#pandorasparasite

[thetriumvirate]

@pandorasparasite gets a post-event starter from Smoke

LEVEL 07

COMMON ROOM

"Ah hear they're returning". A thick Scottish accent oozes from every word as Smoke leans ever so casually against the pool table, one hand holding his cue while the other swirled the empty beer can. There was not many details to go around the gossip mill but those sent to deal what whatever shit was going on were returning – and apparently not without casualties. Unfortunate, yes – but maybe if they were stronger or did what was expected, perhaps they wouldn’t have died? Weren’t they all fully aware that any mission they were sent to could very well be their last? But if they were coming back – did that mean the mission was a success minus a few casualties? Smoke shook his head, his attention shifting from his now empty beer to Killshot, who was actually taking his shot in their game. “Howfur many o' they bastards ye think 're goin' to need therapy?” It was a rude thing to say – but a reality nonetheless. If they were present when their teammates died or failed to keep them alive, that would undoubtedly affect their psyche. They were going to have nightmares for quite a long time and in return… that would affect their concentration and focus. They would probably be benched from field missions until cleared to go out again. Which… meant that those that did not experience that level of emotional damage would have to pick up the slack somehow. Like him and Killshot.

”Y'ill want ‘nother beer?” Fingers crushed the empty can as Smoke leaned against his cue, gaze drifting from the pool table to the way Killshot was positioning himself to take his ( killer ) shot. “Nae gonna say yer’ daddy wis a bloody baker, pal… but ye’ sure 'ave a crakin’ set o' buns.”

[leschevalier-a]

@pandorasparasite an angel's respite ft killshot & sanctuary

for the first time in what felt like days, sanctuary sat down. ever since czernobog attacked atlantis, he had been on his feet or soaring through the halls. he had done what he could for the injured, and had fussed over every single one of his patients with meticulous care. it had been killshot to urge him to take a break. there were other doctors, and the androids could tend to the needy. sanctuary insisted that he would ben fine on the couch, and he was adamant about it. he was a guest in killshot's apartment, he would be more than happy on the couch. after his own apartment had been destroyed, sanctuary had little choice. "thank you again. I don't know where I would have crashed if it wasn't for you." he relaxes against the couch, eyes shut, bare legs stretched out in front of him.

[thetriumvirate]

@pandorasparasite gets a starter from Smoke

"Ah dare ye'." The words are spoken with such confidence and determination that there is no room to escape. It mattered very little to Smoke if they were in private or at a bar with several empty glasses before the two of them. After their interruption back at Atlantis, it was only fair for him and Killshot to have some fun on their own. Away from the other agents - because some of them were really annoying - and bask in the opportunity to do whatever the fuck they wanted with no thought for consequence. That's one thing that he liked about Killshot. He was bold enough to give no fucks. Not like some, feeling the burden of morality or being temporary members of the fucking Sisters of Perpetual Prudery. "Ah dare ye' to go to the loo, git off yer' undies 'n' bring thaim back to me. Like a souvenir."

[thetriumvirate]

closed to: @pandorasparasite LOCATION: Resort Bedroom

With the accuracy trial done and over with, and to no one’s actual surprise that Killshot had won – Bloodborn is the first to enter their shared room, glancing over to the flowing curtains, the warmth of the breeze caressing his skin as a welcome home. “Of course, you won.” And that meant he could get a prize and for some reason, David believed that the prize could not and would not be shared with others. That was the whole point of a prize, right? Whoever won could claim it, and everyone else would get a nice pat on the back and a thank you for playing. Not that David was all that bothered by it. He had participated out of entertainment and as a way to keep what had happened at the church from his mind. Whatever distraction that could be provided for that, he would most certainly take it.”There’s no surprises there.” And Bloodborn was actually proud that his roommate had scored the win rather than anyone else. Sure, they were all good people and all that jazz, but Killshot was his roommate and the others… were not.

”What are we having?” Marching toward the bar to grab whatever bottle would tickle their fancy tonight, David gave Ricky a quick wink. He wasn’t all that close to the other agents. There were exceptions, obviously. And by the day, he was becoming friendlier with others – or physical – which was not entirely a bad thing. Just… sort of new? Having friends or whatever they ended up becoming… “I am just going to come out and say it.” Picking two glasses and slamming them on the counter, David couldn’t help but chuckle. “Watching you headshot those targets definitely turned me on.” Why beat around the bush? He always did have a little heat for people who could handle their weapons well. It was hot! “And I am not that easy to impress. So… thanks for that, pretty boy.”