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agcntkane:

“why do i have a hard time believing that?” he mumbled under his breath - it felt like he was in a perpetual state of sighing whenever murphy was around. “you’re not ‘missing out’ on anything. i’m not your one man stage show today, or any other day, for that matter.” louis annoyedly clicked his tongue, “and you sound like a bad game show host. what a pair we make.”

“Probably just your trust issues, I’d bet,” Murphy offhandedly answers with a soft chuckle, shrugging. Then, adopting a tone of exaggerated sincerity, he continues, “I’m wounded, Lou. I don’t just see you the way I see Saturday morning cartoons; I value and respect you. The impressions are just one fuckin’ huge bonus.” He grins cheekily, adding, “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I happen to think we do make an excellent pair, actually.”

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📱➡murphy

fleur: that's true, you've smacked me in the face during sex way too many times

fleur: though i'm not exactly a //date//

fleur: please, the guy with the wings is going to win over the girl who could have literally any power she wants? good try.

murphy: see? and it's not even cute little feather flutters either. it's just... bam

murphy: actually, i believe you mean the girl who can have any power from the few other superpowers that currently exist, and pretty much only one at a time

murphy: that makes you on as even a field as anyone else around

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agcntkane:

“don’t you ever take no for an answer, murphy? also, don’t call me that.” louis retorts, sneering. “and i’m perfectly capable of acquiring my own drink, so i fail to see why i’d consider such redundant compensation.”

“‘Course! I’m a very gracious loser,” Murphy answers with a grin, “But your ‘no’s are usually just ‘let me sate my ego a bit, first’s in disguise, so I do a little prodding to make sure I don’t miss out on an opportunity.” He laughs, tone playful as he reuses the nickname, “Anyone ever tell you that you sometimes speak like you’re reciting from a textbook, Lou?”

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agcntkane:

“do i acknowledge that being able to alter my voice to sound like anything in the world can be entertaining? yes; fine, sure. but is that invitation to keep asking me to do sir ian mckellan impressions? no, not really.”

“Come on, please, Lou?” Murphy begs, lopsided grin a clear sign that he knows he’s being annoying. “Do Gandalf again — I’ll buy you a drink afterward, promise.”

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tempomartinez:

“so i uh-tried to choke out manu earlier today. needless to say….i totally kicked his ass. i made him call me uncle ashley. don’t uh-ask him about it though, he might lie.”

“Huh. You did? Good on you,” Murphy mentions, his jovial laugh only just hinting at the amused disbelief beneath. He’s not buying it, not because he doesn’t see it as possible — he’s always one to enjoy a good surprise — but because of the clear signs in the way Ashley’s speaking. “Yeah, I can see why he would. Wounded pride and all, right?”

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txchncpath:

“I can’t believe the interns are actually running a gossip blog about us. Please tell me I’m not the only one who has a problem with this?”

“No, you’re not alone — I’m... sufficiently disturbed, too,” Murphy answers, voice a breathy laugh, “But I don’t want to be the one to ruin their fun.”

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fleur: well they do have a unique charm...

fleur: i know, it's crazy! i'm pretty sure they have access to the cameras

fleur: you're just going to get yourself hurt!

murphy: that's assuming i'm in enough control to stop them from accidentally smacking my date in the face every now and then

murphy: ugh... why have the heads not stopped this yet?

murphy: please. you're clearly trying to dissuade me because you know i'll win

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brokenfractxl:

“ I did fall– fell for you, “ he teases Murphy with a playful wink and pops out a hip, pointing two fingers at the other. He throws an arm around the other’s shoulders when the other catches up to Dante, laughing still. “ That’s only one of the many things on my list of requests. “

“Okay, yeah, that was — that was horrible,” he says, even as his unsuccessfully stifled smile tugs his lips skyward. He playfully swats at the two fingers pointed at him, and Dante immediately throws his arm around Murphy’s shoulders, causing him to suppress a surprised squeak. The sound quickly dissolves into a laugh, rolling his eyes when he asks, “I feel like I might regret asking, but what else is on that list?”

