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[ drew starkey, homosexual, cis male + he/him, power mimicry ] j.j. juniper is a chaotic good agent of pandora selected for his relation to a member of the scientific development team and underwent the top-secret mutation process. to the rest of the world, the twenty-six year old originally from louisiana, usa is deceased or missing. however, in atlantis, they are now known as copycat of acedia after developing the ability to mimic the powers of others. the agent has been with pandora for two years and is trusted for being clever & agreeable, but once reprimanded for being mouthy & underhanded.

#pandora.intro

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"do you think i'm overdressed?" it was training day, the activity chosen optional. j.j. chose aquatics, since it reminded him a lot of home, and he hadn't gone swimming in a while. he currently stands across from his fellow agent, in a pair of board shorts adorned in rubber duckies, and vibrant yellow floaties; the flippers really completed the ridiculousness of his look.

"i'm goin' for 'beach day'. you think i nailed it?"

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myriadpandora

"I mean sure we have time to workshop it, though who doesn't want to be a Might Overlord?" Cayden laughed a little as he watched the other motion for him to follow him, it seemed they were leaving the arcade without playing any games together at all. "I think we are supposed to go by out Callsign. Rules and all that. So I'm Toxin, you are Copycat. And we established that you aren't able to control arcade games soooo my guess would. Shapeshifting or power replication? Something along those lines?"

"Um I can synthesize any chemical I have ingested ever, and make it my bodily fluids. Usually spit or secret it from my finger tips." he said wiggling his fingers showing them to the other man. Not that they looked any different than normal fingers.

powertheft

"... so we're going by fake names, got it." a laugh bubbles up from his chest, arms crossed over his chest. it's not that he didn't take his role seriously, they were doing dangerous work here; he was just more happy go lucky about it all, focusing on the positives where he could. he tried to keep his spark at least.

he pats the other male on the shoulder, igniting a reaction between them. he feels the surge of power rush through him, energizing him from head to toe.

"fingertips, huh." eyes narrow as he tries to concentrate, tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth. "...how does this thing work?"

#caydenofpoison

myriadpandora

"Oh? Mighty Overlord of the Arcade. Callsign Fire Wire." Cayden snorted a laugh as he leaned on the machine nearest to him and looked it over pushing the buttons experimentally before looking back at the other agent. "All the fun none off the quarters."

"I'd love to try you. But sure the games could be fun. I know the plot of Castlevania but only because I like vampires. I would have loved to gotten vampire powers. Never heard of a Gundam before this conversation." Cayden smiled as he got closer his fingers moving to gently stroke the joystick, up and down the mechanism. "Agent Toxin. But ah...my real name is Cayden. If that matters." he whispered the last part knowing he shouldn't really be giving out his name.

powertheft

"ehh, we'll workshop the name." chuckling softly, he leans against the machine arms crossed over his chest. "but not bad, thinking on the fly. guess everyone here has gotta be quick in one way or another."

he shakes his head at the agent toying with the controls, finding maybe these machines were a bit too difficult to explain to a first time player. he'd blow most folks out of the water, no question about it.

"lots of folks just go by their callsign, doesn't matter to me." he motions for the other male to follow, feeling a bit hungry after his gaming session. "you can call me jj, but my callsign is copycat." glancing over his shoulder. "guess what i can do?"

#caydenofpoison

savioresque

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 ˃˃ 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 _ 𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙸 & 𝙲𝙾𝙿𝚈𝙲𝙰𝚃 ˂˂ akeno exhaled, slow and measured, like the thought had been turning in his mind long before copycat even spoke it aloud. " acedia, " he echoed, the word settling into the heat between them. it did make sense⸻ someone in acedia would know far more than they let on. their role was to support, to enhance, to adapt. always in the background, always necessary, but never at the forefront. a perfect place for a traitor to slip through the cracks unnoticed. his fingers traced idle patterns against the wooden bench, the barest movement, his mind sorting through the new angle. he nodded once, a slow, conceding motion. " that's a solid theory, agent copycat. but that only tells me you don't trust the people in your own division. or maybe this is your way of telling me that it's you. " but akeno highly doubted the latter, especially with the hesitant and nervous way copycat asked if he was the mole. he scoffed, the sound soft but carrying weight, leaning forward just a little bit to face copycat fully, the haze curling between them, his dark eyes resolute and unwavering. " i'd rather die than go back on my word. " the answer left no room for doubt. no hesitation, no indulgence in theatrics. just truth, stripped down to its core. his lips curved, though— just slightly, an almost amused flicker. " i swore my allegiance to pandora. to being a blade against the kind of filth that rots the world from the inside out. and nothing— nothing— will make me go against that. " his voice remained smooth, even, but beneath was pure conviction. " can you say the same ? "

powertheft

"luckily for you, my information comes from observation, not my powers." jj knew of those who could peer into the mind of others, steal their memories even. pretty gnarly stuff, even he had to admit. it felt weird enough stealing powers, he couldn't imagine the identity crisis if he had someone else's thoughts rumbling around his head.

