Agent R

former thief, agent for 2 years

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agent-i:

i stared at him, eyebrow cocked. “…skating… like at rockafeller? or in-line?” he wasn’t suprised r turned him down, he always did, but skating was definitely new. “why?”

"Oh, Rockafeller is where it’s at,” R said cheerfully. “At least that’s what a tour guide said the other day. Been in New York for a few years now, but I’ve still got things to check off my list. Besides, can always neuralize anyone who sees me fall on my ass.” He tilted his head at I. “Can you skate? Come with.”

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agcntjj:

“feel like that happens to you a lot.” jj crossed her arms, haughtily. “kale smoothies should be illegal. i don’t mind it in, like, salads or lunch or whatever, but some things just shouldn’t be blended.”

He laughed. “My one weakness. Well, one. Of many weaknesses. Personally, I have objections to any form of greenery, but guess I can’t be a burgers-and-chips-couch-potato sort of guy when I have chase down - or run away from -- angry aliens on a weekly basis.”

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mibagentk:

“A matter of fact I am.” K was proud of his age. Through out his year he seen so people life cut short. He came to accept. “I’m only a few short years from retirement. Then I’ll be retired on the beach with a bottle of jack.” He smiled. “Wait how old are you?

R whistled. “Damn. Got a plan for the rest of it, huh. I barely think ahead to tomorrow.” He shrugged. “Thirty-five. Didn’t exactly start this new career path as a young man, but I can’t imagine spending most of my life as someone who doesn’t officially exist.”

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rogerforecho:

“That’s all I need baby.” The solid man playfully winked at the other. E sat down at the table. “How’s that case file going?” He asked as bit into the donuts in his hand. “Sorry if I haven’t been around much.”  

“It... sure is going.” R caught his own reflection in an appliance, and reached up to wipe at an ink smudge, stamped on his cheek from sleeping on the file. “Witnesses remain a stupidly unreliable source of information, next to none of the finer details are corroborated. Any luck out there?”

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agent-i:

“hey now, this is just for my headache. don’t make it sound like i have a problem, dude.” still, the guy had a point. he needed to take a step back rather than continue to bang his head against this mental wall. “fine, fine. wanna join me in the gym, then? working out always gets the juices flowing.”

“Right. Gym. That is a place that some people go to voluntarily,” R said without enthusiasm. “I’ve been spending too much time indoors here, and in sewers. Need fresh air, need to be free. You go ahead, but I think I’ll...” He stared into space for a moment, then sat up straight. “Oh! Go skating.”

[itsagentr-blog]

Trapped between a fuming alien and a concrete wall, R addressed the other agent in a cordial if strained tone. “If you don’t mind me saying, your conflict resolution strategy needs improvement. ...Preferably soon.”

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agcntjj:

“well,” she said, raising a hand to stall, “let me at least try it first.” jj took the cup from him and had a sip. “yuck! what is this? geez, i didn’t think jamba juice could make something this nasty.” she passed it back to him in a hurry.

Happy to share the misery, R snickered. “Something to do with kale. As I understand it, a salad in smoothie form. The cashier was pretty, I got swindled.”

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mibagentk:

“Matter of fact, I’m done.” He replied. K always made sure to finish his case file as quickly as he could. JJ and him worked perfectly together despite their bickering. “I’ve been doing this before you were born.”

“Oh, shit.” This information was almost enough to inspire R to get some work done. He didn’t like the fact that K was ahead in the game as a matter of principle, despite R’s complete lack of effort on his own case. After some thought, he decided he’d stop procrastinating later. “...how old are you, man? Saving up for retirement yet?”

[adrianofsilvale-blog]

E strolled through the front with a large smile on his face. It had been a good day for him. “I got donuts!” He loudly exclaimed in the office. The large male walked into the employee lounge placing them on the table. He turned his attention to the first person to walk through. “Hey.” He smiled.

[itsagentr-blog]

While his partner had left headquarters, presumably to do something productive with the day, R’s 20 minute nap faceplanted on open files had extended several hours. Startled awake by E’s voice and displeased about it, R followed his partner to the lounge in search of coffee. Finally noticing the donuts, he grabbed for one. “Thank god. This is why I love you.”

