#toxicvxpes

[thenxmbersprogram]

toxicvxpes started following you

“I don’t know what’s in those canisters, but you better keep that shit far away fro me.”

[thejackcl]

*@toxicvxpes clicked here for a starter !

      it took him by surprise like always. with the events going on right now having the world is mass alert; he was surprised the other was back at base already. he looked at him with a confused look, standing up as he got closer and hand out to shake his as it's odd to ever have interactions with . . . well anyone other than mira. ❝   surprised to see you back and around. everything alright?  ❞

[kingsmanne]

@toxicvxpes​

It was bound to happen; they kept secret for nearly a century, but during the missile attacks that eradicated with pinpoint accuracy not only seemingly random homes and estates all over the United Kingdom, but also a well-known tailor right in Savile Row, someone must’ve looked harder. Anne knew that the now-Arthur had pulled every string to make the government look away, but when it came to black ops that didn’t have to worry about that... well. And their pact with Statesman couldn’t save their asses from something like Rainbow. 

More or less a doghouse now, it seemed. Better to offer them something instead of waiting to snuff them out and drag the American cousins with them, and as Kingsman was now only a skeleton crew of vigilantes ( the knights-errant, protecting innocents and righting wrongs ), better to play nice. And make alliances. Even if it was a bare necessity and Arthur did well to send the newly reinstated Anne, Sir Yvain, to be the liaison. Still the ugly stepchild that had to prove her loyalty. We got intel, so don’t kill us. And probably keep her too. 

The result was her sitting now in the mess hall of their base, alone in the late afternoon, calmly going through notes on the next briefing, still in the bespoke suit that seemed more like she was waiting to talk about sales and synergy. The introduction to Rainbow had gone more or less smoothly, considering that they had been warned about her, but she still knew that they didn’t trust her and she was probably being observed. And in turn, she observed them while trying to keep a low profile and not attract too much attention. Treat it like a job. Still, she suddenly perked up as she heard steps, turning around like it triggered something. 

“Hi! Yes, hi! Quick question, do I have clearance to just walk around or do I need someone to go with me?”

[shatteredamn]

continuation from @toxicvxpes‘ ask here

“Pollas en vinagre. Espero que...” She cursed, worried, before realizing her mistake. The british operator did not understand her native tongue, swiftly correcting her langual error. “Make sure you don’t damage anything.” She said demandingly, unbeknownst of the background James had. The mechanic never took the time to chat with anyone aside from the ‘girls’ and Ryad. Elena could not help herself from stopping her tinkering in the garage, more than willing to help every operator with vehicle issues. 

She found Porter’s speech rather strange, raising an eyebrow. Why was he calling Álvarez love for? Such a weird man she thought. Yawning loudly, brushing her hand against her cheek, smudging grease on herself. It was late and she really did not want to deal with the inconvenience right now. The car needed to be ready for their next mission.  

[secretum-mori]

toxicvxpes answered from here:

  “ mate– you’ve been wonderin’ what’s in the canister, haven’t ya’? i agree wit’ ya’, an even trade, my secret for yours but i must’ve told you a thousand times already, i could tell you, but there’s plenty of paperwork that goes behind even just makin’ this wonderful concoction. “ a scarred hand rubs at the stubble on his cheeks, briefly closing his eyes in thought before eventually opening up once more & facing down the Russian.

    “ for about 30 quid, i could tell ya’– it’s highly sensitive information after all. don’t want that info muckin’ about, ‘specically since it’s breakin’ a few laws in certain countries. “

     The trapper scrutinized Smoke carefully, his piercing gaze practically searing holes into the other man’s body as if they could reveal the truth alone. It was curiosity that brought on his inquiry, the want to add to his collection of knowledge and how he might add such a deadly thing to his wealth of creative killing methods. Of course toxic gas was illegal, the Geneva Convention outlawed that shit a long time ago during the wake of WWI. Did that stop Kapkan? Not in the slightest.

     “And how will I know you are not lying to me?” He growled, lips curling into a frown. If there was one thing you didn’t do, it was lie to a Spetsnaz soldier; especially if that solider was Maxim Basuda. He had the money but there was an obvious red flag waving behind his colleague’s answer. “If you can’t bring yourself to trade information, we can trade physical objects.”

