#mod does things

[variousvossivixens]

A signal calls out to hemlock. It’s Mod. He is sitting against a wall and breathing heavy. His leg has a bullet wound. A makeshift bandage made of his sleeve is wrapped around it. But he can’t walk, so he called on someone who might be able to help.

@mod-does-things

Not even a full minute passes before the area fills with red smoke, a loud growl is heard as a fox man dressed in black, cloak over his head and wielding two swords appears in front of them. He looks around, assessing for threats as his eyes glow a terrifying red.

After finding no threats the glow fades and the smoke dissipates as he kneels down to check on them. "You called?"

[notjustagodcomplex]

Kazimir was at a high society meeting. Basically just a fancy party. It was a regular event. Mostly just used for networking. But someone caught his eye.

Across the room, a woman was talking to a man with no head. Just completely not there. He seemed to be talking back to her. Kaz had to investigate this.

@mod-does-things

Kazimir didn’t particularly find these kinds of events to be that enjoyable, but he knew it was important to play along. At least this one seemed to be more professional than some others he’s attended. He catches sight of the odd man, moving in slowly until he can hear the conversation.

He recognizes the woman, having seen here at some of these gatherings before. She’s some sort of manager for the parks service or something like that, if he was remembering right. He smiles at her politely, then at the headless man, despite not having a face to smile at. “Good evening.”

[variousvossivixens]

Hemlock feels a call. He recognizes that it's from Mod. Oh probably another hydra base to raid. He appears in Mod's office. It is in disrepair. Mod is standing. Hands on his desk. Papers all over the place. Cups of coffee strewn about. Mod looks horrible. His shirt looks wrinkled and stained.

"Seven soldiers." He says. "Seven lives I failed to protect."

@mod-does-things

He frowns as he arrives and sees the state Mods in. Immediately he grabs a trash can, tossing out empty coffee cups and tidying the place up as he thinks of what to say. "I'm sorry to hear it..."

[variousvossivixens]

Hemlock feels a call. He is pulled to a random shack in Siberia. He knocks on the door. A man angrily shouts in Russian. Something along the lines of "Get the door bitch."

A woman answers the door. She has a forced smile. It drops when she sees him. "Are you the one who will help when I press this button?"

@mod-does-things

He nods with a comforting smile, responding in Russian, even if his accent is a little off and clearly foreign. "Yes Miss. Sophia, correct? I am Hemlock, its a pleasure to meet you." He does a polite bow, keeping his voice quiet.

[variousvossivixens]

Hemlock feels a call, he appears on the roof of a familiar building. He sees Mod. He goes in for a hug but is only given a punch in the jaw.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” He yells at him.

@mod-does-things

He blinks a few times, tilting his head. "Mod? What the fuck man? Someone piss in your cheerios or somethin?" Rubs his jaw.

[variousvossivixens]

Hemlock feels a calling. It’s from Mod, he has called him into his office. Mod is looking out the window of his office.

“Take a look at the screen.” Mod points over to the screen. There is a picture of two people. A man and a woman. “Ace sent me this. They went out with their boyfriend earlier today. Your counterpart. What do you notice about this picture?”

@mod-does-things

He teleports in, crossing his arms while his eyes flick over the screen. Taking in every noticeable detail. "Public place, some sort of cafe. Image centered on a couple, man has visible erection, minimal muscles. Woman seems to be laughing about something. Both unarmed. Glares focused on the camera." He looks over at Mod, looking for more detail and clarification.

[variousvossivixens]

Firefox was walking down the street like usual. But something was off. Someone was following him. Every time he turned around to catch them nothing was there. But he knew someone had to be following. The strong smell of coffee had been following him for a few streets now.

Mod had been doing his best and using his invisible head to peek around corners. But he could tell his cover was blown. “Keen sense of smell you have. Voss right?” The man says stepping out from behind a corner.

@mod-does-things

He looks the man over with narrowed eyes, tails swishing low and nervous. He's a fellow mutant, that should put him at some ease but it doesn't. The use of his name makes him freeze up a bit, resisting the urge to whimper. Theres only so many reasons a stranger would know his name and most of them are bad. Really bad.

He steps closer to the street, closer to other people, not that anyone would help a mutant if the man actually posed a danger. He stands up straighter, rolling his shoulders to try and appear bigger, and clears his throat to make it deeper and more confident, hoping Mod doesn't notice the waver. "That depends whos asking and why."

[theultimatereapermailbox]

[If Keiko was a Pokemon trainer]

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