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“the BOYS AT THE LAB came up with new toys for w o m e n. wanna help me test them out?”

         “What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? You meant to store it somewhere that men can’t?” X snorted at the sound of it, shaking his head when she offered the next part. “Keep that shit away from me. Go fry one of the kids with your lady gun.”

“Would it be sycophantic to say you?” V asked, all but batting her eyelashes at him. She was, naturally, pretty damn satisfied with his compliment, but it could have come from anybody and she still would be pleased with herself. “I collect lots of things. Jaws included,” she smirked at him, making it obvious she was acting in jest. “You’re making me blush, X. It’s a shame you haven’t bust out the leather, or I’d return the compliment.” 

         “I’d be impressed by the power-play and sudden vie for attention.” He had no doubt in his mind that V could be ruthless if she wanted to. X had never crossed her, never had a reason to bring out that side of her, though he wasn’t afraid to push her in the training room. Though that time was spent more screaming at her ( life was a battlefield after all ), it wasn’t to spurn her. It was to make her better under fire. Finger tapped against the glass in his hand, “My belt is leather. Does that count, sweetheart?”

“You know, a lot of the new kids still have something to prove. They’re too afraid to let loose. I bet it’ll be an old reliable. Like A or I,” V said, eyeing up the drink in his hand. All the worms had offered her was a lukewarm beer, and she couldn’t help but wonder where he had dug the cognac up from. “Maybe not kill. I’m aiming for stun, actually. Is it working?” She smirked at him, doing a little twirl designed to get him to appreciate the full view.

         X couldn’t say much about not letting loose ... but it was more for a lack of interest than wanting to be taken seriously. Twenty years in with the MIB and he didn’t have anything to prove --- so he had his cognac, and that was participating. At V’s twirl X nodded, chuckled softly against the rim of his glass and took a mouthful before commenting, “Is there someone you’re trying to stun in particular, or are you collecting dropped jaws?” A pause, “I ain’t gonna lie and say you don’t have a nice ass. You got a great ass, V. You know that,”

eye chuckled. “oooh,excuuuse me, princess,” he held up his hands in mock surrender. i didn’t see your tiara. does it not fit with all your pretension?” he eyed the glass in the senior agents hand. “did you seriously bring your own cognac to this party or did the worms bring some?” that was a bit out of the worm’s budget.

         “You don’t see the fucking crown? Open your eyes, gargantuan.” Free hand, one finger pointed to his head. Of course there was no crown there but damn it all if X didn’t believe himself a king at all times. “I always have my own cognac here. Small celebrations to get myself through the day. Every day.” And he chortled at the very idea of it ... but the bottle of cognac was locked in his desk and X regularly poured himself a glass after a case, or whenever he felt like it.

a werewolf costume wasn’t exactly creative for a man of his stature with his beard, but it certainly suited him. it wasn’t even that complicated, which he liked. it was just jeans, a flannel shirt, and a big furry wolf mask. he perused the makeshift bar the worms were working. alcohol wasn’t expressly allowed at this party, but the worms had the hookup. if he wanted something non alcoholic, he’d visit the cooler by the snacks table. neeble handed him a red solo cup that he called “apple juice.” “i like how q doesn’t want to really approve of drinking at hq, but she knows it won’t be any fun if we don’t,” he chuckled, nudging the person beside him.

         “I enjoy the woman, I really do, but there’s little to be done to stop me from drinking around you chuckle fucks.” It wasn’t meant to be rude but that was X, it seemed --- rude and brash without a care in the world. His brows raised as he did a once-over of I: a large man well-suited for the role of a werewolf. If X were a merrier man he might have commended him on the choice, however simple. “And don’t nudge me. If you make me spill my cognac you’re buying me a new bottle.”

Don’t ask why V already owned a skin-tight leather jump suit and thigh high boots- she wasn’t even sure herself, but she had always known it would come in handy one day. She had purchased a black mask and pair of ears on the way to HQ, and voilà, Cat Woman was born. “I can’t wait to see who takes it overboard this year. It’s the best party of office parties, honestly.” She said conversationally to the person next to her. 

         His fingers were wrapped around a glass of cognac --- from his own stores, thank you very much --- and the perpetual look of what the hell is wrong with these people was plastered very much upon X’s face. Of course he wasn’t dressed up, unless you count his regular black suit, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t ... mingle. Or maybe he didn’t have a choice, the line was very gray here. With V’s appearance he swallowed the rest of his glass worth of drink and shrugged, “Some new kid who can’t handle their liquor.” And a quirk to his bow, “You tryin’ to kill someone with that ass in that painted-on get up?”

In my time of being mostly asleep or working since my time back to work I’ve been able to think of some wanted connections for Agent X! If any of them below interest you, feel free to shoot me an IM and I can fill you in!

C turned around in his chair too quickly, dragging his feet across the floor of his office in an effort  to steady himself and face the person who just walked in, smiling sheepishly after clearing his throat. “Good morning,” he began, choosing not to address the fact he almost just did a 360° turn in his chair. “I’ve got that paperwork you asked for, sorry it wasn’t sooner, I’ve been swamped.”

         Though X noticed the almost full circle in the chair he chose not to address it either, instead offering his hand out to relieve the paperwork from the younger agent. They were easy to coerce into doing paperwork that wasn’t necessarily worth being done. But this one was green behind the ears, it showed in the eagerness, and X rose his brow as he spoke, “You gotta put your foot down some day. I appreciate the paperwork being done but if the wrong people find out you do it upon request they’re gonna make you do all of theirs with a bat of their lashes.”

There were some days that being one of the new kids on was completely and totally obvious. Sometimes, N was able to keep her chill and day by day she was getting better and better when it came to the… oddities… that came through headquarters but sometimes something just caught her attention. Forced her jaw to drop in complete and utter disbelief. “What the hell is that?” she whispered to the nearest agent, making sure they were the only one who could hear her in attempt to refrain from offending the alien being escorted. She had a million other things to do- a mission to go on but that could wait “I’ve never seen that species before”

         “Parlaxian,” He answered thoughtlessly. X’s eyes shifted up to study the alien for a moment before they moved back down to his newspaper, “And like any other species, they don’t like being stared at. Rude in their culture, too.” A thumb rose to his mouth, tongue wetting the pad of it so he could better grip the paper and turn the page. “Gotta brush up on your species, kid. Gonna get you into trouble sooner than later if you don’t know the boys coming through customs on the reg.”

     Originally they began as a sane project, various headphones lined upon his desk as if he was testing them and determining the better. They also began as whole pieces, but within a half hour each were dissected into parts and in the center of the mess was a reconstructed, combination of them. Granted, he used the internet for the idea, knew little about creating technology but enough for this to work, hopefully. “I assure you, there is method to this madness,” he spoke, feeling a looming presence beside him.

         “Just looks like a fuckin’ mess to me.” Gruff voice crackled over the rim of his coffee cup. Whatever the break room was serving tasted like sludge, but that was to be expected when all there was for creamer was powdered shit. If the worms didn’t stop drinking all the cream he was going to lose it. “What is it supposed to be.” Less of a question, no interest in his tone, but it was there. For the sake of conversation. His paperwork was done. He had nothing to do.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

✨👽 This isn’t [ AGENT X ] walking towards the Brooklyn Battery Ventilation Tunnel. You did not see that [ HE ] looks like [ IDRIS ELBA ] and you do not know that [ HE ] is [ 43 ] years old. You have never known [ HIM ] to be [ HARSH ] and [ INTOLERANT ], and have never heard of [ HIM ] being [ SINCERE ] and [ CALM ], even though [ HE ] has been with the Agency for [ 20 ] years.