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Little shits with bad attitudes? Agent Abaddon was familiar with the type. Whether or not Emil's mood was warranted had nothing to do with the provocation. Finding that button to push, and how firmly he could press before Agent Coyote could snap was all the older man was after. "I mean, talk shit after you've managed to lift more than a "washed up agent" right? Atlantis' resident mad dog should be looking for inspiration in any form, and gratefully might I add. What else are you gonna do with your time? Lick your balls and wait to get a collar attached to your neck again?"   Abaddon lifted the dumbbells and slammed them onto his thighs once, then twice, then three times, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he did. He rolled his neck before glancing at Emil again, still insisting on the younger to spot him. "Oops. Sorry, I forgot you're supposed to be cleared of suspicion now. Suspect, not a suspect; damn, maybe I am a bit washed up. I can't keep up with how trustworthy I should consider you after all that shit that fell on your head." He says this casually, moving on quickly as if his words had little consequence. "What's your personal best weight anyway? I could probably double it without breaking a sweat, especially if you pull your head out of your ass and spot me like I asked. I was real nice about it too."

After a while, it felt like Emil was beginning to settle down in Atlantis. Or at the very least, exhausted himself enough to be generally indifferent to his current situation. He was still pissed off by everything that he has experience and continued to do so, he just didn't think it was wise to expend all of his energy for now. Fortunately, what helped him stay in this unbalanced state of stability was all the time he put in the playground. Usually, he was left alone to train as much as he needed. And if he ever had someone interact with him, it at least was short and meaningless interactions. It was shaping up to be his favorite place in all of the institution.

Of course, it had its moments, and this was no exception. Emil sucked his teeth at the man's actions, already aware what type of personality he had was going to be dealing with. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to play along this little game or not. "I don't know how a washed up agent is going to spark inspiration. But..." the envy agent looked down to the other man, a reaction not even registering on his features, "I'm beginning think you meant you're going to introduce me to him after your little routine."

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"What can I say? I'm an open book. Life is too short to hold anything back, especially for men in our position." It was a reasonable stance to take and one that'd have merit coming from the lips of another agent. Around Atlantis, Agent Abaddon was social and appeared to make zero effort to conceal his intentions. However, how much true information about his history was floating around?

"First thing you gotta learn, fish, is that being an agent means we don't get normal lives. Marriage should mean shit all to you. Talk about a waste of effort," he says with a slight roll of his eyes. He'd heard it before, men in lock up talking about spouses on the outside. The way he saw it, the only difference between prison and Atlantis was the amenities. He still had to scheme and fight to live on his terms, except now he had power—real power—to leverage.

The corner of Agent Abaddon's mouth cocks with his grin since he felt he had the newbie pegged well enough. Respectful, married, and still acclimating to what being a PANDORA agent was all about. Yeah, he could work with that. "Men only flatter other men when they want something or they've got a little crush. You sure you aren't doodling hearts around my callsign in your downtime agent?" Abaddon cracks his neck, already over the sting the last agent delivered and looking for his next fix. "Because I'm already freely offering what you really need. Space to make a few craters in the ground? That's not going to unlock your ability. Use me as target practice. That's how I train and the directors give me permission to tank hits in here from time to time. You'll be going against real people, so I'm the best way to train your skills don't you think? That is if your ego can handle me staying on my feet as you unleash."

“ Too much information. ” Said the veteran with a playful smile. Daringly, he took a step closer as well, bright blue orbs looking up at the darker ones. Burn was shorter, older and significantly less muscular than the pride agent. Be that as it may, he had never been one to let himself be intimidated. “ You should take it as a compliment. I'm not easily impressed, ” He averted his gaze, lips curling into a lopsided grin before locking eyes with the man again. If he had to make a guess, Burn would say that Abaddon enjoyed scaring off new recruits with that bad guy attitude and he wasn't used to anyone standing their ground. “ Strong grip. ” He pointed out, intentionally sounding impressed. As the space between the two men dwindled, a flicker of intrigue surfaced in the newest recruit’s expression. “ Thought you were trying to kiss me there, agent, ” He maintained a casual, almost familiar tone, acting as if the two were friends already. “ I must warn you. I'm a married man. ” Vulcan stepped back after the pat on the shoulder, a little disoriented by their proximity. He wasn’t exactly used to anyone getting that comfortable in his personal space. He squared his shoulders, a subtle motion to regain his composure. “ I hope you don't mind sharing the space. I'm not even close to tapping into my full potential,” He glanced down at his palms, fingers flexing once before closing into fists. “ That's why I'm here. ”

