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zachariah acosta ;; 19 ;; metahuman ;; photokinesis ;; C.A.R.M.A agent but the stars are not gods, they say; they are just lost children, as we all are.

[zachacosta]

irlclairvoyant:

     “Whack ass powers?” Teddy couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, “jeez, can’t get anymore 90′s than that, can we?” Their mood had shifted from nervous about Zach finding out to pure amusement of the situation. Zach was so close to finding out Teddy was Oracle and they couldn’t keep their chill. Even with the threat of being dragged back to C.A.R.M.A., because they knew once Zach found out (which was inevitable at this point) that he wouldn’t do it. And they figured there was no harm in having fun with the situation. “Okay, alright, say I come with you willingly… What would you do once you found out who I am?”

“You really wanna make fun of the guy who’s gonna drag your ass to CARMA?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Who did they think they were, joking with him like that? The only person in the world who got to tease the way he talked without getting their ass beat was Teddy King. Despite the slight against him, confusion filled his expression instead of anger. What in the world did they mean? “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He frowned, his eyes narrowing. “Who are you?” He knew they went by Oracle, but did they really have to be so vague about everything? Sure, it went by the profile, but who had time for that? He might as well have stopped stalling and zipped them down to headquarters... so why wasn’t he?

[zachacosta]

radiatingpolly:

She stood slowly, holding the orange closer to her chest, as if it might try and make a get away. “I’m fine, just clumsy.” She insisted politely, with a bob of her head. “Thank you.” She took a step backwards, nearly hitting the stand of fruit behind her, and proving her point. She felt as if he was looking at her more intently than before, but was sure it was paranoia. If there was something she was good at, it was convincing herself she should be concerned. So, she dutifully fought her urge to walk away, and busied herself picking up a few other pieces of produce. 

“This grocery store is wonderful. I’m new to the area. I’m from a….rural…place. I’m not used to this much selection.” She tried to make small talk as she filled her basket, and awkwardly attempted to ignore her own nerves.  

She seemed nervous, but he didn’t put much thought to it -- with everything that’d happened in Pansaw, he couldn’t blame anyone for that. Even he’d been more of a wreck lately, and normally he prided himself on being fearless to a fault. Nothing lasted for ever, he supposed. He cracked a bit of a smile as she nearly backed into a fruit stand behind her, feeling slightly less inclined to be a monitor -- he was technically always supposed to be on guard, but even if she was a meta, he didn’t think she looked like much of a threat.

Even if he was wrong, there was always time to correct his mistake. For now, he could be nice.

“Yeah, it’s nice enough. California’s got some good stuff,” he said, nodding along as she picked out her produce, his hands tucked into his pockets. “I was practically raised around here, so I’m used to it.” As much as anyone could get used to Pansaw and its antics, that was.

[zachacosta]

radiatingpolly:

Polly hated the grocery store. It was a get-in and get-out sort of mission every Saturday morning. She told herself it was the uncomfortable shimmer of the fluorescent lights, the contrived and false verdent color of the produce. She could come up with a million excuses for hating the grocery store, but it was really an irrational dislike. 

Pulling oranges from their pile and carefully placing them into her basket, she sighed softly, and one slipped through her fingers. The fruit rolled a good ways before smacking into the feet of another unlucky shopper. 

“I’m so sorry!” She rushed to retrieve her fruit, avoiding eye contact diligently.

He would always prefer shopping when it was in the form of one of his and Teddy’s strange early morning dates, but unfortunately those weren’t an every-week affair. With the both of them still living apart, they had their own sets of chores to do, and as much as Zach loved the cafeteria CARMA’s headquarters offered, he’d been dead-set on avoiding it at all costs. In fact, he’d been avoiding work itself at all costs; any time he wasn’t required to be on base, he wasn’t.

Even so, today was hardly the most ideal to shop, and more sleep deprived than he wanted to admit, he didn’t even notice the orange knocking against his shoe until a woman rushed in to retrieve it. “Oh, you’re fine, man. It’s no big deal,” he replied, waving away her apology -- at least until a flash entered his vision, almost enough to be rendered a trick of the lights... at least, until he realized he’d forgone taking out his smarteye. Was it a fluke? Maybe. Maybe not.

“You want some help?”

