#agentnash

[satellitewar-archived]

from @agentnash: nobody would give me a mirror. how bad is it? - parker @ emily.

"lucky for you, it'll heal just fine. you're not dying." emily adjusts her placement in the metal chair, inching a bit closer in order to reach the spot above his brow. the bunched up rag in her hand is soaked with warm water, but wrung out to avoid dripping; she smooths it across his browbone, ginger, making sure to wipe the blood and not disturb the cut. "and unlucky for you," emily goes on, squinting to focus, "you're going to have a pretty long scar up here for a while. maybe forever. i don't know. i'm not a scar expert." it's all loosely remarked in a tender attempt at making parker smile, but she doesn't check to see if the teasing worked. instead, she continues to clean him up, wiping his hair, his temple, noting a bit of blood on his ear and wiping that. "wish you'd warn me before coming over caked in dry blood. i need a sign on my door that says if you're bleeding, call twenty minutes ahead of time. no soliciting." emily returns the rag to the small bowl of water in her lap, wrings it out, and resumes her cleaning. the large cut has begun to appear with time; it'll need some patching up, some ointment... she'll handle it all. she's going slow for parker's sake. "so when's the part where you spill everything to me? you're supposed to pour your heart out, say what happened, tell me bad men are after you and you need a safe place to hide for the night... all that jazz." emily smiles a little. "still waiting."

[bladedflowerarch2]

@agentnash liked for a starter // starter call

"BPRD needs help from your end with a case that's been on our radar for a while." She plopped a file down on the surface infront of him, it's of a serial killing spree that has a few cult-like signs. "Figured since I helped you out, I could persuade you to help me out too."

[sociopathichero]

With gloved hands, Danila picked up the shell casings from the floor. Three shots, one to the head. Just to be sure. This time he had used a 9 mm Beretta 92. Soon it'd be at the bottom of Hudson River.

He was always careful, but this time he needed to be even more so. The string of murders, even if they had been spread out over several months, had caught the attention of the FBI. They might have tried to keep it under wraps, but the tabloids didn't care.

His contact in the brigade, Alexei, hadn't been too worried about the new turn of events. And why would he? The brigade had been sure to insulate itself from Danila completely from the very beginning, save for Alexei.

Blood kept slowly pooling under the lifeless man that laid in front of Danila. The poor bastard had conned the wrong crowd and thought they wouldn't notice. Now he was leaning face-first against a wall in the hallway of his own home, only a few steps from the front door. That's the spot where Danila had surprised him after spending too many hours crouching in bushes in the middle of a suburb whose name he couldn't recall. The man had just arrived at an empty home; his wife and children were away.

Trying not to give the man any more thought, Danila walked to the back door making his way into the garden. There he waded through the bushes, slipped the gun under the waistband of his sweatpants, and stuffed the latex gloves into his pocket. A minute later he was walking on a sleepy street that led away from the suburb. With the hood of his hoodie up and earbuds in his ears, he looked like a run-of-the-mill jogger trying to get his daily miles in.

He began to jog towards the car he had parked a couple of miles away.

@agentnash

[wineassassin]

from @agentnash: 'i hate wine. got any whiskey?'

it is, by far, the most earth-shattering statement anyone could ever offer him, and though much of his dramatic reaction is feigned (jaw dropping, brows shooting upwards on his face), there's a true through-line of shock baked beneath. "how can you say that in this hallowed church of all things wine and wine-related?" he gasps, and now the dramatics have transformed into the performance of the lifetime (if only to bring about a smirk to parker's sullen face). "my apartment is literally full to the brim of all the best wine puns and wine decor, and you come into my sanctuary and ask for whiskey? not only that, but you outwardly state your dislike of vin de table? i'm so offended, parker nash, that i might as well kick you out onto the street right now." in order to show the agent that he's not actually this upset, sebastian passes him, grabs both of his shoulders in a friendly grip, and gives his muscles a squeeze before wandering over to the liquor cabinet. "you are... very lucky i keep johnnie walker on hand for sinners and delinquents like you." the assassin's smile returns, bright, playful — this is better than discussing cases or planning their coordinated ambush tomorrow. this is lighter. more fun. "how do you like your whiskey, agent nash? on the rocks?" he sheds all the acting and returns to his usual, charming self, sets the bottle of whiskey on the counter, and dives to retrieve an already opened bottle of red wine for himself. "what makes you hate it?" he prompts next, perking up. "bad experience? for the record, i'm not actually offended; i just find it funny that you'd say a comment like that while surrounded by all my really ugly wine decor. you're amusing. i respect it."

[roseguided-arch]

❛ what the fuck is your problem, dude ? do you need me t'like help you chill out or somethin' ? ❜

[ * @agentnash liked for a one-liner ! ft riley viktor ]

[bladedflowerarch2]

@agentnash sent: they knew we were coming.

"You think so? What tipped you off?" A sarcastic mutter couldn't be stopped from leaving her heaving lungs as she tried to think about what they could do. She could barely get that sentence out without hearing a bellowing roar echo out from behind them. Shit! Shit! Shit! She cursed to herself, before grabbing Parker's arm and dragging him to an intersecting hall, where they both could hide behind a wall as the group of monsters tried to find them. "Stay hidden." She ordered. This was, clearly, not how Lily planned this to go, but at this point, when did things ever go to plan in this job? "Do not let them see you, they will kill you, understood?"

[bladedflowerarch2]

@agentnash sent: i've never seen weapons like that before.

"Just wait until you see what they're made to go up against," She spoke up in response, humor in her tone. "Sometimes we have to get creative when dealing with weird shit." As the words were leaving her mouth, her hand reached for a couple of vials of said pieces of creativity; filled with a mixture of angel tears, sage, and who knew what else. Into the side pocket of her duffle bag they went, only to be sealed up for the helicopter ride they were to go on as she put the duffle's strap over her shoulder. "Welcome to the BPRD, try to keep up."

[devilscheck]

@agentnash sent “ somehow, without me even realizing it, you became so, so important… the most important part of my life. “

ASKBOX FUN TIME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

His words echoed into her ears until they rung with the silence that came after. She would be lying if she said anything that went against that sentiment. Truly, in the world she had survived and let revenge get laced in her veins, she still managed to find some silver lining of it all, someone she could avoid the nightmares and jump-scares of life with. That had all seemed so entirely out of reach though, or so her mind wanted to hold onto. Whatever good she seemed to have would make its way through the cracks of her fingers and fall to the ground.

Blue eyes batted away potential tears as she nodded her head for a moment. The clumped mascara illuminated the blue hews as she finally found the bit of bravery to look back his way with a soft smile. "I could give you a twenty if you want to take it all back," her words hummed lightly as she took a step forward, she let one of her hands rest against his chest.

"Bad news is I don't have one on me, so-" Jen breathed in, her head tilted to the side as a bit of the dark hair fell against her face. "All I know is that like... You might be one of my favorite people on this planet and you don't drive me absolutely insane." A small smile peered out.

"I just- What if I make you regret this?"