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“We should dose his coffee.”

[morgananamed]

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      “ Have you considered that calling someone a tosser after they           compliment you is a bit of an odd reaction? “

      And yet, still distinctly Eggsy.  The young may may very well be         an excellent agent, but he had the tendency to push as many         buttons as he could at once simply to see what would explode         first.  Luckily for the new Galahad and many other agents,         Armitage was far too patient for his own good and too most         of the jesting comments in stride.

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As the Fates Allow

MAN FOUND IN CAMBODIA ALIVE DESPITE LANDMINE EXPLOSION, ARRIVES AT SAINT BART’S UNCONSCIOUS CAMBODIAN EXPLOSION JOHN DOE STILL HANGING BY A THREAD, PUT INTO A COMA DOUBLE AMPUTEE JOHN DOE WAKES UP FROM A COMA, NO IDEA WHO HE IS

     ❝Your mission, Mordred, is to fulfill your destiny,❞ Agent Cain intones even as Agent Loki rolls his eyes from his perch on the uncomfortable hospital chair. Mordred sits up, the mission specs in hand. It had something to do with Kingsman, a clandestine organisation that took a massive blow half a year ago. Weakened, but not out of the game yet. Moirai wanted it destroyed for constantly disrupting their grand scheme, and Mordred---ever pragmatic---could see why.  ❝Kingsman must go, and there’s no one better than you to do it.❞

     ❝Don’t fuck it up, ey?❞ Loki says with a grin before biting into his apple and wiping juice off his chin. Both Cain and Mordred spare him a withering glance.

     Back to the issue at hand. ❝So, all I have to do is impersonate this man, gain the trust of an entire bereaved and bereft organisation, and bring it down about its ears.❞ At Cain’s nod, Mordred continues, drily and in a low, melodic North Fife accent: ❝Doesn’t sound so hard.❞

     ❝Don’t disappoint us. The thread of this planet has grown too unruly, and we are here to cut it.❞

     ❝As the fates allow,❞ Mordred intones loyally. The two other agents leave the room as they had arrived, silent and unannounced, leaving Mordred to study up on his new alias.

     He sighs, the itch of his legs unbearable without his bionic prostheses. ❝Doesn’t sound so hard.❞ In the loneliness of the room, the agent sounds less sure. He flips to a crib sheet, the name of his new identity in bold type.

     Merlin.

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1. Roxy is very protective of Eggsy. We see a little bit of it while they’re in training because she often steps in to defend him against Charlie, but that instinct extends past their early friendship. It crops up most often when Kingsman elitism is aimed at Eggsy. Roxy is very quick to shut it down, especially if Eggsy’s not around to do it himself. In the short time that he was gone, in fact, Roxy nearly had a row with Chester King over a snide comment at her friend’s expense.

2. Eggsy is one of the first and few people Roxy lets loose around. Ordinarily, she’s fairly tightly laced, but when they aren’t in the field, she finds she’s able to relax with him. Part of it is because he doesn’t judge her for being so uptight (though there is a bit of teasing). He respects her and her intelligence, so it’s easier for her to unwind with Eggsy because she doesn’t feel like she has anything to prove.

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sleightofhands replied to your post: sorry ive been scarce everyone!!! my person life...

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“Everyone deserves a flower today.”

Platonic V-Day

        Merlin sniffles, dotting under his nose with a patterned handkerchief and clearing his throat. ❝Perhaps we should save the flowers for the springtime, Eggsy.❞

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      Roxy grins and rolls her eyes, moving her laptop to the side to save it from Eggsy as he leaps into her bed. Arms and legs stick out in defense, jostling him back before she lets him settle. She matches his shit eating grin with one of her own, pinching his chin affectionately. “Yeah, he’s this blonde idiot. Dunno if you know him. Some fucker named Gary?” The agent slings her arms around her friends’ shoulders and kisses his cheek.

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