#agent bracken

First things first, a mood board/aesthetic board for Agent Bracken

Here is the link to the Pinboard I made for Drew (X)

Secondly, a moodbord for a Bracken and Chimera mission

And thirdly,

A Winter in the Alps

A Bracken and Ondine mission.

Originally it was meant to be a mission for Chimera and Bracken with Ondine as support, due to her connections with the local freshwater mer in the region. And considering her previous encounter with the creature they were sent to surveil, a Tatzelwurm. (ref. The Alpine Incident.)

The team had been ready to board their fight to the region when Chimera had been called away to deal with another matter in France. So Bracken and Ondine set out on the mission without him, as it was time-sensitive according to the local merfolk who had reported the Tatzelwurm(or Stollenwurm) and its increasingly erratic behavior. The mission went by somewhat smoothly and without any major injuries. The cause of the creature's erratic behavior was due to it having laid eggs. It was being more aggressive on top of its already territorial nature. Both agents were able to get a glimpse of the Tatzelwurm entering its burrow. Agent Bracken managed to get a picture in the burrow of the eggs while the Tatzerlwurm was away.

A note from Ondine at the bottom of the mission report:

there’s bloodstains beneath the carpet - a ∆ au inspired by the super, co-starring technical officer drake and @agents-of-virtue​'s agent annabelle

it was a new start. for both drew and matthew. a new city, shining with opportunities and adventure. they had no shortage of hope--but maybe did have a little shortage of cash.

all the same, the knox-edwards boarding house wasn’t that bad. grimy and with a level of grunge akin to a garage band circa 1995, sure, but nothing unbearable.

but as drew was stuck in the hallway holding up their couch, matthew trying to figure out who needed to pivot and in what direction in order to not have furniture stuck in the doorway, he overheard it:

“what? another one? are you serious?”

two people were walking down the hallway, and they didn’t look to be much older than himself, or matthew. a man and woman, close together, as if they were conspiring.

“wait, drew, i think i got it, turn left a little bit--”

“as a heart attack. that makes it four people in three months. i’m telling you bekah, something fuckin’ weird in goin’ on here. people don’t just up and vanish from their own homes, and--oh!”

“drew! are you listening to me? turn it left!”

oh shit. oh shit. don’t act like you were obviously eavesdropping, maybe they didn’t notice...

“drew!”

“hi!”

welp. all right. be cool.

“uh--hello!” but he yelped when matthew unexpectedly let go of the couch, and it landed on the ground with a hard thud.

but drew was still processing what he heard. four people in three months? what did that mean?

mini soundtrack sampler includes: rockwell, ‘somebody’s watching me’ + absofacto, ‘dissolve’ + barns courtney, ‘99′

won’t you cut me down? - a second chances au inspired by seven in heaven

joan, normally, wasn’t so forward. at least, not a society-thrown event where multiple agencies were represented, and especially not when he knew lilith was around and not above reprimanding an agent in front of god and everyone else in the room.

but he’d had quite a bit to drink.

the evening was winding down.

and josie... josie was breathtaking.

he couldn’t help it.

“joan--joan!” she laughed as he turned her, taking her elbow and leading her down a hallway close to one of the larger coat closets. “what are you d--”

her voice cut off abruptly to the tune of joan’s mouth on hers, and the closing of a closet door.

joan didn’t stop to think about how this particular door wasn’t room he distinctly remembered. he was tipsy and enamored and his wife consumed his senses. he didn’t care.

but he did care a while later, after they’d made themselves presentable again and opened the door to a manor that was much, much quieter than he was expecting.

and josie felt it too.

it was an odd sensation, to feel that he’d stepped out of one place and into another entirely.

josie asked quietly, “where... where did everyone go?”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: jack white, ‘i’m shakin’‘ + konrad old money & sleep steady, ‘rage’ + k. flay, ‘blood in the cut’

my hands are growing colder - an inverse functions au inspired by eli

ginny knew erik wasn’t broken. she would rather have faced down a demon or some unholy thing sprung out of the gate than ever describe him like that.

but he was--unique.

beyond the understanding of most medical doctors, at least. even aly and caroline were struggling to treat his symptoms. it was like he’d become allergic to everything around him over the course of just a few days. his symptoms were sudden, severe, and left her nervous.

it wasn’t just allergies. she knew that. and if she had to seek help outside of the society, then so be it. all that mattered to her was seeing him brought back to health.

and late one night, during a despair-fueled search through some files in the archives that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years, she found a name: dr. isabella horn.

the fact that lacey, who’d been overseeing the roanoe medical wards for ages, hadn’t heard of her, should have been a warning.

but desperate times call for desperate measures.

the next day, they were on their way to a facility in the middle of the midwest--though ‘facility’ wasn’t quite the right word. it looked more like a mansion, with nothing but wheat fields all around as far as they eye could see. the horizon was only broken by the occasional oil derrick.

and they were surprised when they had to be buzzed through pressurized, completely sterile chambers to even get inside.

but there, right at the front of the welcoming committee, was a woman with dark eyes, and an easy smile.

