silverdragon889

[silverdragon889]

He nods.

Agent Tanuki managed to give us a map, and Palette returned my grappling hook to me. I'll show you why this is relevant.

He lays out the map and points to the circled dock

This right here is a dock that shouldn't be in use right now, but is currently seeing high amounts of activity. Tanuki has managed to trace bits of that crystal to this location; my goal is to grapple into the rafters, and find out where that crystal is going. My bet is if we find that out, we find some captive agents to free along with another clue as to whatever it is Zor's planning.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Sure thing, Ate.

His eyes twinkle a bit before they dim. He tempers his enthusiasm in the face of business.

But unfortunately, I think it's time we fill you in on what we've found out so far. Smitten, you wanna start it, or should I?

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Very good meal. You should try tostadas sometime. Or elote! Always wanted to try elote.

Nix is animated as he goes on about food. He mentions dishes like street corn, or tamales with carne asada. After living off of scraps and stolen food for years, he made it a mission to try all the foods he read about as a kid. He's a bit of a secret foodie 😅

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Nix tries to hold to decorum, but eventually gives in to habit and eats like a man starved. He manages to at least admire the flavor of the meal, though.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Si, Ate. No problemo.

He beams at them, smile so wide you can see the gap in his teeth

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Ah. Nix rubs his neck, sheepish and a little embarrassed.

I see. Erm. Well. It's nice to know now, at least. Felicitaciones, hermana. (Congratulations.)

He idly wonders if fate has marriage in store for him and Ollie before shoving the thought away. It's FAR too soon for that. He DOES resolve to call his partner after the mission talk though.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Whatever Florian is cooking smells *good*. So Nix takes a slightly nervous seat at the table, doing his best to hide said nerves.

We'll be sure to tell you all about it. But speaking of telling people things...

He points a mock incredulous finger at Florian

When were you gonna tell me you and Smitten were married?!

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Your turn to lead then, Smitten.

He smirks as he folds his hands behind his head playfully

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Oh. OH. He takes the snack and nibbles on it while the words and feelings sink in. He... He really has a family beyond Crane and Ollie now, huh? He hasn't felt this warm in years. He decides to cherish the feeling as he smiles.

I see. Sounds good to me, then.

Are Smitten and Florian ok with being called hermano or hermana respectively? ...maybe just hermano. Hermana still stings a bit.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Well, damn. Ok. Let's head back then. We can go over the plan again after you eat.

Speaking of dinner, Nix realizes as his stomach grumbles, it's been a bit since he ate. Maybe he can snag something from a vending machine on the way.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

He blinks once. Twice. He shakes his head as if to clear it. Nope, he did indeed hear that right. His response is as deadpan as it is stunned

I'm sorry, you're what.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

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"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

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Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Poor Tanuki is left to suffer a monologing Palette as the two Agents and 1 Roomba scurry off.

Smitten, you're a life saver.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

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"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Oh that sounds downright lovely! Here, I modified the thing to be better concealed than some bulky gun casing. That style died out YEARS ago anyway!

She tosses Nix an arm bracer that can be hidden under long sleeves, and shoots the small hook from the wrist. It's surprisingly sturdy for it's compact size, but that's Palette for you. Nix equips it right away; it's like it's not there at all.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

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"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Palette's attention snaps to him, but waves her hand nonchalantly

Oh of course, of course, hon! My apologies.

She turns to Nix briefly

I'll get back to you later, Nixxie.

She offers Smitten a smile. How it manages to look like the (:3) face, no one knows.

So, stranger, what can I do for ya?

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

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"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

The door opens to reveal one Agent Palette: a person of color with dark hair, brown eyes, and an appraising look on her face. She was clad in purple, with her long sleeve sweater and poofy skirt being the same dark hue. Her accessories and kitty-themed shoes broke up the dark clothes with pinks and yellows. She seemed very well dressed, if a bit much.

"Nixxie, there you are! You can't keep disappearin' boy, who else is gonna test my newest looks?"

Uh...

"Never mind all that, bring your friends in, they could do with an updated wardrobe or two. But the bot stays outside. Cutie it may be, I don't want tears in the dress I'm making for your next gala, Nixxie."

A what-

"Now tell me all about those cute mechanical wings on your back, hon. The solid colored comtacts are a bit last year, but the wings are LOVELY!"

Nix is struggling here. He's getting talked over and in circles. Tanuki hovers by the doorway; he's wary whenever Palette is in chatterbox mode.

Smitten... Help...?

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

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"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[silverdragon889]

Since Emily cannot leave Tanuki's lab, they are thankfully free from darts as the 3 humans and 1 roomba head to the disguise department. The door they stop at is bedazzled with different gems and foam stickers.

Well. This is it.

He knocks three times on the frame and taps the hinges twice.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.