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concealment department, first thing in the morning, the day of the living statue case | @aurormontero

As she stands just inside the threshold of the concealment department, waiting a bit anxiously, Riva considers how odd it is that she’s struggling with something like this... Being a shifter like she is, one would think any kind of transformation would come easily. But, the point had been made when she arrived at MACUSA that it was unlikely she could successfully maintain a transformation should one of her... unexpected shifting episodes happen. And as much as she didn’t want to, she had to admit they were right. She’d jeopardize a case if for whatever reason her illusion didn’t hold up under the stress of her turning, and she couldn’t have that.

She almost laughs a little to herself just thinking about it. “Professionalism” likely isn’t the first word that would come to mind for most people when they considered her. And it’s true, she doesn’t care too much about formalities and paperwork, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t take her job seriously. She loves what she does especially because she can see the difference it makes, and because she wants desperately to have made some kind of impact before it’s all too late for her.

Sighing heavily, Riva was just about to start pacing to get rid of some of her nervous tension when, as soon as she turned towards the door, she nearly ran into Corporal Montero, who was just entering. It surprised her so much that it took her a moment to step politely out of the way, grasping for a moment for any words. As far as she knew, they were supposed to be meeting later in the bullpen. She was plenty early getting here, and so she assumed, or at least hoped, that Abel hadn’t come looking for her. It would make explaining her little... problem all the more difficult. She liked doing things in her own time, hated for something to force her hand like this.

Luckily, Rory spares her the trouble of having to explain, at least for the time being. They swoop in and spot the both of them standing together and gestures them over with a wave. “Both ready for our concealment charms then? Don’t worry dears, I’ll be gentle.” It breaks the tension, just a bit, as Riva takes a breath again and snaps herself out of the shock enough to turn and step towards them, hesitating only to spare a curious backwards glance at Abel.

#( abel. )#( abel 001. )#( living statue. )#no dialogue from riva rip #just confused looks

morning, outside of the louisiana auror squad offices // @aurormontero

It’s been a while since he’s ended with a case quite so enormous on his desk, but he’s glad for it just now. It promises to be a very good distraction from the way his own personal life seems to be growing more chaotic with every passing day, and the way he can’t seem to stop it––or perhaps more accurately, doesn’t want to. A case like this, though, requires the utmost focus. Not one, but two separate concealments, with their own stories, and backgrounds to provide a cover and the potential for trust, as much as to keep both of them safe, oddly enough, if there is corruption in this division.

Just from reading the file thoroughly, beginning to come up with a plan, Camden strongly suspects that they’ve going to find plenty that they won’t like with these aurors. It all reeks of corruption.

It feels odd, in the body of the first concealment, another auror, very different from anything he usually ends up with from Rory. Of course, it’s only logical, to separate them both as much from themselves as possible, but that doesn’t take away the surprise, when he apparates to their planned meeting spot, just a little ways off from the Louisiana Squad’s headquarters, and he sees someone who has to be Montero.

“I’ll admit, I was expecting someone taller,” he hums a hint of laughter despite himself, as he looks down at Montero, an odd change he’s not sure he’ll be able to get used to. A small scoff of amusement, and then back to business, no reason to linger on the oddness of their concealments. “So, we’ll tackle the chief first, see if anything sticks out. Speak to the smuggling ring leader they have imprisoned from there.”

#( abel. )#( runespoor smuggling. )#you all don't even KNOW how hype i am for these concealments

morning, the monday after the valentine’s ball, iggy and abel’s desks ( @aurormontero. )

He comes into the office with a list of names that had taken far too long to create. Ignatius had realized, once he sat down to come up with the team to follow him and Cassandra to Edinburgh if when they got the information they needed, just how dire his situation in the office was, one of the only three people he thought of immediately not in a place to be able to come. So he’d just started writing down all the names he knew, running into problems like Camden Savage, and June Norwood, neither of whom he particularly wanted to need to rely on for something so enormous, for very, very different reasons involving distrust. There were other problems, too, like Athena, who he wanted to include, but had no idea if she’d say yes, or even speak to him at all after the disaster Valentine’s Day. Which led to his current problem on the list he’d come up with. Montero. Because the thing is, he trust them, after the cow case. They’d worked well together, and he’s confident they’d be able to handle themself on a mission so important.

So of course, Ignatius is thrown off his game immediately when he gets into the office, and thrown a promotion. It somehow fucks with his head even more than anything that Judith Eames had said to him to try to make him feel better about being forced to do this, because it’s so clearly being given to him now because of this shite that he’s not even sure he can manage. It’s ironic, that he’s spent so much of his time in the workforce getting by on his surname, and as soon as he starts trying, the only reasons he’s promoted is just that, not anything he’s done.

It takes a cup of coffee, and an awkward conversation with Ben Eames, before he feels less bitter enough to even try to start working down his list, and he figure it’s best to get the maybes over with early, so he can consider back up plans. There’s no good way to do this, when he’s already convinced that Abel’s going to say no, and leave him with a blank on his list, anyway, so when he gets back to his desk, for once no desire to waste time at Jack’s, still not prepared to try with Athena, Ignatius just goes for it.

“Hey, Montero, you, uh, you in the middle of anything right now? Could we talk?”

#( abel. )#( abel | mission talk. )#me: i'll do those starters tomorrow #also me: no chill

@lcveonme

Whether it was because of the last day of Abel’s heat or simply an all around anxious day, Abel noticed the alpha way more... alert. He was handsy, giving Abel kisses and smacking his ass and even fucking him in the morning before he went to class. Abel had insisted on condoms, his last one to be exact, so now as he sat on the comforter, telling the man about no sex until after heat. Watching the alpha shuffle about, he did his best to close his legs, trying not to draw too much attention, but the omega knew he his ass would still get slick with the simplest touch. “Hey, is everything alright over there? I haven’t even leaked for a few hours, you’ll be fine.”

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santiagobrothers liked for a starter with Abel

It was a night of absolute victories. The football team had beaten their rival, the cheer team had won a few state trophies, and the school was roaring with pride. The party followed almost immediately, taking place in the biggest frat house, booze and weed and god knows what else rampant as the blond boy made his way to the kitchen. While he was finally of legal age, he was still too much of a lightweight so he wanted to avoid the mess of hangovers and opted to find a bite to eat, but instead of finding chips, the virgin walked into one of the star football players hanging by the table of snacks, Abel hesitating to go any further and just stared like an idiot-- Eyes wide, cheeks a little flushed and avoiding the mans gaze. Everyone on the cheer team knew about Abel’s little crush on Ace, even egged him on about it, he couldn’t even look at the man without going absolute red and now it was worse, seeing him so casual, and so close. “Oh-- uh, I didn’t know you were here, I’ll just-- I’ll come back.”