#|| THERE IS A PROBLEM: Mag Agent: V2 ||

[deisbookofdemons]

The V2 twins were playing a bit in the store. Sheriff was looking around. V4 was staying in Auditor’s hands. He started crying when he heard the shouting. Tricky was of course... gnawing on Auditor’s leg.

@corruptedbunny-multimuse

ED at the toy store (open rp)

Idea goes to @depressedxbrat

Hikari was happily looking at the dolls in the toy store and found one she really liked. It had a big smile, button eyes, and a frilled pink dress. Suddenly, the entitled daughter came up to her with her father.

“Daddy! I want that doll!” She whined and pointed to Hikari.

The entitled dad went up to hikari and held out his hand. “Give it! My daughter wants it!”

“B-but Hikari find it fiwst.”

“YOU LITTLE BRAT! MY DAUGHTER DESERVES IT MORE THAN YOU, NOW HAND IT OVER! FREAKS LIKE YOU SHOULDNT BE OUT IN PUBLIC!” He gripped her arm and held her up in the air, wrenching the doll out of her hands.

Hikari tried to get out of his grip and kicked him.

“HOW DARE YOU ASSAULT ME?! ILL CALL THE COPS ON YOU!” He then threw her into a ball crate, making her cry.

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[deisbookofdemons]

V2 stared at the dash... and now he’s crying.

[rotshop]

help girl i just woke up and im already thinking abt mag s/o again. anyway please consider ;

[ tw body horror, some brief light gore and violence ]

[ note ; reader is SLIGHTLY described. the only thing mentioned is that they have a noticeable, identifying scar on their face

hank + mag s/o

-he knew you even before the boombox incident. he doesn't even really remember how you two first met, he just remembers that you started talking to him and then just kinda kept coming back. at first he wasn't the biggest fan of you since he was 'doing just fine on his own,' but...he admittedly was already really attached to you. they've never been much of a talker and that's especially noticeable to you at that point in time but ,,, they respond enough with signing, nodding / shaking their head, or the occasional speaking that you're able to carry some conversations pretty well.

-he doesn't really. have. a lot of people in his life. you're really his only real close friend, it's kinda hard for him to fully wrap his head around it so !! they chose not to, instead focusing more-so on whatever it was you were rambling to them about that day.

-not super sure of where to put this lmao but ummm ehe . he's actually surprisingly touchy with you????? like. you've hung out at his house a few times and he just like. you'll start out sitting next to each other and you'll end up either laying with your head on their chest or vice versa . its . a little funny . you tease him about it a little and he just flicks your shoulder. also traces your scar a lot if you'll let them, they're not entirely sure why they do it, they just . like asking you about it occasionally.

-also you have scary dog privileges. they might look like any other grunt at that point but they're still tall as fuck and idk man !! something abt getting a blank stare from someone who towers over u would probably make u shut up and mind ur own damn business.

-again, he's not super good at fully recognizing / acknowledging certain thoughts and feelings of his but . yknow. he can definitely tell he at least worries about you a lot more than he would some other grunt he just met. he can definitely tell there's a reason he doesn't mind you touching him, whether by grabbing his hand to go show him something or just placing a hand on his shoulder or arm (most likely arm, again. hes tall. ). they can definitely tell there's a reason that they find themself genuinely enjoying your interactions.

-after the park thing you don't see them for a long time. everytime you try and call him the lines dead, everytime you try and ask others about him you just get choice words, all in all you're pretty much lost on the entire thing. sure, you know what happened but . it just never sits right with you. it doesn't help whenever people ask questions about them or give you wary looks because of your association, half steps back when you take one forward.

-anyway. yeah nevada goes to shit and you get magnified for the aahw. by now you just. don't really talk about hank. surprisingly, you have a little more of your old memories than the average mag !! congrats. problem is they're all foggy enough that you only really distantly decipher them. lmao. you aren't super high on the ladder but you're a pretty tough mag to beat. you're well known enough that other mags tend to hang around you when there's not much else going on. v2 mags especially think it's fun to mess around with you by jumping on your back or otherwise clinging onto you . idk man u've got like . a little family here .

-at one point or another there's an outing youre on that ends up going wrong. you get split up from the rest of your unit and are forced to hide out in some old abandoned building while you wait for backup. you're a little too injured to try and walk all the way back, a heavy gash on your side preventing you from doing too much in the moment. when you hear heavy steps on concrete you're able to give some sort of noise of relief, turning your head to look over your shoulder at whichever agent in your group had finally found you-

-you're instead met with red goggles and the end of a gun.

