Mar of SHIELD

Lazily, Mar looked up at the new recruit. “You must be Malcolm.” He kept his posture relaxed and easy, even though he was very out powered here. Extremely, actually. But if anything, Mar was a bravado agent. He was a master of bullshitting, a master of appearing cool when he really wasn’t. “I’m Agent Wilder, and you’re going to continue doing whatever it was that you came to do. I’ll just stand over here and watch.” He smiled at Malcolm. It was more of a sleazy car man smile than a genuine ‘it’s nice to meet you’ smile.

Agent Wilder’s presence was a bit unnerving to Primal, though he would never admit it. It made him wonder what he had possibly done to have the burden of an agent’s eyes on him while he trained. For the most part, he complied to SHIELD’s demands- sure, there were a few shouting matches with agents (one erupting in a fight), but those had happened at least a month ago, and he hadn’t had anyone watching him train then. He moved towards the center of the floor, where a few punching bags sat. He hoisted one over his shoulder with ease, setting it on the hook. “You might want to get out of the way,” he said as his fist collided with the bag, “I have a tendency to break these things and I’d hate to get in trouble because you weren’t smart enough to get out of my way.”

His eyes were locked on the kid as he punched the bag. He let his words roll around in his head for a few moments, then nodded. "How're you enjoyin' SHIELD and it's training facilities?" They had to beat being a criminal, right? As he waited for an answer, his eyes got glossy for a moment, before a can of Coke and a bag of Doritos suddenly appeared in his hands.

Primal ran another hand through his hair before picking up the water bottle and turning away from the mirror. The urge to take his fist to the mirror was almost overpowering, but he knew the second it happened, SHIELD would somehow know, and he couldn’t stand any more punishment than he already had to endure. The mutant grabbed a towel on his way out and tossed it over his shoulder as he walked out of his room and towards the training hall. Upon entering the room he usually conditioned in, he noticed an unfamiliar face. Primal’s first instinct was to size the man up- he was taller and more built than he, but he seemed to be an agent- judging by his suit- and Primal didn’t expect this man to have any power to harm him. He folded his arms across his chest and took a few more steps into the room, his expression hard and stoic. “Out,” he commanded.

Lazily, Mar looked up at the new recruit. "You must be Malcolm." He kept his posture relaxed and easy, even though he was very out powered here. Extremely, actually. But if anything, Mar was a bravado agent. He was a master of bullshitting, a master of appearing cool when he really wasn't. "I'm Agent Wilder, and you're going to continue doing whatever it was that you came to do. I'll just stand over here and watch." He smiled at Malcolm. It was more of a sleazy car man smile than a genuine 'it's nice to meet you' smile.

And no, not right now, at least. You should relax. Take a break, get some drinks, hang out with some friends. Ya know, while you’re young and can still do shit like that!

I’ve got work to do, sir. I don’t really have time for that right now. Especially with the incident reports I have to file before the Christmas party.

"And c'mon, kid. Take a break. You'll kill yourself with all this work. Take a break. Come hang out with me or somethin', and if anyone asks, I say you're, uh, helping me with my paperwork." Because genius or not, Mar hates paperwork with a passion.

He took a long pull from it before answering. "No. But you will. The name is Mar, remember it, that's the name you'll be screaming at some point in the future."

He led the way back to the hood of his truck, picking up a pair of wire cutters and offering them to Mar. “Your timing is perfect. If I lift the engine out of the way, could you reach in and remove a piece of piping? It’s an easy enough job, but much more time consuming with only one set of hands.”

Making sure he gave the other man enough room to move, he looked over the rest of the machinery. "Is this your car?" Casual conversation seemed pretty easy with this man, so far, and Mar liked that. "Or are you a mechanic?"

The moment that outburst left her mouth, her entire body drained of color. She was frozen, pale, bewildered as if her surroundings no longer made sense. Suspended for a moment, she soon after broke into a sprint and bolted right past him, immediately out of the cafeteria and straight into the nearest women’s restroom. Thankfully finding it deserted, she fell to her knees before one of the sinks and let out a muffled sob into her hands. Had she really just screamed that aloud?

Blinking out of his self induced daze, Mar rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't fuck anything with a pulse. People in relationships, I won't mess with. And people who clearly dislike me. I won't force myself on anyone. Everyone seems to think that I'm constantly getting laid, but I get turned down more often than not." He'd once heard somewhere --had it been on Bones?-- that in order to connect with someone, you had to give a part of yourself. Well, here he was, sitting outside the bathroom door like a creep, giving out his secrets.

Ablutophilia: I’ll write our characters making love in a bath or shower Agoraphilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a public place Claustrophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a confined/small space Coprolalia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty to the other Endytophilia: I’ll write my/your character having sex while clothed/partially clothed Fetishism: I’ll write your/my character having sex/playing with an intimate object.  Hematolagnia: I’ll write our characters having sex with blood play Haptephilia: I’ll write my/your character becoming aroused by my/your character’s touch.  Masochism: I’ll write my/your character being dominated/humiliated by my/your character Odaxelagnia: I’ll write our characters biting each other in a sexual manner  Parthenophilia: I’ll write my/your character taking the others virginity  Polyiterophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex together with multiple other characters. Scatophilia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty over the phone to your/my character. Somnophilia: I’ll write my/your character waking the other up by sex Triolism: I’ll write our characters in a threesome Vincilagnia: I’ll write my/your character being tied up by your/my character sexually. Voyeurism: I’ll write my/your character watching the other having sex/masturbating