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who?: agent coyote || @pandorascurse where?: level 5, the playground

Colby's ability was only as good as his body. Resilience required strength, so the hours Agent Abaddon spent in the Playground during his years in the program were on full display as he exerted every muscle group. However, being the strongest wasn’t his primary motivation in working out so hard. Sweat-matted hair made his pump look that much better, or at least he thought so whenever he checked out his reflection in a mirror. Plus, staying shredded at his age made it easier for him to big dog the younger agents like he used to around the cell block. "Hey kid, give me a spot. You're not doing anything too intense," he interjected, slamming one of the dumbbells he had down onto a workout bench that Agent Coyote was clearly aiming to use. "Besides, getting up close and personal to give a helping hand to a real pro will inspire you to do more than stand around. You need to put every bit of your energy into your workouts if you want to be an asset to your division." Colby sat on the bench and leaned back, raising both dumbbells to shoulder height and flashing a grin over his shoulder, clearly being intentional with his bossy tone.

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With a grunt, he reaches for the offered hand to be pulled to his feet. This may not have been lock up, but Atlantis sure felt like prison enough for Agent Abaddon to keep up old habits. "This? It's more foreplay than anything. It'll take a lot more than the last guy had to get my rocks off," he chortles, stepping up to the other agent with little regard for his personal space.   "Smells like new fish to me. And you've been checking me out too? Might wanna be careful with that, some agents wouldn't appreciate being a homework assignment," Abaddon quips while scanning Agent Vulcan from head to toe, swaggering with his arms across his chest before taking the man's hand in a firm grip.   There's not much space between them, but Abaddon still tugged him forward a little and gave Vulcan's shoulder a firm pat with his other hand. "Lucky for you, I'm such a nice guy. Good to meet ya officially. You'll find me in the Colosseum a lot, as much as the big bosses will allow anyway. Agents using their enhancements to hone each other's talents, what's better than that?"

Still unfamiliar with the full extent of his powers, Agent Vulcan used every chance to refine his skills. So far, he spent more time at the training station than in his own apartment. His day always began at The Playground. From there, he moved on to The Range Station, then the Colosseum, and wrapped up at the Pandora’s Box. Usually he avoided interacting with the other operatives, instead he just quietly observed and took notes on each individual. Today was different. He wanted a real challenge. Someone who could really push him to his limits. And luckily, it seemed he found just the right man for the job. “ Is this what you get off on? ” Vulcan asked with a teasing grin as he stepped closer to the pride agent to offer him a hand. Once he pulled Abaddon to his feet, he kept his hand outstretched for a shake. “ I don't believe we met. I'm... ” He paused for a moment, almost letting his real name escape. It would take some time to get used to the new codename. “ Vulcan. And you're Abaddon. I saw you here the other day and... I did my homework. ”

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who?: open to all where?: level 5, the colosseum

Agent Abaddon only needed a quick breather. Lying flat on his back in the middle of the Colosseum, the last agent who stepped in with him really went to town on him, wailing on him with their best attacks until they reached fatigue. Abaddon didn't possess a single injury and a grin was clearly plastered on his face, but the damage to the combat training room proved that the last agent in there didn't pull any punches.