"like you. i've seen your file." he hums, perhaps a bit too light hearted given the situation but... he felt confident in most folks here. the mole had to be a fluke. "and i know how far your loyalty goes."

"well, i'm a little artistic about it but... yeah, i like to think i'm a reliable guy."

#uncanines

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myriadpandora

"Decidedly not." Cayden said as he looked at the other and over his shoulder to the screen that declared the other as the loser. He had been curious what the commotion was about, only to find someone in the arcade quite upset about how their game was going.

"I suppose you don't have arcade resetting powers either. Shame for both of us huh? Tragic really. So ah what are you playing? I'm actually not that good at video games. Or I wasn't. I might be better now I don't really try and play them all that often."

powertheft

"if i did, i'd make this whole place mine." it didn't seem particularly often that he had company here, but gaming was one of the few pleasures he could take from his old life, so he clung to what he could here. thankfully, he had a knack for these old school arcade games, so he played these for hours.

"you ain't never seen one of these things before? this one's gundam, pretty legit, but we managed to get castlevania n' DDR too. classics, man." it was clear he was enthused about it all. "wanna try?"

#caydenofpoison

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savioresque

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 ˃˃ 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 _ 𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙸 & [ 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 ] ˂˂ the sauna's heat pressed in around him, thick with damp warmth, turning every breath languid⸻ sweat tracing slow lines down his chest, down the curve of his spine, before vanishing into the towel hung low on his hips, loose, like an afterthought. and akeno sat still, back straight against the wooden paneling, eyes shut as the rest of him lay bare, marked by old scars and defined muscles carved from years of exacting, deliberate movement. but despite the pretense of calm in his expression, he wondered about how the world schemed beyond this room : a whisper here, a leak there, information bleeding into the wrong hands with a traitor in their midst. he heard the wooden door creak, telltale sign of someone else joining him, their presence a quiet ripple through the heat. but akeno didn't care, too deep in thought to pay them any mind. well, not until a tangled knot of a theory needed someone else's mind to unsnarl. lifting his head slightly, he slowly opened his eyes, gaze cutting through the haze to look at the other operative. his lips curved, a lazy, knowing smile. " tell me, " he murmured, voice smooth, seeping into the space between them. " it would make an awful lot of sense if the mole was an envy, lust, or gluttony agent, right ? " a pause, akeno exhaled slowly. if his own theory was right, that would make himself a suspect too, wouldn't it ? but the thought only amused him. " the deadly sins designed to slip through cracks, to collect secrets and slit throats before disappearing without a trace. i think it makes sense for the traitor to be one of us. what do you think ? "

powertheft

a moment of reprieve was nice for copycat, the sauna just seemed like the natural place to find it. things seemed a bit out of control lately, and while it very rarely read on the surface for him, he was truly nervous about the outcome. he was strongest alongside others, but when no one could be trusted, he felt more isolated than ever.

as he enters, he tightens the towel around his waist , a bit surprised to see another agent here at this hour. made sense at least, everyone was seeking relaxation in one way or another.

he slides into the seat beside him, unable to stop himself from sneaking a peek at his chest. j.j. really needed to hit the gyms more...

"well, i'd personally go think of someone acedia. we have access to all kinds of information, kinda gotta know the ins and outs of every agent, too."

he gives pause, glancing over nervously.

"it ain't you, is it?"

#uncanines

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psherlock

He couldn't remember the last time he had been in a real arcade, like the ones from his youth, but the one here at Pandora had certainly became a favorite stop of his whenever he had the free time; either because of the nostalgia of it all, or because a part of him still loved playing games to pass the time-- there was no real telling.

Stepping into the fairly empty room, which wasn't that surprising given the hour and the fact that everyone was making the most of having the camera footage deleted for the next two days than wasting time on games, he was happy to hear one of the machines loudly alive as one of the younger agents hunched over it; a paragon of focus and determination.

Smirking, with an amused chuckle under his breath, he couldn't help but shake his head with amusement as the you lose echoed through the room around them.

"Power, no, but I might have an old trick or two up my sleeve." Waltzing over, Hamrich smiled softly down at the other agent for a moment before leaning forward and crowding the younger man's space. Reaching for the controls, he started making a serious of nonsensical movements and clicks to the point that it likely looked like he was just messing around, but after about a forty seconds or so the machine's screen blipped before jumping back to the main selection screen; the icon in the corner now saying test instead of detailing how many plays he had left currently.