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selcnes:

“ he was friendly. but, actually friendly. either that or he was damn well good at faking it. and it bothered the girl. why was he being friendly ?? he didn’t have to stop his workout, he didn’t have to walk over to her and speak to her, he didn’t have to joke with her. everything about it set her off, she wasn’t used to having someone attempt a conversation. most kids at her school stayed far away, in fear of pissing her off and leaving school that day with a black eye and busted lip. her eyes rested on him as she watched him begin to fight with the punching bag near her. she scoffed and bit out a hard laugh, ”basically what you’re saying is we’re the the guinea pigs. she shook her head in disbelief. i mean, yes, she did know what she signed up for but she didn’t realize what a toll it would take her on emotionally and mentally. she wanted to harnass it and she couldn’t. the doctors told her it would take time but she felt like she was racing against the clock. how long before they decide to kick her out of the program and haul her ass out to some weird ass zoo for rejects of the injection. laughing, she leaned against a punching bag keeping her balance steady memorizing every movement murphy made. “ sucks you’re not able to just go and fly around. during our first test i teleported out to paris, wasn’t fun and they weren’t as amused as i was.” her posture straightened up at his words, her first instinct being to prove herself. “i’m not scared. i can handle this.” she bites her lip, unsure of whether to confide him in the man or not. she knew he was hesitant to ask her, why wouldn’t he be, she was the defintion of talking to a brick wall. swalling down a huge lump and ignoring the shouting in her stomach, she wet her lips,“i guess i do get scared. i’ve been trying to get it under control since they injected me two weeks ago. the angrier i get, the more unpredictable the teleporting becomes. so i guess i’m not doing so well. ”

At her harsh-sounding laugh, Murphy simply shrugs, tossing her a crooked grin. “Well, maybe. Guinea bigs they turned into predators,” he jokes. They’re not really predacious beings, and he personally doesn’t see them — superhumans, meaning — as any higher on the food chain than anyone else; but at the very least, it definitely feels like they’re a step above prey. “Well, I mean, I do kind of fly around a little bit every now and then; the place is big enough for it. But Division Z hallways definitely can’t beat Paris — which, for the record, I think was a brilliant idea.” He casts her another smile, at that — but if he realised, truthfully, the thoughts that had been passing through her head a moment ago, he’d most likely abandon all sense of propriety and formality in place of giving her a hug. Not that Selene seems much like the person to appreciate spontaneous hugs from near-strangers — but the thought that she’d worry about being thrown out, discarded as though she's worth so much less than she actually is, would upset Murphy beyond belief. Though she doesn’t reveal this degree of information, her next words has him worrying regardless. In spite of her initial denial, she eventually mentions the fear. Murphy is familiar with it — the first few months after the injection, his wings had felt little more than dead weight. The semi-hollowed bones that came with them, too, immediately imposed upon him a modicum of grace, forcing him to adapt to his more fragile physical form. Nowadays, he knows just the right way to knock someone out without fracturing his arm, but back then? It was a learning process he’d almost given up on. He turns away from the punching bag, attention fully focused upon Selene when he answers her. “It’s okay to be scared,” he reminds, wearing a smile that’s both sad and reassuring. “I know a little of what that’s like — the anger. It’s hard to accept that, even for just this little while, you’re suddenly not in control of yourself anymore, I figure. But I promise you it’ll get better — and once you’ve gotten it down? You’re going to feel like a fucking boss.” He grins, casting a glance around the room. There aren’t many lingering about, and he decides, with a mischievous glint, to offer, “Hey, how would you feel if we did a little exercise? It’s... a little more suited for the whole wing issue I’ve got going on, but it might help you, too. Want to give it a go?” He asks before he explains, hoping she’ll accept.

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fleur: which means you already have and you're just pretending to be on your high horse now

fleur: are you sure you want to get into this? i don't want to hurt you :)

murphy: i need to "step up my game"???? okay pardon me but these wings are not as easy to charm people with as one might think

murphy: i am appalled i am closing this tab and clearing my history

murphy: (except not really because they have stuff on everyone here wtf)

murphy: your arrogance is only making me want to prove otherwise. i persist in my issuing of the challenge

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fleur: it's the most entertainment i've had in years, go easy. c'mon, you can't admit its intriguing

fleur: calling connerie on you! that means bullshit for savages

murphy: ...

murphy: i may take a peak at it. eventually.

murphy: we can just settle this?? i challenge you and your fancy french words to a duel

