Rocket Corp. Head Of Security

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[rocket-security]

Agent, are you available today?

- @stickfreedom

Yes, I am. The other four can take care of guarding Rocket Corp while I assist with whatever you may require. How may I be of assistance to you?

[rocketcorp-deactivated20250425]

Agent starts frozen just outside of Vic's room, staring at him. Could it really be? He looked different yet so similar. The first few steps are slow before Agent is rushing for Victim.

The much taller stick drops to his knees next to the hospital bed, reaching up to cup Victim's face in his hands, the devoted dog's tail wagging behind them. Victim is physical, Victim is real, Victim is Here. Their shades may hide the joy in their eyes, but it can't hide the glow of their sharp fanged smile as they say a single, breathless word. It drips from their mouth, sweet as honey and so full of love like Victim is Devine to them.

"Boss."

@rocket-security

Victim seems confused, this looks like Agent but.. its certainly not his Agent

As his face gets cradled gently he lets out a small pained whine, pulling away ever so slightly. He cant help but swallow with anxiety when feeling the long, dark claws grazing his skin, as if fearing they'll rip him apart despite the obvious tenderness behind the touch.

He wants to ask a million questions as the bigger stick looks up to him like hes some sort of god.. how did he even end up there?

[rocket-security]

When Victim fliches ever so slightly, Agent freezes, terrified that has has hurt his long lost master. Then the bandages register in his mind and as softly and carefully as he can, Agent moves his hand to cup just outside the bandages. His voice is hardly above a whisper, as though he fears speaking will bring an end to this dream, "who hurt you?" He leans in closer, gently I specting the face of this stranger and the bandages upon it.

It's

It's not his Victim. But that doesn't matter. That doesn't matter in the least bit, because this is still a Victim, it is what he has been missing for so long. This is everything he has wanted and perhaps not exactly how he wanted or in the condition he wanted but that's okay. Slowly, carefully, he runs his talons through Victim's hair, "don't worry, I'll protect you from now on. I promise."

[rocketcorp-deactivated20250425]

The grey stick closes his eyes briefly, taking in the contact no matter how... strange this situation is, only opening them once more when The Agent speaks

'who hurt you?'

Victim immediately shakes his head, not wanting Creachure hurt, specially by an Agent that does seem pretty willing to hunt somebody down.

Before he can process anything else, their talons are running across his hair, cursors.. he cant stop the shiver that runs through his spine, its so familiar yet so alien, this is not his Agent, not even in the slightest yet...

'i'll protect you from now on. I promise'

That sentence rings in his ears, he wants to believe it oh so badly, he wants to look up at Agent's shades and trust it completely So carefully he runs his hands up Agent's arms and holds their hands in his.

...His hands are ridiculously small compared to Agent's

[rocket-security]

Victim doesn't want him to hunt down and slaughter whoever hurt him? Truly, what a kind and forgiving master Agent has. If only he would let them, they craved the feeling of defending their Master, to feel that bloody protection coating their hands and dripping from their claws.

No amount of blood could make up for Agent's past failures to His Master. He knows this in his very soul. Yet he will still offer up any that His Master allows him to gather in the name of His Master.

As the small hands move up to cup his own, it takes everything in Agent to not coo at the sight. Sometimes he forgot how small Victim is. Was his Victim ever this small? Or was he smaller? Not that it mattered at this moment as there was already a Victim right here in front of him. As his hands are cupped, Agent uses his thumbs to pet Vic. He keeps his voice steady as he begs softly, "tell me how I can serve you. Allow me to help you, to heal you, to guard you. Anything. Say it and it is Yours."

[rocketcorp-deactivated20250425]

Agent starts frozen just outside of Vic's room, staring at him. Could it really be? He looked different yet so similar. The first few steps are slow before Agent is rushing for Victim.

The much taller stick drops to his knees next to the hospital bed, reaching up to cup Victim's face in his hands, the devoted dog's tail wagging behind them. Victim is physical, Victim is real, Victim is Here. Their shades may hide the joy in their eyes, but it can't hide the glow of their sharp fanged smile as they say a single, breathless word. It drips from their mouth, sweet as honey and so full of love like Victim is Devine to them.

"Boss."

@rocket-security

Victim seems confused, this looks like Agent but.. its certainly not his Agent

As his face gets cradled gently he lets out a small pained whine, pulling away ever so slightly. He cant help but swallow with anxiety when feeling the long, dark claws grazing his skin, as if fearing they'll rip him apart despite the obvious tenderness behind the touch.

He wants to ask a million questions as the bigger stick looks up to him like hes some sort of god.. how did he even end up there?

