#agent typhoon

Damien and Florian occasionally converse in Spanish but due to some regional differences, there has been hilarious miscommunication situations sometimes.

Phina and Ameri never met prior to Zoraxis but the chances of them recognizing each other's last names if revealed is around 80% to 90%. Both have the vibes of knowing they walked in similar circles. Ameri was hidden away from the rest of the social circle due to his status as an illegitimate child but heard Phina's family name from his caretakers.

Trevor occasionally stops by for dinner at Florian and Ameri's place. Damien as well. It's a neutral zone for them since neither wants to be uninvited.

Peanut sometimes worries about Florian's less-than-safe-for-self information gathering due to their first meeting occurring in less than ideal circumstances. (Florian was hanging around clearly contaminated water and Peanut thought they were doing something dangerous. It was a misunderstanding.) Florian also worries when they hear of Peanut being in the area of Zoraxis activity due to how dangerous it is. (They won't admit to that.)

Wraith, Trevor, and Damien are sources of stress for Ameri because he's one of the poor souls assigned to document the incidents and file the papers to record everything.

Sekie's less-than-approved actions is suspected to be foul play but Ameri and Florian took the "I didn't see anything" approach.

Florian acts like a ghostwriter for some of the citizens due to how Zor likely controlled education and literacy as they understand the laws a bit more. This likely caused several people to view them with suspicion at first due to the fact they do sneak out at night to listen to the stories and write it down. They're also recording the water contamination levels to build a case.

As much as Ameri wants to trust Peanut, Phina, and Reginald, his last time reporting Zoraxis' crimes caused a "demotion" in name, a near death experience for both him and his wife, and a relocation. He'll likely only reveal the ledger of the actual records after he knows they're actually trying to stop Zoraxis, not just claiming they are. Burned once in that aspect. Anyone looking through his desk would see the Zoraxis-approved ledger if they don't know where to find the false bottom.

Despite having a similar height as Peanut, Florian has yet to get a shortie joke from Trevor and Wraith.

Florian is terrible at hand to hand combat and often aims to end fights before they start. But their aim is pretty great. Kinda. They can throw stones well. Not sure if that translates well with a gun.

Ameri's aim with a gun is decent to be enough cover in a gunfight. But he's not as sharp as John Juniper or Trevor. He prefers to hide behind walls and shoot from there.

Ameri and Florian are said to have eloped and it's a mix of yes and no. Yes because Ameri's parents likely would not have approved (but since they didn't raise him, their opinion didn't matter to him. He would have cut contact by the time he joined the agency) and No because Florian's parents and siblings were present at the ceremony and accepted him as part of the family.

Florian admires Dr. Prism's work and tried to help with the patents but couldn't without exposing they knew more than they let on. They regretted this move some days. Both have disagreements on what "legacy" means, with Florian thinking it's a burden and Dr. Prism's thinking it's something to pass on. The two aren't on speaking terms.

Reginald sees Florian at least once a week due to the fact they stop by to give Ameri his lunch. (And the incident reports collected throughout the week for him to compile in the real ledger and make a copy of it just in case.)

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As Agent 13-12 (alias Firelight, also known as Florian) looked out the window with a wry smile as they felt the subtle breeze on their face. "It's game night. It's been a while but Pea's off on their own adventure."

Agent Bluenix (Nix for short), went up to them with a pack of cards. "You miss them too, Ate?"

"Yeah. I really do. But it's a journey they have to take." Florian turned to the ginger with a wry smile. "Doesn't stop me from missing them." They held out a hand for Nix to pull them up from their seat. "Thanks." Their eyes softened more as they walked towards the crowd of agents who were gathering on the board games.

Agent Typhoon and Agent Wraith were playing cards, with Typhoon at a disadvantage if the look on his face were in any indication.

"Well, seems like we're all here, do we start our card game?" Agent Ichor looked at the pair with a smile. "Or something else tonight? You look a bit sad, Florian."

13-12 looked away and just sat down beside him before they hugged him. "I need a hug."

Ichor looked at Nix with a look. "Group hug?"

Nix gave a nod before joining in on the hug. "Group hug."

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"You don't want to wear anything that looks too much like the agency uniform we wear during formal events, Handler Sir." Agent Phoenix mumbled as they turned to their handler with a less than impressed expression.

"Agent, may I ask what's going on right now?" Reginald Crane looked at his agent, before looking at the new tweed jacket they got him. "It seems you had this planned for a while."

"Oh hush. Just wear it." They grinned, wearing a red jacket in contrast to their usual black. "... I look nice, right?"

"You do look nice, Agent." He replied, taking a quick glance at them as they waited for him outside. "You didn't have to stop by my actual house to hand this over to me."

"Nope. You're wearing that. It'll be fun. We field agents conspired our best to get our respective handlers to participate."

"And that is?"

"A shirt color code thing." They tried to hold back a laugh as they stood outside his door to allow him to change. "It'll be fun, promise."

"I wasn't aware the agency even had this tradition." He mumbled, closing the door to properly change. "And jackets are not shirts, Agent. They're different items of clothing."