[zachacosta]

irlclairvoyant:

     As soon as he spoke, Teddy recognized the voice and their whole body froze up. What were they going to do? They knew Zach wouldn’t turn them in, but they also didn’t want to reveal their secret just yet. It was bad, it could get Zach in trouble, and they wouldn’t be able to live with themself if he got hurt because of them. They stood up slowly and pulled their hood over their face more before turning to face him. “Well, again, clairvoyant. I feel like you’d be familiar with the term,” they explained. Teddy’s grip on their baseball bat loosened though, knowing they wouldn’t have to fight Zach, they weren’t going to let that happen. “Don’t get me wrong, you did great, subtly and sneaking and all that, but uh– yeah. I saw you coming.”

Admittedly, he was familiar with how clairvoyance worked -- his partner had that ability, for god’s sake. Even so, it was a little more than slightly annoying to be detected so easily, especially when his late-night task was to bring them in. “Know that with your fancy future-seeing powers, too?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He sounded childish and he knew it, but with how late it was and how much he didn’t want to complete his mission, he felt he’d earned that right. “Yeah, yeah, you saw me coming with your whack ass powers and ruined my ambush,” he continued, sighing. “But... that doesn’t change anything. Look, we both know why I’m standing here. You can make this easier on me and come quietly, or...” He trailed off, grimacing. Something about them just made him not want to fight -- maybe it was just how defiant he’d been lately? “Or we can do this the hard way and you can force me to drag you back bruised up.”

[irlclairvoyant-blog]

Ease My Mind ;; Teddy & Zach

[zachacosta]

irlclairvoyant:

     There was a moment where Teddy really didn’t know what to do with themselves. They were afraid if they went to touch Zach in anyway again, there’d be another vision. But they couldn’t stop themself, they needed to hold him tightly and tell him how much they loved him, he needed to know that htey were there for him no matter what. No matter what.

     “Don’t apologize, please…” They whispered softly before taking his hand in their own once more. They gave it a tight squeeze, knowing that Zach really needed them. He had been through so, so much and Teddy just wished there was a way for them to make all that go away. They leaned against him, pressing their palms flat together. “You can talk about anything with me,” they said softly. “Just so you know.”

For just a moment, it seemed like the both of them were frozen, watching each other with wide eyes and sad expressions. Nothing about his impromptu trip had been good, and somehow it was worse knowing that they’d been able to see it -- not because they knew, of course, but because they’d been forced to experience a part of it with him. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, least of all someone he loved so dearly. He sighed, curling his hand around Teddy’s when they took it in theirs, leaning in at last to press a kiss to their forehead. “I know,” he replied, curling his arms around them, “I just... you’ve seen enough. It gets worse from there.” Much worse, and honestly? That was something he wanted to forget for a while... just a little while.

[soundofcadence-blog]

Night Shift | Open

[zachacosta]

soundofcadence:

Cade woke to a sharp knocking on her door. Groggily, she made her way from the bedroom of her apartment, through the kitchen, over the couch, to the door and yanked it open. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was and she tried to wake up a little. “What are you doing here?”

There was only one thing Cade despised more than being woken up in the middle of the night, and that was being woken up to go do her “civilian duties” for fricking C.A.R.M.A.

The last thing he wanted to do was run around doing missions so late at night, let alone with a partner, but CARMA was insistent and he didn’t have the right to refuse his duties. Even so, he thought it was a bit unfair that he had to be the one to wake the other assigned agent up, and though he didn’t complain openly, his face was pinched into a scowl as he rapped on the door of their apartment, his gear already ( hastily ) prepared for whatever troubles arose. Given that the mission involved a rogue meta, there was bound to be something.

“Rise and shine,” he said, sounding as tired and irritable as he felt, “we’re going meta hunting.” 

[areumhaneul-blog]

IRLspaceboy(s) || Zach & Ha-neul

[zachacosta]

areumhaneul:

“Honestly…hooking up is…gross. Just…sex in general is being off-putting for me. But yes..it’s being a compliment…so..accepting it.” Ha-neul finished, drumming his fingers against the top of the counter; eyes roaming around every now and then still. It didn’t seem as though he was selling himself to Zach and he’d much rather just get to the point of wether or not the guy would agree. If not, then he had  plenty of other people that would fit the bill. “I mean…I’m not sure how much more I can explain….you’re making this be like so much more difficult than what it should be.” Hans sighed slightly, giving a slightly annoyed look as he stared at Zach. 