“good afternoon! you must be ginny and erik, welcome. i’m dr. horn.”

but ginny didn’t trust her grin.

and that should have been the second warning.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: stevie wonder, ‘superstitious’ + the killers, ‘when you were young’ + the revivalists, ‘wish i knew you’

i saw your bones on the road - a pastel goth au inspired by the silence

meli would look back on it and realize with no small sense of irony how loud it was when it began.

the screaming, the terror. how she blasted her spotify on her furious drive to guiliana’s house in the blessedly quiet suburbs, eyes constantly searching the sky. she knew that the responsible thing to do would be to listen to the coverage on the radio, but honestly? she’d heard enough. she had more than half a brain, and she knew exactly what to do.

get her girlfriend and head--okay, maybe she didn’t know exactly what to do.

but giuliana was smart. they’d figure it out together.

the government didn’t know what they were, exactly. nobody did. meli only knew that they were calling them vesps.

it was a word that she mulled over frantically. linguistics was always a welcome distraction. she thought she’d heard it before, but all she could think of was the latin vespere. it roughly translated to ‘from the evening,’ or ‘from the night.’

from the dark.

perhaps that was an apt name.

the sunset had painted the sky in shades that were obnoxiously beautiful given the circumstances, and her jeep lurched in protest as she abruptly slammed the gear shift into park in the glow of guiliana’s porch lights.

in the distance, she could hear shrieking--but not that of human beings.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: mourning ritual, ‘bad moon rising’ + twenty one pilots, ‘ride’ + royal blood, ‘trouble’s coming’

waiting for the vultures - a time traveler’s husband au inspired by the houses october built

it had been dara’s idea.

“oh it’ll be fun! think about it, italy and the states celebrate halloween with way, way different aesthetics. think of this as getting a sampler of how america does it,” she said, sitting in silvano’s lap, charm volume as far up as it would go.

and he agreed. “all right--okay. a grand adventure across the country hitting as many haunted houses as we can.”

“geez, try not to sound too excited.”

he murmured into her shoulder, “i’m mostly excited to spend time with you. but if a road trip through october is what you want, then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

he was rewarded with kisses peppered all over his face and a very excited dara dragging him excitedly to best buy to pick up a camcorder. “what? of course we need a camera! if we record everything then it’s like--i don’t know. like it’s ours. we can go back to it whenever want, and we can show all our friends the cool places we saw when we get home!”

dara hadn’t known then.

she didn’t know it would start with one lone figure in a clown costume standing in front of the rv like he was going to charge at it. she didn’t know that they would end up surrounded, followed. abducted.

it had been dara’s idea.

and she would never forgive herself.

- field missions haven’t been cancelled, per se, it’s just that per lilith’s decision, fieldwork has been cut way, way down to only the most severe of cases. unfortunately for seraphim and succubus, they are the senior agents most called-on in these situations. merlin and harry, on top of dealing with kingsman business during the outbreak, try to keep in touch with them as often as they can. rougarou and cherub crafted them special facial masks that can fend off both mundane disease, and their supernatural variants.

- and speaking of our beloved team e-key, they have been busy. between aiding in finding a cure/treatments, everyone coming in or out is tested. even technical officer vichama has been all over the main medical wards, and she’s a downright recluse most of the time. this would be worrying if our medical staff wasn’t hella competent. if you don’t see any of those three outright panicking, then it’s not a compete apocalypse yet. pru has been granted the privilege of being roanoke’s liason between statesman and local scientific teams. we’re doing the best we can.

- beyond all of the scarier stuff, though, we still have people trying to make the most of our being stuck in the manor (and outside the manor–don’t worry, bracken’s fine, technical officer delta’s with him, i think they’ve turned the post-mission time into a kind of romantic getaway until all this blows over). for instance, houdini’s given s e v e r a l agents makeovers. she managed to make lycan perfectly resemble thandie newton. wendigo flirted with her terribly for about ten minutes before he realized it was amy, and then pre-emptively sent a ‘dude i am very very very sorry’ message to eggsy.

- the scribe and archivist have taken to reorganizing the entire library and archives, as well as cleaning out the artifacts basements. technical officers wyvern, drake and longma teamed up to create a way to digitally store old mission logs, files and images ages ago, but gladly stepped up to help catalog new stuff. this is the most organized our downstairs rooms have ever been, and now we have lots of room for any new objects that we need to bind and keep safe from the world. … and we probably owe sentinel hazard pay after some of the things he had to touch.

- they say that necessity is the mother of invention. sprite has proved that that is absolutely not true. the real mother of invention? boredom. the longer that she’s essentially trapped in her shop, the more that it becomes like a game: what mundane object can i make into a weapon or a shield? last i checked, both seance and crowley were down there with her. between seance’s aesthetic sensibilities and crowley’s rather macabre humor, i’m curious to see what exactly she’ll have crafted by the time the quarantine is lifted.