#agent nightcrawler

[agent-houdini]

For @agent-nightcrawler from your @the-roanoke-society Secret Santa 2k19!! 💜

“What do you mean there’s an assignment in California?”

“I mean exactly what I just said. We’ve got a brief assignment out there - your friends have been reported as a lot visible more out there. I think something’s going on.” Houdini shrugged, swiping on the iPad in her hands.

“Wait, back up. My friends?”

“The Fresno Nightcrawlers. Your friends and namesake? I’ve been seeing some reports come through - lots of people posting about how they’re seeing something, anyway. Maybe they’re just as excited about the My Chemical Romance reunion concert as everyone else?” There was a mischievous glint in Houdini’s eye at the mention of the concert. She all but shoved the tablet at Sylva, which had loaded up the “FresnoNightcrawlers” hashtag on Instagram so she could see for herself. “Pack your usual! I figured if everything’s good, we can find something to do out there. I’ve got my kit if you want to get fancy. Think of it like a Cryptid Wellness Check!”

A few hours later and they had touched down in California and were making their way up towards Fresno from Los Angeles.

“Why didn’t we just get there directly?” Sylva asked, “why’d we stop here if our focus is on a Cryptid Wellness Check?”

Lauren laughed. “I’ve got a few things here we should check out first. Technical Officer Banshee pointed me in the direction of some possible shape-shifter stuff to check in on. Said the next few days - tomorrow night, more specifically - LA was going to see a ton of shifters in town. I figured I’d make sure everything was alright before we went up to Fresno.”

There was a pause as Lauren unloaded the makeup kit from her bag onto the desk in the hotel room.

Tomorrow - Friday was supposed to be the night of the My Chemical Romance reunion concert...

“Yes, if you’re thinking about it, we’re going. Their crowd - including us - are exactly the kind of people who fit the bill for many, many different things. We’ll just be there to make sure everything goes smoothly for the massive crowd. I’m sure it will, anyway,” Lauren shrugged, “but I wasn’t about to say no to witnessing The Return. Besides, Saturday afternoon we’ll drive up and take care of everything else after having the time of our lives at this concert, making sure no one gets so emotionally overwhelmed they turn into a black cat!”

Sylva blinked - everything was happening so fast? Wellness checks, a concert - overwhelmed shapeshifters?

Lauren took the pause and grinned, digging out a small bag of lipstick. “Pick a color for tomorrow night and I’ll coordinate everything else. Maybe you can fill me in on the Nightcrawlers more than the file does - or the memes. Are they really just pants?”

“Well...”

[agent-hood]

“ the world was so big and wide and wonderful and all hers to explore ”

- Mirror Mirror : A Roanoke recast of fairytale heroines

@agent-nightcrawler as Thumbelina

[agent-thorn]

Caught in a sunny day

Carter had a lot of thoughts swirling around his head; nothing that took any sort of shape, but vague swirls of colored emotions that existed without reason or end. So naturally the only thing to help with his current predicament, was to go to he highest roof of the manor and dangle himself upside down off of it; just observing the world around him.

“Y’know one ‘f these days you’r gonna fall an’ bus’ y’r head wide open.” Came a familiar voice beside him. He looked with a start to find his sister’s boyfriend, staring at him like the cat who caught the canary.

“Rooky-Bear!” He cried, feigning enthusiasm. It wasn’t that he disliked the man (in fact he was quite a fan of his sister’s relationship and how it seemed to mesh naturally and make each of them better), but he was in the mood to be alone.

“Parker send you to babysit me while she’s gone?” He asked, trying to deflect the conversation to a topic a little more safe then... whatever it was that was going in with him.

“Now y’ know better th’n tha’. ‘D like t’ think tha’ by now I know y’ well ‘nough t’ see when y’re being pouty.”

“I am not pouting.” Carter said, crossing his arms and turning away from the other man, clearly affronted. He was a fae, and as such couldn’t lie- so if he said he wasn’t than he couldn’t. Whether or not he was actually pouting irrelevant.

