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closed for … @covcrt where … sentinel electric headquarters when … ten thirty o'clock
ever since the grand event had started, the hours began to mingle together and despite the darkness outside, it was hard to tell how late it really was. no care from others was shown regarding that, thus adair did not even try to bring such silly topics up to anyone. many, from the looks of crowded dance floor, were enjoying themselves. others, if not by dancing, were spending their time at the bar. for a little while adair too, managed to find stillness in the midst of chaos that had already taken over the place and its guests. and although that had covered most of the attendees, there were a few outcasts. black sheep, if you will. a few that didn't feel the vibe of the evening or simply decided to not partake in the silly game that so many power hungry individuals were obssessed with so much.
❝ enjoying yourself? ❞ the agent inquired without peeling their eyes off the dance floor upon sensing a familiar restless presence enter their space. ❝ hope you did not give into their persistent nagging about finishing these... drinks. ❞ or whatever those were, they thought. adair tilted their head towards the table next to them and a couple full glasses of what seemed to be champagne resting on top of it. just then, as if lightning had struck from the sky above, did adair come to an odd realization ― just how many times they had missed out on properly greeting their colleagues. well, some of them. those they respected enough to put effort into welcoming. ❝ hi [ ... ] ❞
they added after turning around enough to face the other. eliot was one of good guys in adair's book, after all. thus, it made sense for adair to treat them like one in hopes of him eventually connecting these puzzle pieces together.
#mercyorg:eventone#♯ ⸺ « adair blythe. » … ⌜ conversations. ⌟#* ⸺ discussion. … ⌜ adair & eliot nowak. ⌟
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adair could not help the momentary shot up of their brows in response to sabine's sharp comeback. apparently it was one of those moments when the other party was being impossible and no matter the choice of words or actions taken, it would only lead to exact same outcome as previous one. they did, however, consider silence as an option for a brief moment, yet it proved to be extremely short lived thanks to their current training counterpart who just proceeded to yap away like her previous statement did not just leave her mouth mere moments ago. ❝ i'd watch that temper of yours. next time you could actually offend the wrong person. ❞
the agent bit back just in time to feel the aftershocks transmitted through the punching bag against their grip and their entire front due to the other's most recent kick, prompting adair to tighten their hold over the leather. ❝ i wonder who'd be there to save your ass then [ ... ] ❞ adair trailed off, allowing some time to sink in for more dramatic effect, but of course the tense dance of theirs, jab after jab being thrown each other's way, was far from over. and although adair was smarter than to engage in such silly behaviors, in most occasions, sabine was really asking for it now. ❝ i was going to say 'to each their own', but you know what?! maybe that happens because you finally quit being such a fucking stuck-up and allow your true self come out more often. ever thought of that? ❞ despite their current adversary, something told them that it has been quite a while since last time sabine received a tough 'no bs' pep-talk and since the two of them were already there, might as well take care of that as well.
" oh , god " the mumble comes discreetly under her breath , eyes disappearing behind her eyelids in an annoyed roll . of all the people out there , why them ? sabine turns around , knowing it is too late to backtrack , and waits for adair to reach her . " i never said the favor would be unpaid , " she counters , and ignores the jab with a huff , stretching her neck to get ready once more . yet , of course , of course adair blythe , of all people , couldn’t stay silent , and as the first punch lands , their voice echoes in the surroundings , making sabine sigh like a petulant child . she shakes her head , holding back a new eye - roll , and spits , " i’ve heard staying silent while you train helps you breathe better , " it’s not a lie , however , the fact is stated derisively , exhaustion and irritation getting the worst of her as a kick moves the bag firmly held in adair’s grip . " and maybe it is too early to judge , " she continues , a kick landing in the middle of the leather this time . " but you’re a way better drinking partner than a sparring one . ” so far , at least . maybe it is the alcohol that makes the self - centered field agent more tolerable in those occasions , maybe it’s the outside setting , whatever the reason behind it , sabine is really tempted to exchange the training for a shot of vodka right now .
