#thread;; manny

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Psionic vs. Astral || Manny & Lucy

There’d been reports of some citizens disappearing around Pansaw that had come to C.A.R.M.A’s attention. Usually this was more in line with the Pansaw Police Department’s territory, but the scenes where some of the bodies were eventually found presented some alarming visuals. The discovered bodies were practically destroyed in what most agents had described as a “wrathful frenzy” akin to an animal. That wasn’t the worst part, however. These scenes where the corpses turned up had blood-written messages foreshadowing the Nephilim’s return. Naturally, that was where C.A.R.M.A had to get involved. 

Any incident relating to the Nephilim, its former members, or their potential return fell right into C.A.R.M.A’s top priority of missions. The organization refused to let another supremacist group or attack happen again if they had the means to stop it. 

It’d taken a few weeks, but witness accounts eventually got them a suspect and a warrant for arrest. The woman in question turned out to be Lucy Cage, though no one knew if she was a Metahuman or not, but if she was spreading Nephilim propaganda, it seemed safe to assume Meta. That was why Manny was sent out on this particular mission; his telepathic and psionic detection abilities could get a better idea of what she might be capable of before a potential fight happened. Through some research, he tried her home first with no answer. A quick mental inspection with his hand against the door proved that no one was home, so he expanded his search for this woman. Biodome Park. After returning to his C.A.R.M.A-issued vehicle, he made his way straight there. 

Manny stepped out into the park a few minutes later, highly aware of psionic energy in the area. There appeared to be at least three Metas currently out here, but which one was Lucy? Checking the artist sketch he had in his digital files for the face to look out for, he found her in the middle of the field. As he walked closer he could feel the waves of psionic energy radiating off her. She was definitely some sort of psionic, but precisely what, he couldn’t quite tell yet – the one downside of that ability there. He’d have to poke around her mind for some clues. 

“Lucy Cage,” Manny announced himself in the very formal, professional “agent tone” he’d practiced. He went through the usual routine of showing his virtual badge from his standard C.A.R.M.A wrist gauntlet. “On behalf of C.A.R.M.A, I’d like you to come with me. We have some questions for you in regards to some missing persons and homicide cases we’ve been investigating.” 

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First Time Show || Manny & Kris

Manny couldn’t believe he was doing this; this was certainly not what he expected when he signed on as a pledge for his school’s Delta Kappa fraternity. All new inductees for the most popular Greek fraternity had to sign a contract to be featured on a porn site to attract sponsors. Manny wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but if he wanted to be a part of the biggest fraternity on campus, what choice did he have? 

So he decided to just go ahead and get it over with one night when the house was pretty quiet and empty. The blond locked himself in his room with his computer, logged into the site, and turned on his webcam. A bundle of nerves settled in the pit of his stomach as he saw some sponsors logged on in a chat box on the side of the screen. He took a deep breath before leaning forward a bit to deliver an awkward, unnecessary introduction. “So, uh, yeah. Manny Henderson here with Delta Kappa, what up,” he started with a quick, two-fingered salute and a sheepish grin. “I, uh, don’t really have any idea what I’m doing here, so I was kinda of just gonna start stripping and, uh, jacking off I guess? So yeah...” He clapped his hands together and sat back in his seat, pushing his chair further back along the floor so the camera could capture more of his shirtless, tanned, and muscular torso. “Suggestions are very much welcome, folks.” He took another deep breath as he slipped his hand into his boxers, stroking himself with soft gasps to get himself hard. 

@kinkkingfuckery

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It seemed Manny wasn’t the only one who’d woken up in the opposite sex today. Most of C.A.R.M.A’s employees were experiencing the same problem, which made security protocols a real bitch to handle today. Naturally, the only way to know for sure who really was part of the organization’s staff here was to call the telepath every ten minutes. Manny made his way downstairs at the latest call, coming face to face with today’s security guard and some strange man he’d never met before. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared, diving just enough into the other’s mind to get a name and a few recent memories. 

“Rowan Aubri?” he said. He hadn’t interacted with the newest researcher much save for a few passing hello’s in the hallways. He gestured at the security officer that this one was okay and offered Rowan a small smile. “You look different. Done something new with your hair?” 

@rowanaubri​

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The New Guy || Manny & Nick

After C.A.R.M.A had been hacked, some former Nephilim members made a return, and one of their prisoners had escaped, agents were being sent out left and right to help clean up the mess and track down the Nephilim. Needing all the hands on deck they could get, C.A.R.M.A was now volunteering newer recruits to pair up with senior agents to scout the city for any traces of Nephilim activity. The last thing the organization (and Manny personally) wanted was for their return. Today, Manny had been paired up with Nick Howling. While they hadn’t actually met before now, he knew the Meta was another former Rebel and maybe that was why the Second in Command decided to place him under his wing. 

They’d gotten a report in on a Metahuman group spreading violence and graffiti’d propaganda of the Nephilim’s return. These Metas were attacking humans and Metas alike, not really caring who they hurt if their victims stood in their way. There was a lot more of that now in the past week after a few of them had attacked the city. He insisted on driving one of the C.A.R.M.A-issued vehicles to the scene of this group’s latest crime right outside Lompico, sirens blazing as he weaved skillfully through traffic. He could sense psionic energy from multiple sources ahead, maybe about three blocks, so he knew they were getting close. “Hey, you see anything up ahead?” he asked, glancing over at Nick in the passenger seat. “The call said there were about five or six of them wearing dark hoodies and carrying spray paint cans. They should be in this area still.” 