"I know who started it but I'm not snitching. It's only a recent developement anyway. A lot of people wear red on Valentine's Day already. We managed to keep it under the radar but we got bored. So, we conspired and expanded the whole thing. Also, I don't really care about the difference."

"... Maybe we should've kept you at the Babadag base, Agent. Your lack of sensitivity to my beloved tweed jackets wound me."

"You're the one who insisted I get back to headquarters." They held back a chuckle as he examined the material and checked if it would fit him.

"After you decided to put sticky notes all over your office 'out of boredom'. Clearly, I can't trust you to be alone for a few hours."

"... It was actually a dare."

"By who?"

"I'm not snitching." Their tone signalled their less than impressed expression despite being blocked by the door. "Which agent even knows I was alive back then?"

"And here I thought he was the more responsible of the two of you."

Muffled laughter phased through the door. "Nah. He'd been worse of a troublemaker than I ever was. Then again, we'd been each other's co-conspirators for a reason."

"And what did you two conspire to do this time?" He raised a brow, soon opening the door as he went for a more casual (but still office friendly) look.

"It's color codes. Basically, every color has a meaning and well, it's just a little thing. Just to add a little flavor. Not everyone wants or has a date today."

"And what does white mean?"

"Not interested. Why?"

Reginald just sighed as he led them out of his house. "I see." He tossed them his keys as they approached closer. "I suppose I can deal with that for a couple of hours. This jacket feels nice to wear."

"Glad to hear that. This counts as a favor, by the way."

"What kind of favor?"

"Anything within reason. No record of it."

"I can hold onto it until it's important, yes?"

"Of course. I'll put it in writing too."

"No record but you put it in writing. At least be a bit more consistent, Agent."

"I'm an embodiment of chaos, Reg. Deal with it."

Phoenix laughed before starting the engine and driving to headquarters. Reginald swears they picked the sad sounding love songs on purpose, even if he didn't understand the lyrics. On the plus side, they were humming.

"But... If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to pretend. Just tell me."

"I do not pretend that often, Agent. I do like this one. It feels nice."

"... Reggie. I know the look of someone trying to remain calm while the other shoe drops so please don't try to trick me if it gets too much." Phoenix mumbles, unbuckling themself as soon as they parked. "Seen that look way too often."

The pair arrived inside, the office looking a few colors more lively than yesterday. Although a sight made Phoenix cackle a bit.

"... I didn't want this." Agent Typhoon mumbled, wearing a white long sleeved button down shirt, black pants and shoes. His agency identification hanging from a lanyard. "But apparently, my handler can be convincing if she wants to be."

"Don't lie. You also wanted to. Hah. You're wearing something similar to your old high school uniform. I suppose you get a pass since you're basically the baby of the division."

"Just because I'm yet to graduate from college doesn't mean-"

Reginald chuckled, taking time to slip past to look for Agent Typhoon's Handler in the Handler Breakroom.

"They handily gave us a list to know which colors mean what. We're running several missions, we don't have time for this." One of the other handlers sighed, crossing arms as the words cut off Reginald's words before he can even greet them.

"Take it easy, you killjoy. At least we're not getting pranks this time. It helps provide enrichment. And for others to get used to bluffing." Ellie huffed, wearing a purple shirt. "It's fun to at least know some boundaries between coworkers too. Purple means you're willing to flirt but nothing more."

"I keep seeing a lot of white and black when I looked around the office. Good morning, everyone." Reginald approached, taking steps to brew himself a cup of tea as soon as he clocked in.

"They mean the same thing, Mason. I'm surprised. I thought your agent would wear white or black." Ellie took a sip of her coffee as she leaned on the counter. "And good morning to you as well."

"They often surprise me. And everyone else. It's not that different this time." He took in the smell of tea as he relaxed. "Although I feel like this is more of a cover for something else."

"Someone put in chocolate in every agent's desk. Not them but someone. I don't know who though."

"I know my agent is behind that. I can feel it."

"But they have an alibi."

"As much as I'd like to ponder that, I believe we have work to do. I shall see you all during our lunch break." Reginald waved, bringing with him the tea as he settled in his office. "Agent, are you there?" He opened his microphone before turning on the camera feed to see them pouring over a stack of documents.

"These chain cases are terrible. Not to mention, I have an archive to look through. The last person who was employed in there didn't categorize anything other than date." Phoenix mumbled. "I'm settling it fine but I can sense a sleepless night brewing already." They leaned back on their chair as they looked through another page.

The knock on the door interrupted their conversation, only for Phoenix to laugh with tears. "... He's definitely a different breed."

"Instant noodles, Agent. I will not comment other than it's an unorthodox gift."

"I gave him roasted garlic."

The brief pause gave Reginald time to process. "... Of course you did. Are you behind the chocolates?"

"Yeah. But let's focus more on work now."

"This isn't how I imagined Valentine's day to go at all."

"Before you ask, we are going out after work later. Smitten and I."

"I hope you have fun, Agent."

"I will. Invite Dr. P out today, okay?"

"Florian."