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agent-i:

i rolled his eyes, remembering who he’d been talking to. “okay, but what do you do when you are the competent one and you still can’t make heads or tail of it?” this case was starting to give him a migraine. he bent to get a small white bottle of excedrin out of his bottom drawer. popping the cap, he took two with some coffee. “i feel like i need to take a break but boglodites don’t fuck around. can’t waste any time.”

With a shrug, R folded up another page of the file on his desk. The plane sailed past I’s head and took a nosedive to the floor. “Well, you aren’t doing any good by popping pills and going in circles. I say go ahead and take that break. Something might click.”

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agcntjj:

“almost exactly, but who’s counting?” she was, but only because she loved math, numbers, and being better than others. “what’d you do to it?” jj asked, suspiciously, even though he’d just drank some himself.

R attempted to look offended. “Harsh. I wouldn’t do anything so underhanded.” A pause. “To you, anyway -- you’re an alright human being. You just happen to be closer than the nearest bin, easier way to get rid of this.” He leaned on the railing, peering at a trash can on the lower level. “Unless I can manage to drop it into that one. What do you think?”

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agcntjj:

she swatted at him. “excuse you, who are you calling “rookie,” rookie? you haven’t been here much longer than i have. check the ‘tude, dude.” you had to have been here at least four years before calling her a rookie. she wasn’t about to take that from a sophomore, even if she was a freshman. “how’s your smoothie? you know you can get pop, too. it’ll destroy your pancreas.”

"Please. Have at least four times the experience you do.” He glanced sideways. “But, suppose any multiple of zero is still zero. Fair enough.” He held the cup towards her. “Tastes like sewage but is probably better for you. Probably. Here, because I care about your well-being, it’s yours, absolutely free of charge, no need to thank me.”

[agent-i]

“how’s your case going, r? better than mine, i hope.” he sighed, looking at the array of papers and maps strewn across his desk and his partner’s. “what do you do when you’ve got no shortage of evidence but none of it adds up?”

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[itsagentr-blog]

“Honestly, I’m not sure,” R said, tossing a paper airplane towards the wastepaper basket. “It’s going well, I’d assume, since my better half’s working on it. So, uh, yeah, that’s my strategy. Let the competent one take charge, and don’t interfere.”

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agendelta:

D’s face sprouted into a smile and he shook his head. “I’ve done my fair share of those kind of cases. I needs me some action.” He released a large breath outwards. “It’s exhausting but dude, when you finally catch that fucker it’s so amazing.” 

“Uh, yeah, you can go ahead and Rambo your way through this. I’ll stick with cowardliness; it’s served me well so far.” He spoke as if he were joking, but there was some truth regarding his approach. Although he’d previously made his living in less than legal ways, he’d been underhanded not aggressive, and always hit the ground running when things went south. “But do text me when the action happens. I’ll bring popcorn.”

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mibagentk:

Something about the other’s face made K want to punch him. But he didn’t, it was more professional not to punch him. “Didn’t realize you knew what that word meant? Since you’re during drumming you little heart away.” 

R chuckled, putting his feet up. Agent K didn’t seem to be his biggest fan at the moment, which R didn’t mind, since he was his own. “Personally, I can afford the time.” He leaned back in his chair, and gazed at the ceiling, fingers linked behind his head. “And you don’t look like you’re catching up anytime soon.”

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agendelta:

D’s eyes rolled in a playful way. “You can call it easy, but it ain’t easy.” He said, his cigarette zig-zagging through the air as he talked with his hands. “I guess they’re pretty smart? I’m not sure. Either way, he has the potential to hurt some people.”

“Maybe smart compared to you, man,” R said with a grin. “Nah, I hear you. Messy situation, glad I’m not on it. Snooping around Brooklyn tunnel’s a faster way to close a case -- and I’ll need to before Agent K does.”

[agcntjj-blog]

“y’know what’s funny,” jj began, gazing around the main level. “there’s no sunglasses hut here. like, we have a burger king and a jamba juice, but no sunglasses. i know we get ours all special and custom or whatever, but i’d say there’s a serious demand not being supplied.” she played with her own sunglasses, the woefully unfashionable pair she still managed to look good in. “it’d be another place we could employ aliens, too, what do you think?”

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[itsagentr-blog]

Taking a swig of a smoothie that was a disconcerting shade of green, R made a face. “I take greater issue with the beverage selection. How am I supposed to enjoy anything that won’t slowly destroy my liver?” He patted her shoulder, cheerfully condescending. “Good on you, though, rookie. Initiative and whatnot. Be the change.”