"There." he breathed out as he stood up again. "Honestly, I'm a bit surprised that still works." Hamrich admitted. "Haven't used that trick since I was probably your age, or a little younger. Puts the machine in testing mode so it's basically free to play, but it still keeps track of your score and dumps it into the leaderboard as if you were paying to play. Should let you go for hours, if you can handle it," he added on with a soft laugh.

powertheft

a brow raises as one of the head honchos (at least in his eyes) enters the room, putting him slightly on edge. he'd seen this fella around, seemed real gruff n' tuff-like, someone he'd normally be ducking in the halls of his old school. it was a bit of a relief to see him so easy-going.

j.j. shifts over a bit, letting the man work his magic, glancing toward him with mild enthusiasm. he had to admit, it was hella attractive seeing him work the machine like that, freeing it up for some more games.

"dude, you're the actual best." he beams, impressed. "since you're here... wanna show me what you got? bet i can beat you, even with all your experience."

#psherlock

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level 006 - the arcade

the machine lights up in his eyes, the loud noises filling the room. his fingers tap rapidly on the buttons, tongue poking from the corner of his mouth as he engrosses himself entirely in the game. he's hunched over the machine for a while, until a resounding 'YOU LOSE!' fills the space.

"shit!" he slaps the side of the machine with a loud huff, glancing over his shoulder to spot someone entering the room. maybe they were investigating all that noise he was making.

"you wouldn't happen to have... arcade game restarting powers, would you?"

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#pandora.start

liqvidmcrcury

༝◞━━━━ᛝ "Getting in front? Can do." Flux deeply inhaled. The sound was sharp but not compromised. He was fine with the formation but he'd rely on Daemon as the eyes in back. If need be, he looked light enough to haul over his shoulder and sprint. His choice of action was smooth like warmed gloss across steel. One arm split the thick overgrowth. The other cuts it at an angle and shifts it as they'd make their progression as his pal directed- southeast. "Do we need to discuss a plan if we get bogged down," he'd raise his question at a moment he paused from the middle of weed-whacking. ᛝ━━━━◟༝

powertheft

"i'll... hold up the rear." a kick pause, scratching awkwardly at his temple. "not ( your ) rear, like... in general." a gentle clear of his throat as he keeps close behind, eyes peeled for any potential threats that could harm them. direct combat wasn't his strong suit, but he had plenty of utility tools to give them some distance.

"right then, i'll just follow you." he muses softly, peeking over flux's shoulder. "do you see anythin'?"

#liqvidmcrcury

harbingerofrot

Harbinger had been with the agency for years… and he still managed to get surprised by some of the abilities displayed by others. To just be able to conjure a virtual interface out of nowhere and pinpoint their location within seconds was… incredible. Very handy too but that was something one would not see every day. Moving a lock of hair behind his ear, Walter checks the topographic display. A stream would be the perfect place for them to settle. Clean water – which meant that there would be some animals nearby. Sustenance. It appeared to be an open area but they would need to get there first to check it out for themselves. Find some sort of temporary hideout for them to rest. To regroup.

”That was really amazing!” Like a child, he was excited by seeing something new displayed before his gaze. Anything was better and more fascinating than the ability to virtually kill anything with a touch. “If we get to the stream, we are bound to find some fauna there. Animals tend to gravitate towards bodies of water.” Whether they would be predators or not was a different conversation – but he didn’t want to alarm Daemon without checking the perimeter first. “I know you are tired. It’s just a little bit more.” It felt nice to be able to protect someone rather than just be used as a weapon to reap other people’s lives. It made Harbinger feel all warm inside. Almost as if he finally had a purpose he could get behind. “I can piggyback you if you are tired. According to your map – we are not far. I can do it.”

powertheft

a sense of pride fills his chest like a balloon, a rare moment where he was undeniably praised. it felt good, he couldn't lie, another surge of energy renewing him. "'course mate, it's what i'm here for." it's one of the few ways he could prove himself useful in the wilderness, if nothing else.

"i couldn't get many details but-... worth a shot." daemon cocks a brow at the suggestion, adjusting his glasses as he nods in the direction they were meant to go. "i can walk, best have you ready for combat, should anything happen."

#harbingerofrot

liqvidmcrcury

༝◞━━━━ᛝ "Sorry. Can't change that." Flux's arm cuts through the air. The reflection of sunlight gleam across the the polished steel. He could've just moved the overgrowth with the skirting of his hand; but, what fun would he have if it they just aimlessly charted the land. Flux threw both arms behind his head, crossed as they'd finally reach some high trees. He immediately rushes to the shady area.

"I think for the sake of optics and optimism, we're going to materialize it within the next few paces." Daemon had been his first encounter since they'd arrived in this hellhole. He would've traded this for 48 hours of controller free encounters. "If you track the cache, I'll secure the area." Flux tossed his head, looking over his shoulder and past his elbow. "Deal?" ᛝ━━━━◟༝

powertheft

daemon was simply out of his element. he'd performed field work, sure, but his strength lied not in his physical prowess, but his ability to support others. gathering information, accessing encrypted systems, utilizing his powers to disable their foes and lock them down. he was lucky enough to find flux when he did, he doubts he could've handled a one-on-one encounter.