@nickthedragon​

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Premonitions || Mayden

It was late at night when Manny began tossing and turning in his sleep, mumbling incoherently on occasion. He’d been sucked pretty deep into a dream. Vivid images flashed through his mind in quick snaps but they were imprinted in his memory. 

A spot in Pansaw as the sun set. 

He sees a group of people he quickly recognized as the Nephilim approaching each other in a circle. 

There’s a pulse of energy, a flash of red, and what came next he couldn’t see, but it was enough to get his heart racing as dread filled his entire being...

“No!” He woke with a start then, shooting up into a sitting position with a sharp gasp. Manny’s eyes flew open as a cloudy white film dissipated. He sat there, gasping for breath and hands trembling. His precognitive part of his abilities always took Manny a minute to properly collect himself after. 

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Surprise || Manny & Hayden

A lot had certainly changed since the Nephilim had attacked a few years ago. For one thing, Manny’s severely altered memories about his past had all returned slowly but surely. He remembered everything about being part of the Rebel Army and the failed mission that ended up with him forced into C.A.R.M.A’s Meta Squad. Despite that, he’d decided to stay with the organization of his own volition, hoping to use his telepathic abilities to aid the new Commander in cleaning up C.A.R.M.A from the inside out. Also, he really enjoyed working in the same place as his girlfriend Hayden, especially considering she had such a knack for getting herself in trouble every now and then. 

The agent roamed through the halls of C.A.R.M.A, occasionally giving a casual nod of greeting to some of his fellow employees that were heading out for the day. He’d spent the last few weeks at a C.A.R.M.A base in New York at the Commander’s request to “interview” some of the employees there. He’d finished up and headed home a day earlier than expected, so he’d dropped his luggage off at home and headed over to work in hopes of surprising Hayden. Manny didn’t need to be psychic to know that the Head of Research would still be working right about now. He found her in one of the labs and smiled to himself as he leaned against the doorframe, just watching her fondly for a moment. 

“Don’t you know it’s quittin’ time, Haybae?” he finally said with a light chuckle, walking up to her, “I hope you haven’t been sleeping here while I’ve been gone.”

@haydenthehuman​

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A New Pet || Manny & Kris

As Manny came to, the first thing he acknowledged was the pounding in his head. And the fact that it was freezing in the room. That was the initial reason he had woken up, the chill in the air. Keeping his eyes closed, he reached out to find his blanket to cover himself, but there wasn’t one there....he also wasn’t wearing any clothes, he also realized. “The fuck...” he muttered to himself, finally forcing his eyes open. All he could do was stare ahead for a second before he shot up like a bullet. 

This was not his home. 

The blond stayed sitting on...on a dog bed? He looked around the room, figuring he was in some kind of living room. He was completely naked, save for a collar around his neck, he soon figured out, and now he was terrified. Where the hell was he? He’d clearly been kidnapped, but by who? “Hello?” he called out hesitantly. “Is...Is anyone there?

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The Punishment || Manny & Kris

When Manny woke up that morning, he felt some kind of paper stuck to his forehead and brushing over his nose. With a tired groan, he reached up and pulled it off, staring up at it with squinted eyes. He recognized Kris’ handwriting, mumbling to himself as he read it out loud. “Told you not to welch. Come find me when you’re ready to get your boy parts and do not hit me that'll earn you extra titty time.” He furrowed his brows with a snort, rolling his eyes. Kris was always so dramatic. It was just a stupid wager that he made, thinking he would win, but instead he lost and backed off on his end of the deal. It was ridiculous really, since Kris always had “slutty Missy” whenever he wanted, and Manny absolutely refused to be “Missy” out in public. That was something a little more of the norm on Diran; it was not something normal here in the real world. 

He blinked, his gaze drifting from the note to his hand and wrist, noting just how much more slender they were. That was...not right. “What the...fuck...” he muttered, immediately bolting out of bed. Standing up, the changes were much more obvious. The sweats and tank top he had worn to bed fit differently now, the pants were longer on his legs, and the shirt was looser and baggier. He also felt much closer to the ground than normal. Manny was starting to panic now, so he ran to the closest mirror in his room to see what was going on, and his heart nearly stopped. He stared at his reflection, eyes going wide and jaw dropping as he studied the female form looking back at him. 

Hesitantly, Manny’s hand lifted to his face, watching in horror as the reflection copied his movement. This couldn’t be real... His hands dropped to his chest, cupping his breasts and his brows shot up to his hairline. Shit, those were real. His heart was hammering in his chest as his hand slipped down in between his legs, a soft yelp escaping from his throat as he felt a lack of something down there. For a few moments, all Manny could do was just stare in horror at the mirror, taking deep breaths. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he was internally freaking out. What did Kris do? Then, he finally couldn’t hold it any more, and screamed bloody murder, the noise echoing throughout the house. “Kristofer Payton, what the FUCK!?”

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