Well with that new knowledge, he could sort of understand why Zach seemed confused about his forwardness. But still, a yes or no would have sufficed; as opposed to all the questions. Once he heard the actual reasoning for the other man to come out to his event, he couldn’t help but feel it be a slight jab to his ego. “So…you don’t…follow me on anything? Or like follow any of my other events? You just happened to come to this one?” He asked, trying to make sure he was understanding. Of course of all the people he could have picked from the crowds, Ha-neul had to pick the guy that just wanted a night out; and not actually in it for Hans himself. “Okay, well…I can still working with this. You don’t have to be a true fan…I guess…just so long as you…you know, do a good job of promoting me. That’s if you agree of course; but anyways, was…there a reason for you wanting to get out? Or was it like…a spur of the moment thing?”

It was almost nice to meet someone with a similar opinion, even if he wasn’t sure what his thoughts on him were yet. He himself, as someone who didn’t feel those sorts of things, didn’t have a particular liking to hooking up, but then, he didn’t necessarily think it was gross, either. For him, perhaps, but others could do what they pleased and as long as he wasn’t personally, involved, it was fine by him. “Dude, right? It’s definitely not my thing. Thanks for the compliment I guess, though?” Whether it was genuine was another matter entirely, but Zach didn’t exactly care either way -- praise was praise, after all. Even the false kind tended to energize him. He shrugged at the stranger as he continued, not too bothered by his lack of explanation. It seemed lazy, of course, but that wasn’t any of his business, was it? Didn’t affect him much.

He cocked a brow at Ha-neul as he continued, throwing a shoulder in another quick shrug. “Nah, not really. I don’t follow a lot of people on anything, actually... or party that much.” Plenty of people followed him, of course, but he preferred to have a less active feed -- too much could be overwhelming for him. His friends and a few other trusted individuals ( acquaintances, perhaps ) were it. “There wasn’t really a reason, I guess. Just kinda wanted to have a good time,” he answered, not totally lying. There was, in fact, a reason he had decided to go out, but none of it was something he’d admit to a stranger... or even most people he knew. Teddy was about it, aside from those who were given clearance to know about his supposed re-education. “I guess I could probably be your... uh, hype boy, or whatever. Sounds whack, but it’s something to do.”

[irlclairvoyant-blog]

Ease My Mind ;; Teddy & Zach

[zachacosta]

irlclairvoyant:

     When you grew up like Teddy did, there was a part of you that lost how to be an actual person and feel actual person emotions. Between losing Zach for so long and knowing what was going on with their boyfriend but not being able to do anything made Teddy close to losing their mind. The fact that Zach was finally back and kind of safe had Teddy relieved beyond comprehension, though Zach probably understood since he had lived it.

     It was cheesy and cliche, but it was comforting, that he was being so touchy with them. Teddy felt weird and self-centered, but they were relieved that he had missed them, relieved that he loved them, relieved that he was theirs. Typically, their experience was just the opposite, it was nice that Zach was theirs. “I love you too,” they whispered softly, unable to add on the ‘so, so much.’ That was just something that came with being emotionally detached from things. They took Zach’s face in their hands, making him look at them, “I love you.” 

     Suddenly, Teddy felt their body go rigid and in front of their eyes was a dark room, they felt the cold creeping over their skin. There was a shadow of someone standing over them while they were laying down. They tried to move, but they couldn’t, they struggled and struggled, shouts that weren’t theirs came from their mouth and they felt their skin burning, whether it was from a knife or something else, they weren’t sure though. Before they could figure out anything else, the vision stopped and they found themself back in Zach’s apartment, holding his face and staring at him.