"What say you? Got any new techniques you want to try out? A good agent never goes into the field unprepared," Abaddon says with a groan, sitting up to look at the next agent entering the Colosseum, hopefully jonesing for a few rounds with him. "Testing new moves out on dummies or concrete blocks is such a waste with a living, breathing punching bag right here. Why not try them on me? No need to hold back either. C'mon, I can take it." He stood, stretching his arms and warmly inviting them to step in. This wasn't a sparring match, just a small way for him to help his fellow agents out. Abaddon really didn't mind the pain. "A little target practice can't hurt."

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[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?" - fenrir

Abaddon didn’t mind it hot, sweaty, and a little brutal-–his sauna sessions, that was. The intense, painful heat suited him nicely, and the fact that he was setting it to the highest temperature is what gave him that mildly giddy expression. Locking eyes with someone was just happenstance, but what was he going to do? Avert his gaze just because the other agent was changing?

“Yeah, I gotta hand it to the bosses man. This fuckin’ sauna is the sexiest amenity they could offer. Love the thing,” he responded coyly while his eyes very clearly scanned over the parts of Fenrir’s body on display. With a snort, Abaddon enters the sauna while it heats up and sits down comfortably with his legs spread wide and his towel loosening and slowly unraveling from his waist. But for an agent who frequented the sauna, it was strange how he “forgot” to close the door. Maybe he was trying to do a little flashing himself. Maybe he was trying to get more of a show before the heat started rising. Who’s to say, but he was looking a little smug regardless.

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[   jo.n bernt.hal,  homosexual,  male  +  he/him,  damage empowerment   ]  colby figueroa  is  a  neutral evil agent  of  pandora selected  for  their disregard of human life and death row conviction  and  underwent  the  top-secret  mutation  process.  to  the  rest  of  the  world,  the  forty-five  year  old  originally  from  boston, massachusetts  is  deceased  or  missing.  however,  in  atlantis,  they  are  now  known  as  abaddon  of  pride  after  developing  the  ability  to  absorb and stockpile the damage he receives as energy that allows him to augment his physical form, making him stronger, faster, and more resilient to take more damage.  the  agent  has  been  with  pandora  for  six years  and  is  trusted  for  being  daring   &  unyielding,  but  once  reprimanded  for  being  rash &  temperamental. 

CLASSIFIED FILE: F69041E

Name: [redacted]

Callsign: Abaddon of Pride

Age: 45

Ability: Pain Packer

Height: 5′11″

Weight: 180 lbs

Build: Muscular, athletic

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Pronouns: He/Him

AGENT PROFILE

Expertise: Pain Tolerance, Brute Force, Battlefield Endurance

Proficiencies: Environmental Adaptation, Vehicular Adaptation, Intimidation, Athletics, Persuasion

Substandard Skills: Culture & Politics, Stealth & Infiltration

Operating Years: 4

Notes: neutral evil Convicted felon, though he maintained his innocence even post recruitment. Observation of behaviors suggests that the guilty verdict was justified. Asset is violent and charismatic, likely responsible for more deaths than criminal record suggests. Lacks empathy and kills without remorse. Advised to monitor interactions with other agents closely, co-op assignments involving asset have a higher rate of risk factors than intel predicted. No clear reason has been determined from follow-up incident investigations.

Abilities allow asset to convert damage to energy released through physical augmentation of the body. The asset grows in size, strength, and durability, taking on a monstrous appearance that can absorb even more damage. Pain appears to be the only limitation. An attack that surpasses asset's physical pain threshold will cause the stockpiled energy to escape, rapidly draining the potency of the augmentation. So long as the asset's pain is managed, the enhanced monster form can continuously recycle potential damage into its power. Asset tends to become more destructive the stronger he gets.

Asset can deactivate ability without draining stockpiled damage, so indefinite reserves are a high risk. Maintaining low-impact restraint methods as a countermeasure is recommended. Stasis protocol to be used as threat or punishment in the event that asset poses a critical risk Project [redacted] missions. Experienced operatives recommended for co-op missions.

DOCUMENTED MISSION EQUIP INVENTORY

Implements to increase damage of melee hits (gloves or knuckles made from hard composite material, thrown projectiles, etc)

Expandable clothing

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

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