-any kind of relief is snatched away, you know damn well who it is by just the bit you can see in the dark alone. even standing in the shade between two windows (one of which you were sitting by, probably how they seen you in the first place- if that's the case though, it's a little weird they hadn't just shot at you through it.) you knew it was him. you're already stumblingly forcing yourself up to as much of your full height as you can manage, taking some kind of defensive position even as one of your hands ghosts over your gash. the throbbing pain of it and the feeling of blood sticking and running down your skin is enough that you can't seem to focus on the fact that he won't stop staring at your face.

-it doesn't take long before your legs seem to fail you, forcing you forward a bit as you kneel in some sort of attempt to keep upright. you're too busy hissing under your breath and screwing your eyes shut in pain as your hand covers your side to notice your company stepping forwards. you're snapped back to attention when there's a hand on your face, fingertips digging into your skin as they yank your head down a little further. you know you should be grabbing him, that you should be digging your claws into his torso and ripping him clean in half, throwing whatevers left aside and leaving. you know thats what you were told to do, what you were told they deserved anyway. yet, you aren't. instead, you're just giving some warning growl as you stare at them. you notice how the end of the gun is pointed away from you, how their touch seems to outline the mark on your face.

-"If you try and hurt me, I'll kill you." That's the only real heads up you get before he's crouching down and shoving your hand out of the way, grabbing something from his pocket to get to work on you. you don't fail to notice how little attention they're paying to you (aside from the focus on your wound, of course), that you could just rush forward and slam them into the ground if you really wanted.

-ok im skippin g ahead bc this is already way too goddamn long for hcs DEJWJCS

-anyway. it's a complicated relationship for a while. the others tend to avoid you a little but he just keeps showing up around you. they keep staring at you and just hanging around in your general area. it's not that much of an irritant if you ignore all the weird emotions and thoughts it keeps bringing to the forefront of your mind, forcing you to once again try and meddle with your memories.

-eventually he just starts walking over to you and sitting down next to you. sometimes he doesn't say anything at all, just sitting there and seeming to wait for one thing another- he never seems to find whatever that is, as he always gets up and leaves without a word at some point or another. then they start talking, its just little things at first, point-blank statements you can't say much on. sometimes they're just saying they and the other three will be gone for a bit othertimes it's some half-demand to let them look at the stitches they did on you (semi-related, he's not good at them. the stitches are pretty rough. at one point or another sanford has to redo them properly lmao)

-but then there's one particular night. they do the normal thing, come over, sit down next to you, not say a word. this time though you note how they're facing you. instead of some reminder or a demand for anything, he's pulling his ask down and asking a simple question. 'What do you remember?'

-it's a long conversation. he's talking more than he normally would by a long shot, occasionally stopping whenever his words seem to especially fail him and get stuck in his throat. you don't even really remember moving around, or even him pulling you in any way, you just know you somehow end up laying next to him with your head on his chest.

-whenever the memories do seem to click into place, it's hard. you have a lot of choice words for them yourself, months of being left alone without a word bubbling up with a vengeance, they listen to them. while some mags (such as yourself) do have the ability to speak, the san and dei don't think they've ever heard one with that much emotion in their voice. they've especially never seen a mag just break down like you do, they're both tensing up a little from their far away spot when hank's walking closer to you. instead of you lashing out or swiping at him though, you just sit there while he wraps his arms around you (as best as he can at least, it's a little difficult but he's able to get them around your neck and reach his other hand behind you well enough). you're eventually doing the same to him, though it's more so just your hands resting on their back.

-it takes a good while for proper trust to be rebuilt along with an honest, proper explanation from hank that only you're privy to. eventually though, there's enough trust that you're able to hang around him again without narrowly avoiding an argument or anything. they don't like being super affectionate or 'vulnerable' in front of the other two, so most times they prefer being in your or their room. also they're still touchy lmao, doesn't help that you're mag sized now and so they just want to hold you . its hard to explain, he's never been super affected by others heights and even when he is it's usually a negative thing for him but . for some reason . he just likes being shorter / smaller than you lol ,,,,,,,, hope you like holding them a lot bc that's what you're gonna be doing

-holy shit these are long so . i think .i am going to stop here.

[deisbookofdemons]

“...”

“Oh... guess I’m here now.”

[deisbookofdemons]

prototype-case-01345​:

Death The Kid:Hm…. *Walks through*

There were a few Mag Agents in the building. The one with the mask was getting a barrel of beer.