     “Did– was that–” Their voice was cracking already, “I-I’m sorry…”

Zach wasn’t normally known for coveting anyone’s affection, but in that moment he was glad he had Teddy’s. It’d been far too long since anyone had said anything kind to him, said anything that implied he was wanted, and if he hadn’t been so focused on keeping his cool ( as much as possible ) he might’ve teared up. The only thing that kept them back, in fact, was that he’d already wasted too many on the likes of CARMA’s top re-educators ( read: torturers ) and didn’t think he had any left to shed even if he’d wanted to seem more vulnerable than he already was. “God, you have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that,” he mumbled, his expression softening as they took his face into their hands. “Or maybe you do, I don’t--”

He cut off as they suddenly stiffened, and realizing what was happening, he quickly wiggled out of their grasp and away from them -- he didn’t know if it would help or not, but he hoped it did. The last thing he wanted was for Teddy to accidentally dig through his freshest memories of CARMA. They didn’t need to see him like that, through his eyes or otherwise. The fact that they’d already known was troubling enough ( had they seen it? ) and the idea of them being forced into one of his memories through his point of view was almost too much to bear. Unfortunately, Teddy’s powers didn’t much care what either of them thought, because it’d taken them there, anyway.

When they ( finally ) seemed to come back from their vision, he scooted closer to them again, grimacing at the horror that seemed to break their expression -- they’d seen. He didn’t need any sort of explanation to know that, and the sympathy they expressed only proved him right. “It’s... you know, it happens,” he mumbled, leaning back against them again, more carefully this time. “I’m sorry you had to like, you know... see that.” He wouldn’t wish being there on his worst enemy -- not that he needed to, given where they all were. “I’m... I’m fine, I promise.”

[zachacosta]

irlclairvoyant:

     Teddy had never been out on patrol on their own before, but it was the Summer of new things (and forgetting old things). Oracle was supposed to become a more prevalent force on the Hero Squad. They were going to be showing up places before crimes happened, beating up assholes, and… Maybe taking names. They’re still not sure if they’re supposed to do that or not.

     But they were out on patrol, decked head to toe in their sweet, sweet Oracle outfit, baseball bat in hand. They weren’t anywhere they could be seen though, or at least they had thought they were pretty hidden. They were perched on a fire escape in Lompico, with their eyes closed and legs crossed in a fancy yoga position. It was a cheesy trick they had learned, but whatever helped, right?

     The yoga kept them centered, it helped their visions be clearer when they wanted them to be as clear as possible, to fight crime of course. Or to make sure Josh was doing okay. But right now… Crime fighting was the most important thing. The streets were relatively inactive though, the only thing that seemed to be coming up again… And again… And again… Was a figure creeping up on Teddy to scare them.

     “Y’know,” Teddy finally said out loud. “It’s a really bad idea to try and sneak up on a clairvoyant that has a baseball bat.”

Work had never been enjoyable for him, but late-night patrolling had to be one of his least favorite assignments. It wasn’t necessarily because the job was boring, although the recent declines in meta activity had certainly made things less action-packed, but because it meant that regardless of what he was doing the next day, he was going to be exhausted. In this case, he had a final the next morning ( an early one, at that ) and apparently CARMA didn’t have anyone else available for the job -- or at least, nobody they wanted to replace him with. Maybe it was continued torture.

To make matters worse, his current project was tracking down one of the heroes.

By the time his smart eye had finally caught up with someone who might’ve fit the bill, he was already more than ready to turn back and curl up in his bed -- or better yet, on Teddy’s couch. Still, he had to follow through on his mission whether he liked it or not, and thus he found himself invisible and creeping up behind the semi-robed figure, thinking that from this angle they looked remarkably like his partner. He was so caught up in that, in fact, that he almost hadn’t noticed that he’d been detected, reacting several moments later than he wanted... and stupidly, at that.

“What the fuck? How’d you know I was there?” he asked before he could stop himself, flicking into view with his arms crossed over his chest. Oh shit.

[zachacosta]

eli-thesoldier:

“No, I’m planning to. I’m just saying I’d hate for him to be sick, you know?” He wasn’t too worried though; the little kitten seemed perfectly fine curled up next to him. If there was something wrong, hopefully he’d be able to tell. “Maybe once he’s all fixed, I could start talking him on walks,” he joked. “Get him a cute little leash and everything.”

“Yeah, I guess. Sure looks fine to me though, man,” he replied, shrugging a shoulder. He’d never had a pet in his life, but he assumed that if they were sick they would’ve made it known somehow. Maybe. He tried to force back a smile at the image of a kitten on a leash, bringing a hand up to wipe it away. “That’s one way to get it out of the house. A whack as fuck way, but sorta dope, you know?” Maybe he and Teddy should think about getting a cat. “What are you gonna call him?”