[rocket-security]

When Victim fliches ever so slightly, Agent freezes, terrified that has has hurt his long lost master. Then the bandages register in his mind and as softly and carefully as he can, Agent moves his hand to cup just outside the bandages. His voice is hardly above a whisper, as though he fears speaking will bring an end to this dream, "who hurt you?" He leans in closer, gently I specting the face of this stranger and the bandages upon it.

It's

It's not his Victim. But that doesn't matter. That doesn't matter in the least bit, because this is still a Victim, it is what he has been missing for so long. This is everything he has wanted and perhaps not exactly how he wanted or in the condition he wanted but that's okay. Slowly, carefully, he runs his talons through Victim's hair, "don't worry, I'll protect you from now on. I promise."

[rocket-security]

Oh hello Smith! I didn't know you had a Tumblr blog! This is Freedom Guy, mayor of the city - @stickfreedom

Agent tilts his head to the side, almost like a confused puppy. Fitting as one of his floppy, dog like ears flicks in time with the head tilt, "hello there Mayor. Bit surprised to see you so out and about. Do you have a guard I do not know of around here somewhere? Or are you in need of assistance."

Agent would never admit that without his Boss, he is quite lonely. Perhaps even a bit sad. And lost. Like a dog that has been left in a box on the side of the road. But it's okay. He will find his way back home. Eventually.

[stickfreedom]

"I don't usually go out with a guard, it makes me feel a little self-conscious," He chuckled, scratching his neck. "I prefer to just go about things like any other stick." Although... considering recent events, maybe some security would be good.

"I don't think I've ever seen you on your own though! You're always with Victim. Are you finally taking a break?" He half-joked.

[rocket-security]

Agent seems to... twitch at the name. Why is everyone bringing him up right now? He keeps a calm face thought and says, "no I'm not with him right now. But I'm not taking a break, I'm simply lost is all. Boss and I tried to used one of the white portals to get to a different part of the outernet faster and ended up separated. If you need assistance until I can find Boss though, I would be happy to give it."

[rocket-security]

EEK-

Nonono I'd never try to hide him why would I do that?

Have you tried checking the RocketCorp building itself?

🎵They've got allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters-

actually it kinda looks like youre gonna kill me so im not gonna sing the entire verse. But I could.

Aaaaanyway if Victim isnt there you could ask someone who, I dunno, works there??

-- Music Anon🎵

There's that twitch again. The flash of fangs. The rumbling growl that builds with ever sentence, like thunder rolling closer. Agent stands over the anon, claws flexing as he snarls, "I think it's time for you to leave little thing. Leave before I give your head to My Boss on a platter."

[rocket-security]

Boss?you mean Victim? It can't be that hard to find him!

The twitch of an ear. The flash of fangs. The squinting of eyes. All gone as quickly as they crossed his face leaving him passive as before. Seems this anon has struck some kind of nerve and will not be dignified with an answer.

[rocket-security]

Oh hello Smith! I didn't know you had a Tumblr blog! This is Freedom Guy, mayor of the city - @stickfreedom

Agent tilts his head to the side, almost like a confused puppy. Fitting as one of his floppy, dog like ears flicks in time with the head tilt, "hello there Mayor. Bit surprised to see you so out and about. Do you have a guard I do not know of around here somewhere? Or are you in need of assistance."

Agent would never admit that without his Boss, he is quite lonely. Perhaps even a bit sad. And lost. Like a dog that has been left in a box on the side of the road. But it's okay. He will find his way back home. Eventually.

[rocket-security]

Ooh, a portal! Fancy schmancy!

🎶 You feel fantastic and you're still alive!

I haven't heard of nobody named Boss, unless you mean you're looking for your boss specifically.

-- Music Anon 🎶

(ooc: i really hope nobody on AvT has taken the name Music Anon)

Agent crosses his arms, tilting his head ro the side a bit as he replies to the singing anon, "of course I mean My Boss, The Best Boss in all the Outernet. The one and only CEO of Rocket Corp. I am Head of Security after all. Now, where is My Boss?"

Agent narrows their eyes in suspension as their voice drops to a dangerous tone, "or are you trying to keep me from Boss?"

[rocket-security]

🎶 Welcome to the Outernet! Have a look around! Anything that brain of yours can think of can be found!

What are you looking for?

Agent squints at the strange singing stick. The tune is oddly familiar but he can't quite place where he has heard it before. However... the stick does seem to be offering help. Hesitantly Agent replies, "I am looking for Boss. We got separated going through a portal into the Outernet."

[rocket-security]

A tall stick walks down the street. He doesn't know where he is or where his Boss has gone, but he will find them both. They Will. He just needs to keep going through this strange place.