“Mmhmm.” Ivar hummed, clearly not buying it. “Pull th’ other one then. Now le’s see jus’ wha’ i’ was y’ were staring so intently a’.” He said as he swiftly swung himself up to sit beside Carter, already peering across the manor grounds to see anything of interest.

Carter was thankful the day was so nice, because it meant there were quite a few agents out enjoying the grounds- Seance enjoying a book in the shade, Nightcrawler playing fetch with Hampton, Sentinel washing a few of the cars from the hangar,... and Cherub, tending to her greenhouse. She was setting some herbs out to dry in the shade and totally wasn’t looking like some summertime daydream with a halo of sunlight and pollen motes around her that only seemed to enhance the natural and open beauty she exuded. That would be ridiculous, it was autumn.

“Ahh I see,” The other man started, voice sounding far too smug for Carter’s liking. “Nev’r thou’ about it b’fore but y’ two would make a cute couple. A right picture ye?”

Hot panic immediately arose in him, and Carter found himself not only blushing (why blushing? It wasn’t like he had anything to blush about), but scrambling to leave the roof, suddenly feeling far too exposed for his liking.

“Haha I’m not sure what you’re talking about, you’re really so funny you know I can see why Parker likes you. We should dothisagainsometimebutIREALLYNEEDTOGONOW-“ He babbled frantically, limbs suddenly awkward as he tried to push past the other man.

All grace suddenly left him as his feet both tried to stay put and move him forward, resulting in Carter pitching forward and falling off the peak of the manor.

Thankfully he landed on a balcony two stories below, but unfortunately it was flat on his back, knocking both the air and a flurry of rose petals from him.

[the-roanoke-society]

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[the-roanoke-society]

[agent-absinthe]

How They Use Instagram Roanoke Edition Pt. 2

Arizona:  Live streams of the sun coming up while she’s sitting on the roof, sunsets on the landing strip, so many goddamn dogs, leather jackets, aerial stunts, pictures of agents getting air sick, rain with sad song quotes.

Raziel:  Baked goods, all the comments are “drop the recipe pls!!!”, Positive Mental Attitude, aesthetics with hopeful quotes, selfies in the bar light, lots of cocktail pictures with unintelligible text.  Live streams of really difficult decorating techniques.

 Cherub:  Coffee and Cafe aesthetics, selfies with all of the hats and scarves and coats that she steals from everyone, agents in recovery with her giving them a thumbs up, study blog, outfits for days with links to the sites.

Rougarou:  NOLA aesthetics, messy morning selfies with Elfin, voodoo information, safe house photos, real estate spots and haughty neighborhoods for future stops, gardens and flowers, always posts about the power of love and other bullshit.

Annabelle:  Candy and sweets, awkward selfies, photos of Drake doing dumb shit, live streams of him doing parkour, also live streams of just the hallway at night when she has an episode, all the animals around roanoke, jewelry.

Sentinel:  Live streams of him talking about how great the good old days were, fitness advice, obnoxious gym selfies, antique stores, a bit of Southern gentleman fashion with a Hipster twist, beard and hair products, random pictures of shit he accidentally broke.

Zed:  LGBTQ+ solidarity, mostly pictures of Roxy doing cute things or being sleepy, borzoi’s and poodles, guns and sniper rifle accessories, lots of memes, obnoxious self deprecating quotes, hair dye, suits, selfies with the Kingsman, live streams of annoying Whiskey.

Nova:  Crazed ranting live streams about how great space is, posts about how great Charlie is for the days he feels extra bad, parody make up tutorials, pictures of all the places she’s fallen asleep, leaked government files, crazy hair, bionics.

JD:  LGBTQ+ positivity and parades with Chimera, a place to dump about his memories, blurry pictures of polaroids he managed to dig up, selfies with Succubus and dad jokes, glorious breakfasts, woods and cryptids, pictures of all the places he’s woken up, broken bottles.

Judas:  Doesnt have an Instagram but theres an account where people post all of the really cringy and awkward photos they can find of him.

Nightcrawler:  Very niche and weird cryptid sightings, live streams of rants about how important mothman and aliens are, UFO grunge, cute and creepy, feral cats, antique medicine bottles, Victorian syrgical supplies.