that compression shirt hugged against chimera's tight body like a second skin. glamour took a moment to appreciate it, drinking in every groove and inch of the boy. "nope. I wasn't too familiar with any of them." glamour kept other agents at arm's length at all times, knowing it was foolish to form attachments. "I hope you weren't." glamour doubted that much. chimera didn't seem too torn up at first glance, which was good. he had never been a fan of tears. "We haven't had the pleasure of speaking much. Tell me about yourself, cutie." Inside of the kitchen, Glamour moves them to the counter where he takes a seat on a barstool. He pats the spot beside him, "C'mere. I promise I won't bite."

"i keep to myself." it was with good reason, most had known him as dangerous, an allegiant agent that proved to be too risky. even after their previous missions, he couldn't help but wonder why he was kept alive; maybe they still had use for him. he wondered what would happen when they didn't.

"you look awful, sugar." glamour gives the boy a pout, finding his turmoil utterly delectable. chimera looked like a puppy that had just been scolded, and it touched him. glamour always had a soft spot for boys who were rough around the edges, and truthfully, what happened mattered very little to glamour. they had all signed their lives away when they joined pandora, death was always a possibility. chimera joining the fray, flanked by snipers, ready to tear apart his fellow agents, was more intriguing than it was concerning. "come on. let's take a walk to clear your head." he guides chimera by the small of his back down the hall, allowing the boy to control the pace. "what happened wasn't your fault. don't beat yourself up, sugar." glamour offers a kind smile to chimera, hoping he can milk some juicy details out of the twink. "if you don't mind me asking: what was the last thing you remember?"

chimera's brows furrow, glancing down at his attire. he was in standard fare, a white compression shirt and a pair of loose pants. it was comfortable, he didn't see how he looked any worse for ware. still, he wasn't one to fret over his appearance too much regardless.

"Hey there Chimera. Didn't think I would see you around." Colony had been making rounds it made everything feel normal and not all melancholy and sad. It was like tragedy hung in the air and he was ready to shake it off. It was upsetting their fellow agents had died. But when a colony lost it's members you didn't mourn for ages you fill the ranks. New workers. New soldiers.

"it was advised i acclimate myself as soon as possible." the less they saw of him, the more distrust they'd hold of him. despite the insistence that his programming was being reversed, there would always be a sliver of doubt amongst their allies.

Something about the callsigns here felt a lot less informal than they did in the Marines; maybe it was just the fact that he didn't know anyone yet. Nicknames without the sense of camaraderie attached felt so... cold.

"yes." chimera responds as if he's in debrief, recalling events to the best of his ability. "agents pulse, harbinger, ouroboros, hive, fracture and kagami were all killed in action." deep down, he couldn't help but feel a bit responsible.

Barney hadn't even been here that long, but his own personal bullshit aside, it seemed like everybody around here went trough some traumatic recently. He felt kind of curious about it, but he didn't feel compelled to ask anyone. He had enough baggage right now regarding his husband. Perhaps whatever the problem was, these people would get over it soon enough.

"mm." chimera nods in understanding. "i only recently was released from my training into the program as well." it almost felt too easy, but he'd endured plenty prior, and his latent powers had made the transition a bit easier. now, he wasn't sure where he stood with the rest of them.

LOCATION :      LEVEL 05 - POOL.

"i wasn't." the voice is cool, calm, perhaps even musical as it bounces from the walls of the pool room. this place makes him sick to his stomach, if he were being honest, too many memories were left here. but alas, he was keeping track of the recovery of the returning task force, which includes theseus here.

@theirchimera

agent chimera had been pretty quiet since the debrief of their last mission. admittedly, he couldn't help but feel a bit responsible for it all. survivors guilt, maybe, but he was birthed from the very thing they were fighting now.

“  you  look  absolutely  ridiculous,  copycat.  “  the  other  agent  in  his  canary  yellow  shorts,  floaties,  and  aura  was  quite  the  sight  to  beholden  for  someone  who  he  knew  could  be  incredibly  dangerous  otherwise.  “  nailed  it,  for  sure.  “  wren  was  usually  one  to  allow  ridiculousness  in  his  life  and  it  was  nice  to  have  someone  else  who  was  willing  to  embrace  that  as  well.  “  they  look  a  little  snug  on  you  though.  ”  without  skipping  a  beat,  wren  moved  forward  and  stuck  his  fingers  into  the  waistband  of  jj's  boardshorts  and  attempted  to  wiggle  two  digits  in  without  very  much  success. 

"the fit is hard, you gotta admit that." j.j. snickers as he stands there proudly, even striking a pose for agent boon, flexing. sure, they may be risking their lives for this, but he could at least have his fun where he could. besides, now he got to rope someone else into his shenanigans.