#myriadpandora

[fagbxys]

@myriadpandora

It was kind of late in the day and Vincent had been on his way home from work when he decided he'd rather stop at the gas station that night rather than wait and have to do it in the morning on his way to work.

The officer had already filled up his truck, now making his way through the gas station. Because he was off duty, he was wearing his normal everyday clothes as he walked down the aisles. He bumped into a boy, not paying it much attention, apologizing politely as he kept going.

“Do you have change for the vending machine?” Vincent heard coming from his right as he reached the end of one of the aisles. He turned and saw a teenage girl and he smiled politely. "Yeah, of course." He smiled, reaching for his wallet. But it wasn't there.

That's when it clicked. When he bumped into the boy a few moments ago, he had to have gotten his wallet without Vincent realizing it. "Oh shit." He said softly before looking back up to the girl. "I'm sorry I can't help you." He turned and ran out of the gas station, looking around for a moment before spotting the boy he'd bumped into, by some chance walking in the direction of his truck. He ran up without speaking to avoid spooking the boy.

Once he was close enough, Vincent called. "Hey!" He exclaimed, grasping the boy by the shoulder, spinning him around, and pushing up back against the side of his truck. He looked down, seeing his wallet in the boy's hand. He reached for it, snatching it out of the boy's hand as he towered over him. "I think this is mine." He raised a brow, opening it and seeing his license. "Well well… would you look at that?" The man smirked, shaking his head.

[mythicalmen]

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Peter had been somewhat aware that he was being followed - he didn't exactly know who was behind it, seemingly some kind of company or shadowy organization. The details on why or what they wanted were more than a little unclear. Were they just spying, trying to come after Spider-Man - maybe capture him? All he knew was he'd become a focus of theirs in some way and was trying to bide his time until one of their agents appeared again.

But confronting the agent definitely hadn't gone as he'd planned - what with the fact the bottom half his costume dragged down low enough so those toned, round cheeks were on full display and the guy in question was groping and smacking that ass of the webhead's like it belonged to him. A strangled noise passed Peter's lips, his face flushed under the mask as he felt those fingers toying with his hole like that. Yep, definitely not how he expected it to go.

"First of all, h-holy shit...second of all...this...this isn't a...I'm the one asking the questions-" He was cut off as that finger reached a spot that made Peter's brain stop working for a second. "Gah, f-fuck..."

[incubito]

@myriadpandora - mother and son bonding ft lux && glamour

"Look at you. All cleaned up." Glamour smiles at his son, entering the room given to him during their stay near the Vatican. They were afforded a fancy hotel per Glamour's request, and disguises to appear as tourists. Sebastian wore a tight-fitting polo shirt, khaki pants, and tasseled loafers. They looked as if they had stepped right out of a cologne commercial. "Honestly, we should take our time arriving to the tour. If we're late we can survey the building. Though we have all of the entrances and exits listed, it never helps to get a second look." This was where Glamour shined. He had pilfered from countless museums, but nowhere near as guarded as the fucking Vatican. It was a challenge, and not one that Glamour was going to shy away from. He offers a small communication device to Max, "Just in case we get split up. I'll always be a call away, my darling." Flux could take care of himself. He had proven that time and time again, but motherly concern would have eaten him alive if he allowed Max off on his own without a line of communication.

[thetriumvirate]

@myriadpandora gets a starter with Smoke

"Now, whit dae we hae 'ere?" A fully stocked bar and whatever drink it could cross his mind. Not that he was any good at mixing beverages together... but that is why he had recruited someone to tag along. His very own guinea pig under the guise of some relaxing time by the bar, and away from the general commotion. "What 'r' ye' in the mood fur, luv?" His head glances over his shoulder, lips curling into his trademark Disney Prince smile as he keeps his gaze on Toxin. No, not Toxin. Cayden. "We on holidays. We shuild mak 'th' maist o' it." What was the point on vacations if they didn't enjoy it to the fullest? "Ye' pick. I make it fur ye'."