[zachacosta]

Task 14: Archetypes

60% REBEL:

The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind if that means getting their point across.

archetype family: rebel

other expressions: maverick, feminist, femme fatale, sex goddess

life journey: break barriers that restrict the human spirit.

unique challenge: discover a dynamic and productive way to make your voice heard.

lesson to learn: avoid engaging in power struggles as a way of expressing authority. know the difference between rebellious reactions and rebellious decisions.

defining grace: Justice

challenge to self: understand when the rebel in me is controlling my emotions

20% EXPLORER:

The Explorer is drawn to the unknown and have a thirst for adventure.

archetype family: discovering

other expressions: adventurer, trailblazer, traveler

life journey: to follow paths that are self-discovered. inspire others to explore uncharted territory.

unique challenge: to be unafraid to commit: to settling in one place, with one person, and one style of life; to recognize that exploration can be emotional as well as physical.

lesson to learn: to take the initiative while coordinating with others to break barriers and accomplish great things.

defining grace: self-motivation

challenge to self: I will climb every mountain, feel every moment.

20% ATHLETE:

The Athlete's focus and drive are unparalleled.

archetype family: physical

other expressions: competitor, sportsman, outdoorsman

life journey: to discover a sense of personal power and identity.

unique challenge: to understand that the body has limits; to pay attention when I’m feeling off-balance and do what I need to get back to my core power zone.

lesson to learn: to confront physical vulnerability and accept the reality of aging.

defining grace: endurance

challenge to self: I will explore my strengths beyond competition.

Most of Zach’s results are accurate and no surprises were found in any of them. For starters, The Rebel is a gigantic influence in both his personality and his general role and is the biggest driving force in his development. Over time, while the cause he rebels against may shift and change, it’s unlikely he’ll ever see a significant decrease in the role. The Explorer is also a large part of his characterization in that he is always seeking out adventure and change -- a role that’s supported by his rebellious nature. While much lower than his primary role, it still influences a good amount of his behavior. Lastly, The Athlete brings focus to his competitive nature and endurance in hardships ( whether physical or otherwise ) and is another major role in his characterization. As he continues to develop, he may see a decrease in unhealthy competitive behavior and comparison to others, but will always carry a desire to keep improving himself.

[chanhyeok-byeol]

Hold Up || Zach & Chan-bye

[zachacosta]

chanhyeok-byeol:

When he’d joined the Rebel Army as a scout, it had sort of been an impulse thing. Honestly, Chan-bye had felt like he sort of owed them. Especially since one of their members had helped him out, when he got into a bit of trouble with some agents. Plus, didn’t joining them sort of count as like…a big step towards socializing…well, since he couldn’t really tell his family; he’d assume not. But since he was a registered Meta, and lived practically right next to HQ; the boy assumed he would prove as a useful teammate

Currently strolling through the Wolfhurst shopping center, his eyes fell onto a man dressed in his C.A.R.M.A gear and walking around; just seeming to keep an eye on things. Suddenly, he was struck with a rather intelligent (well in his eyes it was) idea. The place was pretty crowded, Chan-bye could easily tail him from a distance. Well, maybe a little closer than just a distance; since he didn’t have a scent on the guy, it would be easy to loose him. Especially since it would also be far too easy for himself, to get swept up in one of the many crowds of individuals. So he’d just, keep a safe distance sort of directly behind the man and staying partially hidden by a body or two. In his opinion, he was doing pretty darn well right now; of tailing the guy. That is until he’d turned a corner, which in turn made the scout speed up a little bit; turning the corner to try to find where the agent went. Only to come face to face with said agent, who didn’t seem to be very pleased. 

“O-oh…ahh…hello, sir…” He began warily with a sort of forced chuckle, as he stared with wide eyes at the C.A.R.M.A agent before him. “Uhm….so you…knew already I was following you around? I was ahh…curious about like…all of that stuff you’re wearing…and I…I…” Chan-bye trailed off with a small stutter, never being the best at lying in general. Especially lying on spot. “Think Chan-bye, think. Say something that will sound real.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head and refacing the agent. “Is it fun? I uhm…want to join! So…I was going to ask you like..questions and..yeah..” It sounded bad in his own ears, he could only imagine how it sounded to the man before him. Mind going a mile a minute, the rebel scout wondered to himself if things would get physical; and he’d really hoped not. He’d joined as a scout specifically due to his powers not being the most useful in actual combat.