"thanks, mate." he mumbles, not entirely thrilled to be here either. still, they could assist one another here.

squinting, he taps at the virtual projection before him, honing in on a cache out in the open. "third of a mile southeast. but... looks unguarded, just sittin' out there."

might be a trap, but it was better than nothing.

"you, ah, lead the way."

#liqvidmcrcury

harbingerofrot

It was hot. And the more time they spent out in the open, the higher chances they had of being found by something. Harbinger sighed as he halted his movements, wiping the layer of sweat from his forehead as he looked toward his fellow agent with a lingering smile on his lips. They should find someplace to lay low. Give them time to rest, to maybe hunt for some food if need be – but most importantly – stay away from possible threats. Daemon was not a fighter, which meant Walter would have to deal with whatever came their way… and that would – unfortunately – mean that he would need to remove his gloves and get things dropping like flies. So far he had been lucky and managed to avoid any unnecessary conflicts… but was it wise to push his luck?

”How about we pause for a moment?” The agent crouched for a second, brushing away his hair out of his eyes. Maybe he should get a haircut after this? “Do you think you can check a map of where we are? Maybe find a place we can lay low in order to rest?” If he needed rest, Daemon definitely needed rest. And none of them would get anything done – let alone survive – if they were running on fumes. “Once we have a place to lay low, we can rest and worry about supplies. And don’t worry.” His gaze lowered to his gloves, jaw clenching in response to a question that roamed inside his own mind. “I’ll keep you safe if something comes our way. Promise.”

powertheft

panting, the tech nerd was grateful for the opportunity to pause for a bit. if the higher ups were monitoring their progress, then he was surely in for some intense training in the coming weeks. it seemed his time in the chair had impacted his physical capabilities.

"um, right. on it." sniffing, jasper produces a virtual interface, displaying a crude topographic layout of their location. "when we landed, i sent out a couple of my bugs to get a lay of the land." he gives pause, only for a beat. "not like, actual bugs-... that's what i call my little mates."

clearing his throat, he nods, pushing up the bridge of his glasses. "right then, we ought to be approachin' a stream, might be able to find a spot there."

#harbingerofrot

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"it's hot."

a loud sigh escapes daemon's lips, feet dragging against the ground. sure, every agent had to endure physical trials to join pandora's ranks, but jasper was less about physicality and more about the domain of the mind.

"can't we take a break? we've been trekking along for bloody years now." he couldn't even be assed to bring forth a screen, his body and mind exhausted from the legwork he'd been putting in. "at least let me try tracking a cache."

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#pandora.start #pandora.event

savioresque

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 * ﹕ the smell of butter and garlic permeated the air, something sizzling in the pan while levi leaned against the counter⸻ arms folded like he was supervising. but he wasn't. not really. he was just watching himself work : his duplicate moving with easy efficiency, sleeves shoved up to the elbows, hands deft as he flipped something in the pan with a practiced flick of the wrist. and it still felt strange sometimes whenever a dupe like this would materialize, wearing a look that could never be found on his face, steady & patient, focused in a way that wasn't just about the thrill of the process. it was something closer to care. it was something that rarely ever cut through all his selfish and masochistic hedonism. then, someone walked in, and levi— both of him— looked up at the same time, but it was the dupe who spoke first. " you hungry ? " levi – 02 asked, softer than levi's would have been, none of the usual teasing or challenge. just an offer, like pure unadulterated kindness. levi grinned as he looked at his dupe, rolling his eyes lightheartedly. " you're gonna make people think i can actually cook. " a statement immediately eliciting a side – eye from levi – 02, unimpressed. " you can. you just don't. " the dupe, after all, was just a small fragment of his psyche, a facet of his personality. levi scoffed, tilting his head as he watched the way his duplicate waited, eyes steady on the agent that just stepped in, hands still working even as he bided for an answer. it was almost like learning something about himself. what he could be, what was already inside him. levi looked at the other agent and shrugged, a bemused smile on his lips. " it'll probably be good. i mean, i made it, technically. "

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : LEVEL 07, THE COMMON ROOM'S KITCHEN.

powertheft

it was very rare that jasper could be found without his face buried into a screen, multiple oftentimes. today, however, he was conservative with himself, bringing only a thin tablet with him as he walked. he was obsessed with data, uncovering secrets hidden behind firewalls, it's what caught the attention of project pandora in the first place.

"that's a real fancy trick." he hums, standing in the kitchen, tapping away at his screen. "but... i reckon i can differentiate you by now." biosignatures, vitals, surely there was some trick he could employ.

"what's on the menu?" the techie plops down into one of the seats, adjusting his glasses. "i have an egg intolerance."

#uncanines

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