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[apsoft-blog]

🤖 Классное средство автоматизации рутинных операций | xStarter 🏧

[sorcerxr]

@ashenxone

    Only a week had passed since the rescue of the Hong Kong Sanctorum. A week since Mordo had walked away, since Kaesilius and his ilk had been sucked up bodily into the void.

    Hesitation, reservation-- these things had never been a part of Stephen’s life in any real, intentional sense. It was so much simpler to step into the paths of your demons, so much easier to see your challenges clearly and quickly.

    Recklessness had no place here, though, as before him stood a window. It was an odd window, reaching floor to ceiling, seemingly installed at a whim into the wall of one of the Sanctorum’s innermost rooms. Safe, quiet, protected.

         Sealable.

    Wong’s reluctant direction-- concerns appeased by much promising and care-- brought him to the pages he’d needed. Even then, two days of obsessive focusing on nothing else was necessary to calculate a safe way to peer into the Dark Dimension that would prevent any energy from passing in or out.

    He wanted so badly to break down the safeguards, step back into that great darkness if only to find his answers all the faster. Would Dormammu be peering back, considering the infinite ways that no doubt existed to get around the bargain? Or..

         “Are you still alive in there, you purple-eyed jackass?”

[alekseinovak-blog]

Report. || Tristan

@agentdurant

Aleksei had kept himself busy while the majority of the camp had been on leave. He hadn’t taken any himself, having no where to go. He was also in Lieutenant Vasile’s charge, being new and having much to prove still after his long recovery. He was given an opportunity to help to do so though when Costin left camp with a few others to further aid the allies. The agent that was supposed to interrogate the camp’s newer prisoners had an assignment elsewhere as well, leaving Aleksei to handle them himself. Which he was easily willing to do. It was what he’d been trained for and had done prior to his imprisonment.

Interrogation was like a form of art to the young Russian. The were different tools and techniques of the trade. Definitely not a profession for those with weak stomachs or resolves. In spite of his own torture, he even employed new methods he’d learned from the Nazis. Ones that had been used on himself. Though he adapted them since it wasn’t for medical study or scientific purposes. They seemed to be working, as he had information to pass on to Intelligence. Aleksei hadn’t been entirely sure whom he should give the information to, however, so he sought one of the operatives he’d been previously informed of. “Извините-” he cleared his throat. “Excuse me?” He inquired in his heavily accented voice to garner the attention of a young agent upon his approach.

[alekseinovak-blog]

Aleksei was perched on the remains of a tree long since fallen, observing the camp and surrounding treeline within his vision. He spent more time surveying the area in the early hours of the morning and late hours of the evening than he did actually sleeping. He’d been having a bit of a rough time acclimating but he was starting to come around here and there. He made more of an effort to be present at different times though he still hadn’t interacted with many of the soldiers stationed there. He wasn't known to stay in his tent or spend time in other's. But where he lacked in social and people skills, he tried to make up for by keeping busy around camp, or so he hoped he was. He really hadn’t been among them long and he knew he wasn’t exactly readily accepted by everyone.

[sgtshanewells-blog]

Nagging. || Doc

@docxstone

Having not seen her during leave, Shane took it upon himself - as if it were his duty as her friend - to stop by the med tent first thing to check in on her. If only to bother her about what she’d done with her time instead of spending it in New York with most of them. It was something of a regular occurrence between them, showing up to pester the other. Though it wasn’t really much of a bother since they were friends after all. “Did you even actually take a break this time, Doc? Or were you fabricating medical issues to stay entertained with?” The first sergeant teased when he’d found her. She was always keeping busy, just like the rest of them. They all needed their distractions and things to stay sane out there.

[sgtshanewells-blog]

The final night’s festivities seemed to have left a few of the men suffering hangovers in its wake. Shane managed to avoid one himself, having remained within his limits for the most part, though he did push it some. All in all, he did enjoy the short break they’d been given. It was much-needed for many of them. But it was back to war for them all now. The first sergeant had been focused on inspecting the machine gun he primarily operated with his partner when he heard footsteps approaching. “The trigger began to stick during its last use," he felt compelled to explain before looking up from the weapon.

[sgtshanewells-blog]

Independence Day.

New York was a crazy town - especially for the holidays. And with the war still ongoing, the Independence Day celebration was rightfully so. Shane’s family used to trek across the pond every so often when he was a boy. New York had been one of his favorite places they’d stop. He hadn’t really been in years though. But his company always managed to convince him to go along with them to bars and parties during leave in Europe. Honestly it didn’t take much convincing. He’d attended dozens of parties with his family growing up - many they’d thrown themselves, many others they’d been invited to. 

The first sergeant was dressed in a navy suit over a white shirt, a pair of suspenders, red tie, and black and white wingtip shoes, complete with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. It was a far cry from his usual military attire and casual garb, but he wore it well though and he knew it. He had yet to really begin participating in the festivities himself, taking to observing the scene around him while he enjoyed his cancer stick first. “Quite a party,” he said looking down toward the ground with the slightest hint of a smirk on his mug.

[whelanesque]

Missing Person.

Rhys hadn’t come home. It wasn’t like Seb really knew what his life was like nowadays so he had no way of knowing what to expect. But he’d known the man for nearly thirty years and that wasn’t like him. He’d left a note to say that he was meeting a friend for drinks. He’d even mentioned it to Sebastian earlier that evening in case he wanted to go. But he didn’t come home. Seb wasn’t his keeper but he didn’t contact him to let him know anything. Should he expect the older male to though? The Irishman just worried, a lot. They were both hunted and Rhys was an active participant in the ongoing conflict. It was only when he’d seen the news and the name of the establishment made him remember the name of the place Rhys had mentioned. Sebastian went down there to do a little investigating. He had to find out what exactly happened. No matter the risk..