@zachacosta

Unfortunately, there were drawbacks to being out of the torture chamber, the first of which was the fact that he was back on the job. Since there hadn’t been any serious metahuman incidents, he wasn’t particularly worried about causing a scene, but the ever-monotonous work of patrolling felt drab and uninteresting, especially since there was nothing he could do but wait for something to happen. Given the temporary calm that’d settled over CARMA, he wasn’t optimistic that he’d find anything to soothe his boredom -- at least it meant his job was an easy one. The only problem was that it gave him time to think, and with everything that’d gone on in his life lately, that was the last thing he wanted to do. Maybe if he played his cards right, he’d be able to distract himself with some not-work-related thing, but with everything he’d seen so far... he doubted it.

There was just nothing interesting going on in Pansaw... or so he thought.

He realized somebody was following him several blocks back, and finding enough of a reason to suspect something was up with them, had decided to confront them in an alleyway up ahead. After all, since he was in full gear, it wouldn’t have surprised him if it was somebody looking for trouble -- given all CARMA had done lately ( and not-so-lately ) he couldn’t say he blamed them, but the occasion did give him an opportunity for entertainment. And to stop thinking so hard on the not-so-distant past -- something he’d take any excuse to do. Once he reached the alley he prepared himself to face them, one hand on a neuralring just in case the person happened to be a metahuman... something that definitely wouldn’t have been surprising.

When they turned the corner to follow, he was standing at the ready, eyes narrowed and suspicions raised, only to find that their excuses were worse than their ability to follow discreetly -- it was impossible to lie to him, of course, but they were particularly bad at it. “You do know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” he asked, cocking a brow. “Not that it’s like, hard with you or anything, but I just figured you should know before you say anything else. You know, just in case you finally thought of something that isn’t whack as fuck to say.” He paused, sizing the other man up and deciding he probably wasn’t much of a threat, although he knew that first instincts were rarely right when it came to metahumans. “So, you gonna tell me why you’re really following me around, or do I have to kick it out of you?”

[irlclairvoyant-blog]

Ease My Mind ;; Teddy & Zach

[zachacosta]

irlclairvoyant:

     The last few months had been all kinds of hell, with flashes of what could be happening to Zach paired with dreams of what was definitely happening to Zach. They had barely had any sleep anytime their mind showed them the hell their boyfriend had been forced through. They had done everything in their power to spend all their time with the other heroes, or drinking enough caffeine to keep them up until they were so tired they wouldn’t even remember their dreams.

     Finally though, there was peace. The peace wouldn’t last, but Teddy was savoring it while it did last.

     As they laid on the couch, curled up with each other, there were so many questions running through Teddy’s head about what had happened. They wanted to know so much, but they weren’t going to ask. Zach was so tired, he looked dead, they weren’t going to push their boyfriend like that. “You’ve got me now…” They whispered in response, letting their head rest on his shoulder.

“You have no idea how glad I am about that,” he mumbled, holding them as close as physically possible without aggravating his injuries. Of course, the statement wasn’t entirely true -- Teddy had been just without him as he’d been without them -- but he was just so grateful to be back and out of CARMA’s hands. Saying it’d been a tough two months was a horrible understatement, and now, perhaps, he could get used to things getting back to normal. No torture, no threats, no nothing -- just him and his favorite person in the entire world.

Truthfully, it was that which made it difficult to focus on the dumb cartoons Teddy had put on. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate it ( he did, more than anyone would ever know ) but all his attention was on how their head was tucked against his shoulder, how their chest rose and fell with each breath, how they were both alive and together again. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He didn’t want to stop thinking about it, as if the moment they left his thoughts they’d be ripped away from him again and he’d be back in that horrible chamber.

“I’m sorry, I’m probably gonna be saying this shit for the next like, million years...” he started, a bit embarrassed by how touchy-feely he was being, “but I just... I love you so much, okay?”