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fleur: i have it bookmarked

fleur: i wonder if i could get text updates every time they post

fleur: now you're just being silly.

murphy: you bookmarked... the intern tabloid blog...

murphy: is it really that entertaining??

murphy: i'm not! i could do it easy peasy

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luccnt:

Her passive expression melted into a grin, and soon enough she’s laughing at his exaggerated expressions. Any concern over disrupting the silence in the room was thrown to the wind — not that she genuinely had any to begin with. “Scape-bird,” Lucent corrected him, transitioning to the normal lighthearted attitude she had always possessed around Murphy. She immediately jumped at his offer, especially since it was difficult to find an agent crazy enough to allow her to hurl flaming balls of fire anywhere near them. “Knives?” she called out over her shoulder, already strides ahead of him, armed with a mischievous smile . “I was leaning more towards rotisserie chicken.”

He narrows his eyes playfully when she moves to correct him, and he folds his arms across his chest in an affronted huff. “Hilarious,” he tries to deadpan, though his lips are still pulled into a grin. At her apparent eagerness at the idea, Murphy perks up, already turning toward the door. “Yeah, but I can’t go flinging chickens around, can I?” he retorts, though once the sentence leaves his mouth, he reels back, brows furrowed. “Wait, unless you meant burning me. I’m not that much of an adrenaline junkie to offer myself up for that down here, but if we had an open sky? I’d dodge, you’d throw, and we’d have a hell of a time.”

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agentbolt:

casey has had seven years of strenuous, powerful training with this incredible power sending sparks running up and down her body. she knows where to step, how to step, and when to step �� and gracefully, to some extent. one could even say that she’s possibly the only person to do so much extensive research on form and posture – because it’s vital to her ability. so, why, in front of murphy of all people, does she have to trip up?? it’s not like this is a relatively new thing; it’s pretty much been happening since day one. she caught herself – but a few nanoseconds slower than usual. casey silently cursed to herself, warning her feet to get their shit together. ‘ more like, bolt doesn’t do the treadmill much good. ’ she cracked, placing her hands on her hips in a calculated manner. ‘ my arms are equivalent to limp noodles. it’s not like i’m ever going to really need to have upper-body strength. i can just take off!! ’ casey explained. ‘ unless, of course, you would be willing to help me train. then i can’t say no. ’

Murphy isn’t a particularly oblivious sort on a daily basis — he’s not the most perceptive person on the team, certainly, but neither would he call himself unobservant. (A lot of the time, he picks things up and simply makes the choice to disregard or ignore them.) That said, however, he doesn’t quite catch Casey’s tiny little fumble; largely because he’s too preoccupied with making sure he doesn’t somehow trip up, too — which should be much easier than it feels, considering the fact that he’s sitting down. Her response draws out a silly snort of a laugh as he fiddles with adjusting the weights on one of the dumbbells. “I mean, sure, they can’t hit you if they can’t catch you, but it’s always good to be prepared, right?” he shrugs, though he can’t help but smile at her enthusiastic explanation. When she mentions him potentially helping her to train, however Murphy pauses, placing the weight he’d been messing with onto the ground as he turns to her, “Why not?” His beam is wide and welcoming, and he eagerly gets to his feet. “I haven’t had a decent sparring session in a while — it could be fun if you’re up for it!”

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brokenfractxl:

“ I am, watch me soooar !! “ Dante sings off-key and loud as he twirls down the hallway, tripping and bumping into the wall. He bursts into quiet laughter, looking over his shoulder as he waited for Murphy to catch up. “ Ya, but I hate bothering them to make me things. “

Murphy watches with a wide grin, the sound of laughter tumbling out from between parted lips. “I should make a wish, because I’m pretty sure you just fell.” Briskly, he speeds up to a jog until he’s side by side with the other. “Yeah, it does feel pretty weird to ask for anything that isn’t already being served. If only they gave us more open access to the kitchen.”

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fleur: are you kidding? it's my new bible

fleur: well we always knew i was better than you anyway

murphy: i've had the link to it on my phone for a while but now i refuse to click it out of spite

murphy: oh please, i could probably dominate you at every other skill

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im with u til the end of the line

“Huh? Uh, thanks? That’s… awfully nice of you — I’m with you til the end of the line too, pal. Whoever the hell you are.”