[leschevalier-a]

@myriadpandora violent rendezvous in the library: starring flux && glamour ft. mezmer

twenty men turned their heads in unison when glamour stepped through the doors and into the library of alexandria. "what are you boys doing in here?" glamour's arrival was punctuated by the sound of his heels echoing throughout the room. all of the men had their eyes fixed on him, but remained as still as statues, and were just as expressionless. "never did care for the silent type." glamour pouts, hands on his hips as flux finally joins him at his side. from the back of the room, mezmer finally makes his presence known. glamour wrinkles his nose. he couldn't fathom how a man so hideous lucked out with the power of hypnotism.  mezmer sizes the two up, hands behind his back. "you two are father and son." he had read up on the pair while they were enroute to the library. behind him open tomes and computers were in disarray, showing he had already gone through most of the room and its contents. "it is fitting that you will die tog--" mezmer was met with a book to the face. it connects with a solid crunch, sending him stumbling backward while clutching a bloody nose. "don't threaten me unless it's with a good time." glamour didn't care much for nerds with delusions of grandeur. three men surge toward them, acting as cannon fodder while mesmer continued to destroy the library. "flux, be a good boy and take care of these men. I'll handle mesmer." he says, certain that his son can handle the men who had unfortunately fallen prey to mesmer's powers.   

[thetriumvirate]

@myriadpandora gets a post-event starter from Bloodborn

CAMP TENTS They all fought hard. Not everyone came back from their missions but overall, things could be considered a success. Their respective goals had been accomplished and there was no doubt in Bloodborn’s mind that the brass would be pleased with their work. But what about those who died? Pulse? Hive? Harbinger? Fracture? Ouroboros? Would they be remembered or just a footnote in a long list of names of agents that had died in the line of duty? He honestly didn’t want to think that… Even if he understood that all of them were expendable one way or another. Would their deaths be considered a failure or a necessary sacrifice? Would they be honoured or forgotten? These were too many questions, and David truly did not want to think about that at all.

Instead, he did the next best thing: checking in with people – friends and comrades that had been away doing their own thing. “I came to check on you.” The tent entrance flipped behind his back as he stepped into Toxin’s tent, jaw clenching with unspoken concern. He didn’t know the entirety of what came to be but from what he heard through hushed whispers was that Ouroboros had sacrificed himself to keep Cayden alive. Who knew that a cold-blooded lizard was capable of something altruistic? Or maybe it was just logical. “I’m not going to ask how you are.” There was no point in asking such a stupid question. “I came to see if you need anything.”

[accidentallymagic]

@myriadpandora

"This is a temple, not a safe house. My protection is reserved my followers, and select guests, only." Edward tilted his head as his followers bustled around the room, placing large plates of food in front of his guest. "Last night was a courtesy. You seemed in need of a place to stay, some shelter... A good night's sleep.

"But, in the light of day, I question my kindness; it seems that trouble followed you to my door. Those men who were chasing you..." He reached for a slice of toast, "Who are they? What did they do to you?"

[viruspuppies]

The bar was a haze of smoke and stale sweat, the kind of place where secrets stuck to the walls like old grease. Beckett leaned against the far wall, one boot propped, scanning the crowd with a practiced detachment. His partner had been here a minute ago. They were supposed to be gathering intel, not playing tourist in a dive full of people who’d sell you out for a shitty IPA.

Then he saw him, slipping through the crowd toward the exit, someone unfamiliar glued to his side. Beckett’s molars ground together. He bit the inside of his cheek until the metallic tang of blood bloomed across his tongue. His eyes narrowed, following every step until they were gone through the door. "Unfuckingbelievable."

He moved. No hesitation.

The night outside was cooler but no cleaner. Streetlights flickered like they couldn’t decide whether to die or not. Beckett closed the gap in three strides, his hand snapping out to clamp around his partner’s arm—not a greeting, but a command.

“We’re leaving,” Beck said, voice low, each word deliberate.

When the stranger opened his mouth, Beckett’s stare cut across him like a blade. “Not you.” He yanked his partner away, already pulling him down the sidewalk.

“We’re not here to drink, or talk, or disappear with whoever catches your eye,” Beckett muttered, his tone sharper now, quiet enough that it was meant only for the man in his grip. “We’re here for intel. Recon. You want to play games; do it on your own fucking time.”

His grip didn’t loosen until the neon of the bar was nothing but a faint glow behind them—and even then, his hand lingered just a moment too long.

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