[areumhaneul-blog]

IRLspaceboy(s) || Zach & Ha-neul

[zachacosta]

areumhaneul:

Hans could see the confusion written across the guy’s face, but ignored it in favor of continuing to explain why he was speaking to him to begin with. “Correct. I’m not flirting, believe me. Not to say you’re being like hideous or anything, just…no. I’m more important than some random hooking up.” He explained with a small roll of his eyes, “You’re welcome. And that’s being perfectly fine. You’re just like having that look you know, if people are like seeing someone like you on my media pages; more will come to my events.” Ha-neul explained, examining the crowd for any other potential people he could try this on. Just incase Zach decided to not take the offer.

“Exactly. My hype boy. And well….yeah, is that like not being something you’re doing over here?” He asked absentminded before getting back to the topic at hand. “Zach. Right, listening to me though. I’m offering to you a very cool deal, all you’re having to do his buy some of my merchandise, come with me too the most popular events and promote me online as well in public. It’s very easy. If you’re like…wanting to be paid, it goes by each event. I’ll giving you like a certain precent.” Ha-neul said, giving another pointed look to his phone; then raising a brow in slight surprise at the following comment. Thinking it over, and listening to what track was being played currently from his USB; he nodded finally. Moving to scoot just a little closer, so he wasn’t yelling over the music. “Fine. Ahh…so…what is like…the reason for you to coming to this event. If you’re like not a frequent participant?” He asked, trying to get some form of conversation going.

“Good, because I’m not really the kind of guy who goes around and like, hooks up with people.” Not that he thought himself above it ( although... he most certainly was ), but for the simple fact that he wasn’t interested in that sort of thing. Hook-up culture just wasn’t his scene. “So, is that supposed to be a compliment? Because, that’s dope and all, but I’ve got no fucking clue what it means.” What kind of look did it take to seem popular? Was Ha-neul trying to say -- without saying it outright -- that he was attractive? It was true, of course, but he thought there were better ways to go about that sort of thing... namely, being upfront about it. He listened with a slight air of disbelief as Hans went on about what being a hype boy entailed, unsure if he wanted to be a part of something like that. Sure, he wouldn’t have minded the excuse to get away once in a while, to feel normal, but still above people, but the whole thing still seemed rather odd to him.

“Nah, man, I’ve never heard of it, anyway.” It didn’t necessarily mean that it wasn’t done, just that he didn’t know about it... but he liked to think he was well-versed in how things were done in the area. Admittedly, the idea of being paid for nothing more than attending parties and posting a few tweets now and then didn’t sound like a bad idea, and as Ha-neul scooted closer, he thought maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, after all. He seemed reasonable enough to hold a conversation before having anything set in stone, after all, and it was important to have some flexibility in a job... or so he’d heard. CARMA didn’t often give much of that. “Just kinda wanted to get out, to be honest,” he said, shrugging a shoulder. “You know, try and have some fun.” And forget about the fact that he’d been violently tortured for the past few months.

[zachacosta]

eli-thesoldier:

Eli snorted. “This city is full of weirdos. Walking a cat would be the most normal thing I’ve seen yet.” Although he hadn’t been in Pansaw for long, Eli had seen the impossible more times than he could count; in the training room, on the streets, in the news…these days, weirdness was everywhere. “I think I’ll be good- I just hope he’s healthy. I’d hate for him to have like…fleas or something, you know?”

Admittedly, the stranger had a point. “...Okay, true. I guess walking a cat is pretty normal, when you look at all the whack ass shit that goes on around here.” Metahumans existing was only scratching the surface when it came to chaos, and that was saying something, all things considered. “You could always take him by like, the vet? I’m sure they can fix him up if anything’s off.” Personally, he didn’t know where a vet’s office even was, but in a city so large, there had to be several in vicinity. 

[areumhaneul-blog]

IRLspaceboy(s) || Zach & Ha-neul

[zachacosta]

areumhaneul:

Ah, words to Hans’ ears. With that news given to him, all awkwardness fell away to his usual cocky persona. Moving to put a little more space between him and the other male, but not to where it seemed off-putting. “Oh, perfect. Then I’m not needing to do all of this.” Pausing to take a sip out of his water bottle, Ha-neul paved on to what he was actually here for. “No, no, no. Thank you, that wasn’t why I was coming over here, trust me. But you’re very like…popular looking, like your taste is being obviously great; since you’re coming to my events.” He began explaining, watching the other male to be sure that he was following along with where he was trying to take this.