#♯ ⸺ « adair blythe. » … ⌜ conversations. ⌟#* ⸺ discussion. … ⌜ adair & sabine bogelot. ⌟#something tells me that grumpiness of hers will switch to something else any sec now 🙈
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closed for … @tvrmoils where … sentinel electric headquarters when … around ten o'clock
given mercy's extensive numbers in various types of agents, it was way too easy to forget the faces of those working in other divisions. their voices, on the other hand, was a completely different story. especially those of intelligence agents. they were, after all, the ones adair worked most closely with aside from fellow field agents. most voices coming from the other end they tolerated. some were surprisingly pleasant event. but the remaining few... were scarred so deep within adair's brain a worry was ignited under countless of layers of their gut. thus, seeing a somewhat familiar face at the bar did not trigger any viceral reactions. it was precisely when adair was in listening range, being a couple of feet away from the other, that all too familiar voice reached them causing adair to shut their eyes in a poor attempt to gather the remaining bits of patience still left within them. ❝ i did not peg you for a social butterfly. ❞ adair announced with a loud enough tone to attract the other's attention, moving to lean against the counter while making sure a certain amount of distance was maintained in between them. ❝ what? long-distance bullying no longer scratches that nasty itch of yours? ❞
#mercyorg:eventone#♯ ⸺ « adair blythe. » … ⌜ conversations. ⌟#* ⸺ discussion. … ⌜ adair & demian seo. ⌟
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closed for … @skyf4llz where … sentinel electric headquarters when … around nine-ish o'clock
little to no effort was made by the agent to suppress the overly exhausted sigh that left their body in such a great stillness that the one of water glass' long left and forgotten on a counter could hardly compare. despite a solid decade spent at mercy's, adair found themselves holding continuous inner resentment towards social events given the amount of precious time required for small talk and other unnnecesary pleasantries. most of the time those only offered an artificial sense of genuinity rather than much needed honesty and accountability especially after such unfortunate recent events. besides, by the looks of it and hosting of a ball during one of these days told adair enough about mercy's willingness to get to the bottom of things.
aside from the obvious, the amount of drinks and repetitive 'quick visits' from servers showing up with full glasses of liquor managed to take adair aback. either they've become so rusty at socializing and showing up at events like theses or somoeones intentions were not as pure as they first appeared to be. ❝ and they keep on coming [ ... ] ❞ a low mumble to no one in particular slipped through the agent's lips right before they took the form of a light frown.
surely getting everybody drunk was not the intention, was it? ❝ you weren't joking about those suits of yours. probably wouldn't find any fancier one to wear for my funeral. ❞ adair greeted the familiar face currently heading in their direction after spotting the other from the corner of their eye. ❝ and i do know a few hot spots that have some really impressive pieces in their possession around the city. ❞ agent ghostrider added while moving a couple of glasses they were previously served around the table, liquid in them still very much untouched despite the server's irritating dilligence in serving them extra shots and glasses whenever opportunity arose.
#mercyorg:eventone#♯ ⸺ « adair blythe. » … ⌜ conversations. ⌟#* ⸺ discussion. … ⌜ adair & alistair vasileiou. ⌟
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appalled was probably not the finest of vocabulary items to describe adair's current state given countless of braggy statements that ever so often plagued their hearing during the past decade. yet here they were, features painted with painfully familiar expression denoting a mixure of confusion and mild shock. truly disturbing.
❝ yeah? let's switch duties for a day, i'm in a need for a day off. besides, if that means i get to try out one of those fancy intel chairs you're all so keen on wasting your days on, even better. ❞ they were never the type to shy away from a sign of challenge and whatever they just heard the other state definitely sounded like one.
starter : julia ft. open @ unspecified location w/in mercy hq
" i'm just saying, " julia says, with all the confidence of someone who is about to expose everyone in the vicinity to the worst take of all time, " there's nothing a field agent can do that an intel agent can't do better. " says the intel agent with absolutely no in-person subterfuge skills — they can only lie when there's a computer screen between them and whoever they're talking to.
