#agentzingariexad

[anyilherron]

(Three sentence AU fic meme): Alastor and Anyil - Expendables Style AU

Alastor had the enemy captain in his sights, when a grin with black hair, trailing a carmine smear, popped into his view. When she was done, the captain and his bodyguards lay dead in a circle, and Anyil’s irrepressible grin was aimed straight at him. “Gonna have to be quicker than that to keep up with my body count,” she proclaimed cheerfully into the comm, and winked.

[anyilherron]

Drabble prompt: Alastor is forced to kill Anyil.

Anyil shuddered as the pain tore through her. They'd gotten close to the chamber where that goddamn blue gas was being stored, close enough that they could almost taste it - and then, of course, the traps went off. Alastor had managed to dodge most of the force - of course, that was also because Anyil had thrown herself in front of him, taking the brunt of the attack, trusting to her healing to save her. I shoulda learned by now, trust nothin', she thought, and chuckled, which turned swiftly into a very bloody cough. "Zing'ri," she managed to gasp. He was kneeling beside her, trying to patch her up, salvage something, give her enough time to heal. She knew if he did, they would both die here - in the best case. She had no desire to meet the leader of the Ten Rings in person. "It saved me 'fore, now it'll kill me," she gasped out. "They fin' me, they'll turn me. Please, Zing - ah!" she cried out, as something inside her tore, and a new rush of blood poured out. She looked up into his eyes, willing her mangled lips to move right this time, letting the chill take every inch of her as her healing futilely tried to fix all the damage. "Mercy, Zingari," she managed to get out. "B'headin'. Make it quick." She looked at him with trusting eyes, vision blurring. There was the shick of a knife unsheathed, and she gasped at the sudden incredible pain, fading quickly to blessed blackness.

[anyilherron]

Drabble prompt: Anyil is forced to kill Alastor.

Anyil's heart was pounding as she dodged out of the way of the werewolf charging full-speed at her. She didn't know what had gone wrong; they had successfully infiltrated the base, and gotten the prisoner out, and were simply getting themselves out when Alastor had fallen to his knees, and howled in pain - and then, it wasn't pain, but the sound of a wolf, as he had changed in front of the team. Martin and Jenson were down before she could do anything, bloody rents in their uniforms and mangled bodies gasping for breath before mercifully stilling. Anyil had managed to get farther out of dodge, but still the werewolf who had once been her fried tracked her, leaping out at her when she thought she'd gotten away. She managed to get back to his gear - he carried heavier guns than her - and scavenged what she could while he decimated the patrol who had run across him, sending most of them fleeing into the night. She'd found some tranquilizing rounds, and had tried them on him to no effect - save to madden him further. She pried open the last case of ammunition desperately - and the bullets gleamed, silvered in the light. Her mind froze, but her hands kept working, loading the clip into the gun. She heard his growl around the corner and called out, "Zingari! Don't come near me; if you try to attack me, I'll have to hurt you, please, just stay back!" There wasn't anything like sense in the growl he shot at her, and his bulk flashed in front of her hiding spot, then stopped and plunged into the crack between the two storage containers. She emptied the clip into him, then stood, horrified, listening to his howls of pain, watching the body until he stopped twitching.

[anyilherron]

✗ - Zingari Mun

"Zingari, don’t tell anyone, but…. look, the reason I never let anyone see me with short sleeves is the scars. It’s… a part of my past I don’t like to display." She sighed heavily. “Maria knows, but no one else, pretty much, so… use discretion, alright?" She pulled on her sweatshirt and left the gym with all haste.

[anyilherron]

♪ - Zingari Mun

((Song: Atlantic Blue - The Cottars))

Anyil woke from a dream of Alastor laughing with Maria, bouncing their baby boy on his lap, eyes sparkling with delight, and clenched her fists in the sheets. She rolled back over and cursed that day they’d been on the mission together; he’d sent her back alone, told her to get the information back, before charging back into the acrid smoke, his already impressive frame growing as he moved. He never had reported back in, though the intelligence he’d so dearly bought saved hundreds, thousands of lives. It didn’t matter; the dead look in Maria’s eyes when it had only been Anyil on the quinjet back, hair smelling of gunsmoke and things left best unnamed, still haunted her every nightmare. She left the ‘carrier, took other jobs, flung herself into mission after mission to try and atone, and none of it mattered because she kept coming back alive, alive where he had died. Anyil rose, and spat a series of astonishingly vile epithets as she made her way out the door of the safehouse, watching the waves roll in and wash out, keeping vigil while the stars faded to nothing and the first spark of light glowed on the eastern horizon, knowing nothing but the ache of failure.

[anyilherron]

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[agentbrompton]

Zingari

Hazel:  This is my BROTHER!  Oh good grief.  Erm.

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY

Kristi:  Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY

((Mun:  …I was the one who suggested the FC for Zingari.  But lessee.  Karl Urban as a rebellious mutant with a penchant for weaponry and armour suits and a tragic past that would probably make Himmler tear up a bit…and it’s Karl Urban.  Did I mention that?

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY yes please))

[anyilherron]

✘ - Unsent text

— agentzingari

Hey, Zingari, I head what happened with Lupin, and I wanted to say it's the deeds that make us who we are, not what our abilities are. I should know, I...

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