“Basically what I’m doing is like, asking of you a favor. I’m needing for you to like hype me up you know, your friends and their friends and so on. Tell them about my events and the music I make, how much fun they’re being; just overall promote me.” Ha-neul finalized pulling out his phone to bring up the digital add telling about tonights, and other events happening within the month. “Give to me your number, and I’m gonna sending this to you. Telling all your friends and tell them, to tell their friends; there are VIP passes and shit that I’ll give out. So long as they follow, like and share my social medias.” He explained, all but demanding that Zach share his contact information with him. If he was going to continue to grow in popularity, he’d need multiple ways of getting his name out there. Sliding his phone to the man, he gave a pointed look to him; silently telling him to punch in his number. “Ha-neul by the way, its good that you’re knowing my actual name, since you’re gonna be like my hype boy. Hans will work if you can’t saying it correctly, and my stage name is ‘Starboi’.” 

Suddenly, he was confused. Or more accurately -- the man beside him was confusing. He’d never met someone who’d gone from awkwardly flirtatious to cocky and relaxed so quickly, and even on his worst days, he doubted his pride would cause such a drastic change in character. He was known for exploding out of nowhere, but somehow that felt different than the apparent show the stranger had given him. At least his anger was genuine; with Ha-neul, the only way he could be certain of his genuity was the fact that he couldn’t be lied to. “So... you’re not flirting with me?” he asked, a bit relieved but wondering exactly where this man was going with all of this. Especially with the compliments that came next. “Thanks, I guess? I just kind of came to this one on impulse,” he admitted, shrugging. “I don’t usually do these kinds of parties.”

He hadn’t in a long while, at least.

Any confusion in his expression immediately turned to surprise as Ha-neul went on about hyping him up to his friends ( what friends? ) and anyone willing to listen. So surprised was he that it took him several long seconds to even begin to react, and by that time the stranger had already set his phone down on the table, shooting him an expectant look. “You want me to be you’re fucking hype boy?” he asked, clearly bewildered. “Dude, what the fuck? Do you just like, randomly pick people you think look popular and pull this shit?” He wasn’t mad -- it was quite the compliment to be recognized -- but he felt more like he was being targeted than valued.  “Name’s Zach,” he said, eyeing the phone that’d been set before him. “Hey, you mind like, actually having a conversation with me before trying to recruit me for your ad campaign?” He didn’t have anything against the idea, in particular, but he liked to feel appreciated for his work.

[secondcommand-sinclair]

Tipping Point || Zach

[zachacosta]

secondcommand-sinclair:

After almost two weeks of no progress in regards to the city’s alternate reality dream and the now missing Metahuman responsible, Elisabeth had finally decided that it would be more productive – and less detrimental to her health – to focus on other things that needed her attention just as much if not more so.  Reports and file updates, potential employee applications, additional information Monica sent over to her that needed to be reviewed soon…  And the agent that she was trying to find.

After his temporary removal from the Meta Squad and extended rehabilitation, Elisabeth wanted to make sure Zach was recuperated before she approved him to return to full duty and go out on any big field missions.  She finally managed to track the young man down in one of the training rooms, unusual enough given the evening hour and little traffic on the building level.  The commander watched for a few minutes before venturing into the training room, taking care to alert him of her presence so she wouldn’t caught him off guard and end up with anything thrown at her.

“Agent Acosta,  I’ve been looking for you.  Do you have a moment?”

@zachacosta

It’d been several weeks since his latest attempted re-education, and it was safe to say he still hadn’t taken it well. While not quite as openly defiant and care-free as he’d once been, he took a particular joy out of hissing insults under his breath and criticizing the organization whenever possible. Anyone who knew him knew of his displeasure with everything they stood for and he made no attempts to deny any of it. If that meant another trip downstairs into re-education, so be it; he was done pretending to support their cause. He continued to cooperate only to save the people -- or rather, person -- he held dear to himself, and he knew that CARMA would have no trouble ripping them away from him if they felt it was necessary.

It was his turmoil with his loyalties that caused him surprise when someone much, much higher up than him found him -- in the training room, no less -- and he didn’t bother to hide that. What would she possibly want with him? All things considered, he was surprised he wasn’t viewed as a traitor. “You’ve been looking for me?” he repeated, still working through the possibilities in his mind. “Uh, yeah, I guess so. I just finished up here... did you like, need something?”