hip. he never minded close contact, being a support agent and a power thief, it was kinda his gig. "but... we'd probably get kicked out."

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