RP Starter:New Recruit For A.A.H.W

-Someone walked into one of the AAHW Base.

???:Looks like this is the place….

@deisbookofdemons

[deisbookofdemons]

The four Mags were likely all walking together. V4 was doing his best to try and help V2 feel better. V2 was staring at a damaged mask in his hands, sniffling a bit.

V2 wasn’t really watching where he was going. He soon tripped over a part of the sidewalk and dropped the damaged mask. The masked giant then sighed loudly.

@corruptedbunny-multimuse​

Tricycle Thief EM (open rp)

Hikari was happily riding her big wheel tricycle along the sidewalk, pretending to be a motorcycle racer. She made vrooming sounds and giggled, having fun. Until she came across EM’s house. The crazy lady would scream at anyone and anything that came near her house, even if it’s just the sidewalk.

Once she set a wheel on the sidewalk next to EM’s house, she stomped out like a bear in a cave and screeched at Hikari. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

Hikari whimpered. “H-hikari just...”

“SHUT UP! THIS IS MY PROPERTY AND YOU DONT BELONG ON MY PROPERTY!”

“B-but...hikari...” she was trembling as tears formed in her eyes.

“DONT TALK BACK TO ME!” She gripped the handlebars of Hikari’s trike and flipped it backwards, making her fall off and scrape her elbow bad. “THIS IS NOW MINE! IT’S ON MY PROPERTY AND NOW IT’S MY PROPERTY!” She took the tricycle in her house and slammed the door.

Hikari was stunned from what occurred and she started to cry. She was in pain and just had her big wheel stolen.

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[deisbookofdemons]

bluemajingirl​:

“I can get that, I tend to stay away from him since he kind of just freaks me out.” She rubbed the back of her head.

“Understandable. It’s Hank and he’d probably enjoy smashing your face against a sidewalk several times.”

"Wow, that is such a cool mask." Zizzi said as she floated up to face him as she floated in the air. (V2)

"My twin brother came up with the idea for our masks." The masked Mag responded.

[deisbookofdemons]

that-cruel-anon​:

*Cruel anon laughs, well….cruelly.*

The Mag curled up before something shot at the anon... and the bullet was quite big.

*Cruelty starts poking V2*

Ahia, i wonder how you'd taste, all blended up?~

@that-cruel-anon

V2 got teary-eyed and scratched at the anon.

[deisbookofdemons]

“Oh right... it’s morning in Japan right now isn’t it? Since it’s night here? I think that’s how it works...”

Ohaio Gonzaimas!

"???"

[deisbookofdemons]

V2 made a noise. “What’s a child doing here?”

(For V2)

Delila Was Making Flower Crowns

The Mag Agent was walking around the area, keeping an eye on things.

[deisbookofdemons]

bluemajingirl​:

“Oh man, that’s an awful way to go.” She took a deep breath now as she looked up now.

“Yeah... Hank can come up with some really brutal ways to kill people... There’s a good reason why we’re all after him.”

"Wow, that is such a cool mask." Zizzi said as she floated up to face him as she floated in the air. (V2)

"My twin brother came up with the idea for our masks." The masked Mag responded.

[deisbookofdemons]

prototype-case-01345​:

Death The Kid:(Mind) wow….. Guess that’s normal around here

The giant started to drink the beer from the barrel.

RP Starter:New Recruit For A.A.H.W

-Someone walked into one of the AAHW Base.

???:Looks like this is the place….

@deisbookofdemons

[deisbookofdemons]

bluemajingirl​:

Oh dear, she wasn’t ready for that as she dropped to the ground now. “I am so sorry.” She told him as she rubbed the back of her head.

“It’s not your fault. Hank’s the one that turned my twin into a giant blood smoothie.”

"Wow, that is such a cool mask." Zizzi said as she floated up to face him as she floated in the air. (V2)

"My twin brother came up with the idea for our masks." The masked Mag responded.

[deisbookofdemons]

“It... It used to look just like mine...” He held up the damaged mask... oh...

"Wow, that is such a cool mask." Zizzi said as she floated up to face him as she floated in the air. (V2)

"My twin brother came up with the idea for our masks." The masked Mag responded.

[deisbookofdemons]

V2 scratched at the anon again before he had started to cry, covering his face as he did so.

*Cruelty starts poking V2*

Ahia, i wonder how you'd taste, all blended up?~

@that-cruel-anon

V2 got teary-eyed and scratched at the anon.