#pandorasagents

Sitting on a rust covered bench in front of the wrath agent, Eric scowls unimpressed by their methods to blending in for their mission. The tiny propeller swiveling slightly at each subtle movement. When it wasn't from the sparse gust of wind that managed to find its way from the dull drum of their dry and arid mission location, the hat's brightly colored propeller managed to gain some movement as Eric grinds his teeth in annoyance. While a terrible habit to have, the Envy agent only did it as a way to endure the sensory overload while disguised. Not official to the agent's handbook, but it was better than taking out his frustrations out on the crowd of locals around them who also managed to wear identical hats. The same spinning propellers on top of them as well, each one giving a slight raspy squeak as the cheap metal they were made from spun.

Speaking of locals, this had been the entire reason of their entire assignment. Recognizance. At least, until they were somehow presented face to face with the big bad towards the end of their investigation. Rumors of this so called Wonderland Carnival popping up in a small town not too far off from Pandora jurisdiction seemingly out of nowhere and having rampant success. While they could have easily chalked this up as a typical money laundering scheme, people started to come forward about strange things happening since its grand opening. Missing persons, geriatric people breaking into homes, and most strange of all, lights that seemed to have been spotted above the property at night. Contacts outside of Pandora's roster have volunteered to investigate but no signs of their return has been properly documented.

The structure of the carnival seemed bizarre as well, a large circular fence around them, all the rides and game carts seemingly measured out to the inch and perfectly kept within the fence's perimeter. Towards the center of all this was the circus tent, all white and standing tall as a focal point of the carnival. What was even more bizarre was the ice cold that seemed to grow as one stepped closer towards it. It could have calmed Eric's issues with heat and fire had it not been an order to not enter the tent under any circumstances.

Which lead to now, Eric sat on a rickety bench, the Envy agent not putting his entire weight onto the rust devoured seat as to not trigger the bench to collapse under him. The blazing heat of the sun above them, the noisy locals and the lack luster funnel cake they had to eat for what felt like an entire day. All of it being added to Eric's mental notes as reasons to never volunteer for an assignment again. Uncomfortable weather conditions he could handle, weird foam tasting funnel cake, now that would lead to problems. On the bright side, Velvet managed to squeeze in some one on one time with an agent he hadn't talked to much before. He looked new, and from what he was able to see in the simulations, very handy with his acquired power. It helped that Li was nice to look at as well. Although, he did wish the sun wasn't beaming down at them with such intensity. It was hard ogle a fellow agent when there seemed to be a stubborn stream of sweat ready to dive into one's eyes.

"Well, can't seem to see much with this bright sun in our eyes." Eric began to say, pulling his elbow away from the table's sticky surface. There was a weird combination of sticky and scalding, the texture similar to that of the plastic rides around them. Wiping the sweat off his brow and eyes with a couple of napkins they've gotten from a food truck, Eric gives a pout, "Unless you'd like to break a few rules, we can check out that tent in the middle? C'mon, I won't tell if you won't." He chuckles dryly, the heat around them becoming overbearing for the Envy agent.

"You know, I never say this enough, but I really appreciate my time with you. Just you, me, in this tent. And the ever impending doom of this mission lingering in the air between us." Virgil said plainly as he laid in his sleeping bag. He stared up above himself, watching the nylon of the tent crinkle with each breeze outside. Turning to his the fellow agent sharing his tent, the slight curls of a smile seemingly always affixed to either end of his lips. "How are we feeling? Am I being too loud again, roomie?" He asks, hugging his pillow in order to prop himself up..

location: The Woods Pre-Misison

Nature was such a soothing place, though at times it could be a tad overwhelming, all the voices and songs of the many insects that reached out to him, if he wasn't careful could get to be too much. Still he was carefully selecting his chosen favorites and gathering them in en masse for the coming fight. Even in the cold his colony thrived, waking slowly at his call, laying in wait for him.