[thejackcl]

*@toxicvxpes clicked the ♡ for a starter here !

        ❝   i did not even here you come in. did you need to practice as well? i can leave for you to use the facility if need be.  ❞

[thejackcl]

*@toxicvxpes​ continued from here !

          this isn't exactly how he hoped for his day to go. back pedaling a bit-- it was typical to not see ryad within the base very often. let alone see him at all. one of the most isolated on the entire team, ryad made it very well known he liked to keep to himself. this included either insolating himself within his own dorm, or leaving entirely to do his own thing around town. normally, he'd take one of his bikes from the garage and take a ride up into the more country side of the area, although today he planned to go out for a coffee and some fresher homemade foods. it was around then, after suiting up with a nice leather jacket over his usual long sleeved sweaters, he threw on a helmet and rode off base to see what there was to indulge in.

          ryad had taken his time to zoom through cars on the road, and to just enjoy the fresh air from outside the walls of the training facility-- but his ride came to a sudden end when he noticed cars were slowing down on a major road, some having to slam on their breaks even; causing ryad to stop more suddenly than he had desired. confused, ryad flicked up his visor to see what the motion was about. emerald hues looked through the glass of his glasses, but he couldn't see up ahead far enough. his instincted kicked in, and he flicked his visor down to ride up quickly to see the commotion. typically, this kind of thing only happens when a car accident occurs or if authorities are trying to cut through. he knew very well of course.

          not a moment too soon did he speed his way up to where there seemed to be turned an opening on the other side of the lanes, even that side backed up as he saw what had happened. a car when straight into a light pole on the other side of the road, clear the driver tried to stop at some point due to the slight skids on the road, but not soon enough. ryad veered off his side of the road and races to the chair that was completely totaled. parking his bike on the side and throwing his helmet off; ryad raced to the driver side of the car only to see something he'd never want to see in a million years.  ❝    james---?!.    ❞    his heart almost jumped right out of his chest, springing into action immediately with no hesitation to get the door open.    ❝    dios mío amigo. . . stay with me.     ❞    he hated to think it, but seeing this unfold almost triggered something within him to get emotional --------- but now was not the time.

[mioamato-blog]

‘ sing something for me? ’

a little love - ACCEPTING! >> @toxicvxpes

     Aria glances at him and chuckles with a shake of their head, pulling away from an engine to wipe their hands on the rag hanging out of their coverall pocket.  “ You must be REALLY bored, caro. ”  It was one of those slow days. Neither of them had any missions to go on. James didn’t feel like messing with his compounds, so he came to the hangar to sit and chat with Aria as they did their calibrations. They had talked about the food in the cafeteria, then who was the best cook on base, and then whether or not Seamus genuinely enjoyed whatever the hell haggis was. 

     Both of their stomachs rumbled after talking so much about FOOD that James must’ve decided to change the topic by asking Aria to sing.  Which isn’t a PROBLEM because they love singing, but now they have the predicament of choosing a song to sing to their expectant lover. Io Che Amo Solo Te might be too much, even if it would take him a bit to translate it to I, Who Love Only You. That might be something to save for when they’re in bed together. No, they should sing something more playful. 

     Luckily, the radio switched to a CLASSIC song just as Aria was tying the sleeves of their coveralls around their waist, and they grinned at him once they recognized the first few beats of the song. They popped their shoulders and rolled their body to the beats, snapping their fingers as they made their way to him.

     “ You don’t have to be beautiful to turn me on ,       I just need your body, baby, from dusk’ til dawn.       You don’t need experience to turn me out.        You just leave it all up to me, I’m gonna show you what it’s all about. ”

     Aria had circled around him in his metal folding chair, letting their fingers trace along his shoulders as they did so before plopping down into his lap and letting their greasy fingers run through his hair with a big smile on their face. 

     “ You don’t have to be RICH to be my girl ,        You don’t have to be COOL to rule my world.        Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with.       I just want your extra time and your        ”

     They hold his face in their hands planting FIVE soft kisses on his lips in time with the beat.

     “ Kiss ! ”