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the festivities within the ball were not much of a surprise nor refreshment for adair given the past decade spent in the organization and countless of other events held during that lengthy period of time. thus, as soon as the lights had gone out and darkness overtook the hall, a minuscule spark of intrigue was set alight within the agent's gut prompting curious yet cautious gaze scan the environment for any potential threats. although quite unoriginal idea, but nevertheless effective to disrupt the lighting for gates of paranoia and anxiety to swing wide open. ❝ just how many times have you been in such a situation before? ❞ they inquired, tone as monotone and as unimpressed as ever, while ever so slightly tilting their head in zita's direction. years of training under the other's supervision had taught adair the art of stealth and stress management that an 'unfortunate' occurrence such as this one did nothing but add a pinch of excitement on their plate, a subtle promise of potential face-off with an enemy they oh so were itching to eradicate.
𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 … open starter ⟳ governors ball ; 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 .
❛ champagne , thank you . ❜ crystal chimes against the marble countertop adorning the bar, the round of applause it accompanies almost deafening. zita's own hands mimic the actions of others, the sound hollow and empty, a reflection of truer sentiments towards the collaboration – just another stakeholder to appease , the voice of cynicism muttered within. deft digits eventually curl around the tall stem of her champagne flute, the glass brought to lips and its libation savoured ; at least they hadn't scrimped on the alcohol , which was so often the case at such galas. no sooner had the glass met her lips the room descended into darkness , emergency lighting swiftly & brightly illuminating the concerned and confused expressions on the faces of the attendees ; posture rigid , hues assessing, zita mirrored the facades of others . vibrations from within her purse directed her attentions and with her phone retrieved , the message was read . posture relaxed , lips meeting the glass once more for a calming sip . ❛ don't look so ... serious , we do not wish to cause a panic . ❜ her voice was low, scarcely a whisper to the colleague beside her .
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it was way too easy to forget that when it came to mercy agents, someone, somewhere was always awake despite the unusual hours. most did check in for the night just in time for dusk to take the stage. those who stayed past that and even exceeded the curtain call were seen as the stubborn and relentless ones ― overachievers. those who had plenty to prove. either to themselves or to the rest. adair appreciated the enormous space, stillness and silence of the training grounds and these circumstances could only be applied at dawn or after dusk. there was no in between. when it came to training itself, the agent tended to mind their own business which rendered the current moment as one of those examples. given the spacious environment maneuvering around the place was a straight up chore adair did not enjoy if their quickened pace was of any indication. the will for them to simply appear at the other part of training zone by the use of their shadows was too great, however the agent received their merciful distraction which came as a form of a familiar voice commanding attention by its tone alone.
❝ favors go both ways, just saying. ❞ an itching nudge of a reminder seeped through an otherwise detached and stoic persona. ❝ you're beating the shit out of it and you're expecting it to stay still? ❞ adair tsked once they approached the other's training spot, locking their hands on the sides of the bag in a tight grip awaiting upcoming punches. the tension and irritation in the air was palpable indicating agent verbena's impatience and gradual loss of temper. agent ghostrider was no stranger to those sensations, especially having those frequent them more so in their younger years than currently. thus, they knew better than to press the other's almost non-existent buttons. ❝ have you taken any breaks in between your sessions? ❞ a singular beat. ❝ i've heard water can bring focus in motion, in case it's one of your current struggles. ❞ there was nothing worse than somehow ending up in dehydration stage accompanied by one's sour mood.
* OPEN STARTER » mercy’s fitness center .
" the sun had set long ago the moment sabine manages to fall , finally , easily into her routine . she didn’t like to train alone , but the busy schedule of these last few weeks , overwhelming even for her , had made it rather difficult to have it any other way . punching the bag right in front of her , a growl of annoyance falls from pouty lips at the erratic movement of the sack , hence the faint steps behind her shone like a beacon in her struggle . she steps closer , only a few inches , smoothly , and narrows her eyes in a futile attempt to identify the silhouette in the dim light . " hey , can i ask you a favor ? " favors weren’t a thing she asked for , not serious ones , but this was so frivolous she didn’t even stop to think the way she phrased her words . " could you , uhm … hold the bag for a few minutes , i need to try something and it keeps … fucking moving . " despite her efforts to sound collected , the frustration was palpable in her voice , and a huff emanated from her — tired , irritated , aggravation gnawing at her insides like a starving dog .
#♯ ⸺ « adair blythe. » … ⌜ conversations. ⌟#* ⸺ discussion. … ⌜ adair & sabine bogelot. ⌟#forgive me i just cannot stfu for the life of me 🙈#no need to match pls and thank u <'3
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