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[vetusxestxperpetuaxdeos]

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The raven haired woman was in the training hall, a Recruit brought in due to her book smarts as well as having a couple other good things about her such as the fact she practiced the modern gymnastics style and parkour skills on her extended resume. She stood wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt arms crossed waiting for the man who was going to be training her with something outside of her pistol Beretta 92FS.

She looked up hearing the door as she fixed her shit to make sure that her stomach was covered along with her tattoos on her back. She blinked seeing the man in a cowboy hat walk in. She raised an eyebrow and spoke with a distinct New England Accent, ‘Hello sir. I am Marie Lovecraft.’

[aliasgareth]

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He pulled away, unable to stop from smiling at his uninvited guest. The past few months had been busy for their respective organizations, so much that Gareth almost forgot about Tequila entirely. That was at least until he showed up looking like a filthy lost mutt in his bathroom.

“You need help cleaning up?”

[wakandansecurity-blog]

@shotgunrodeo

There was no hiding his condescending amusement at the thickness of the American accent he was being subjected to. The drawl was something out of those ridiculous westerns he grew up watching from time to time with his tribe and the man before him certainly looked the part. W’Kabi could not be entirely sure if he was not in some sort of hyper-realistic childhood dream. 

“...was that a metaphor?” He finally asked after the man stopped speaking.

[rebellicvs]

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He had passed by on pure chance but when he had caught sight of what was going on, he watched for a while, trying to figure out what was going on. He could have just continued on but the thought alone felt wrong and so he stayed. When it looked like the man in the cowboy outfit was in real trouble with no way out, Gabriel made a hasty decision. Flying down as fast as he could with only two of his three pairs of wings working, he landed behind the other man, furling his wings close to his back but not letting them disappear completely as he said, “looks like you are in some trouble there. I can help you if you want?”

[hatuthunter]

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“A shotgun, really?” 

Hunter had one gloved hand in the pocket of his trousers and the other leaning casually against the glass separating him from the sickle and masks on display in the museum. He had come to investigate a breach at the Met, but it appeared he was not the only one.

“You might as well have brought a megaphone with you, kid.”

[namesjack-a]

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He rolled his shoulder in thought, eyes looking past Tequila’s bulk to the building opposite the New York HQ’s. Reports had occupied his time lately and a visit from Tequila was both unwanted, but necessary if only to vary his routine a little. 

“So what I’m hearing is Champ is getting tired o’ you moping and wants me to put you to real work.”

[agent-lancelot]

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GROSS, WHERE IS THE TRASH BIN.

You’ll look at stripper policeman James and YOU’LL LIKE IT 🔪

[notwhiskey]

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Dan leaned back in the booth he shared with Tequila, not even bothering to move his boot when he accidentally brushed it against the other’s calf. With an unapologetic half-grin, he raised his bottle of non-alcoholic apple cider to his company. 

“Gotta say, you’re a lot better company than my brother. You in town for long?”