#bluenix

[silverdragon889]

REAL this is very them coded

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[eod-agent-13-12]

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.

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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.

[brain-is-a-toaster]

Hey. Hey. Want a sketch of Bluenix without his hat and mask?

Here ya go.

[silverdragon889]

Bluenix's B-Side: I Won't Say It

Here you go, guys! The phone call >:3 @blueorchid-95 @agent--shadow @agentwraith @eod-agent-13-12

Bluenix stares at the door like it personally wronged him.

Sure as shit, there was a heart decal on the door. Bluenix felt his cheeks warm; why were the others so insistant it was a crush? It's affection and admiration- nothing more. It can't be a crush.

Crushes get people killed.

Nonetheless, he steels himself and enters the room. The black company phone sits there, and it somehow feels like it stares at him. He stares back. It's like that for a good 15 seconds. He breathes. It shouldn't be this hard to call a friend... He dials the familiar number and waits.

A kind, familiar voice answers.

"Phoenix? Phoenix! Oh it's so good you called- where ARE you? You up and left without so much as a note and Reginald's been losing his bloody mind! I've been losing my bloody mind! Are you hurt? I can-"

Woah, woah, Ollie-pop! Slow down a sec.

He chuckles a little.

It was an emergency. Still is. But I'm ok; no scratches or wounds except to maybe my pride.

"An emergency? Phoenix, what's going on?"

Multiversal conundrum: Zoraxis managed to trap a bunch of Agency personelle, and I was recruited to help get them back.

"The multiverse again?"

Yeah. Again. But, uh, I called for a different reason than to just explain.

He shuffles, his firey feathers puffing out unconsciously as he lets out a heavy sigh.

Mechanique is here... She targeted me and I just... Needed to hear your voice. I was doing well on my own for a good bit but well-

He smiles

I missed you.

Ollie worries, but he chuckles into the phone. Bluenix pretends his heart doesn't speed up.

"Well, I missed you too. Medical's been awfully quiet without you around, you know."

Hey! I'm not THAT clumsy!

"I can hear a little nasal in your voice. You ran into a wall, earlier didn't you."

... I plead the fifth.

The two laugh. Conversation flows between the two for a while. Eventually, though, Ollie is needed back in Medical, and the two say reluctant goodbyes.

I'll see you soon, ok, Ollie-pop?

Ollie giggles.

"Of course, Feather. I'll hold you to it."

Ollie hangs up as Bluenix processes everything he just heard; the soft way Ollie called him 'Feather' replaying in his head over and over as he sinks to sit on the ground. He holds his head in his hands as he groans in partial frustration.

He had a crush.

He was so screwed.

Mierda.

[silverdragon889]

Bluenix stays quiet until he's sure he can speak safely

... I suppose I owe you...

He seems conflicted and frustrated at the same time

Why did the others try to fight my battles...? If the other two enemies were focused on me, then they could've snuck in and completed the mission...

He sighs

Do they not trust me enough? Am I still not good enough...?

(@eod-agent-13-12 here)

"Hm? It seems like we made it to the right place." A young man with blue hair walks into the base. If his outfit is to be judged, he definitely belongs to EOD.

"Typhoon, you're not going to cause problems. Especially for Wraith." Beside him was an older woman with auburn hair and blue eyes. She looks like a handler. "Hello? Are there any other handlers I can speak to? Agent 13-12 informed us of the situation."

(Just adding another handler so @blueorchid-95 doesn't get too overwhelmed with all the agents.)

*Shadow crawls out of the box she was resting in*

"Oh, of course. Handler Blue ( @blueorchid-95) is just over there brewing some tea." She points over to the makeshift table Blue is standing by.

"And who might you be?"

[sunflowers-and-scales]

beanix wright more like bluenix ami wright

(this is kind of avian au so uhhhh @okartichoke)

[eod-agent-13-12]

@brain-is-a-toaster 's Bluenix here. I was sent here by @pandagobrr in regards to the agents stuck in towers?

"Oh hi! I was expecting you. So, what do you know so far?"

[brain-is-a-toaster]

Thank you! TBH your Phoenix pissed off scares ME lol

I think your Phoenix and my Phoenix (Bluenix) would be friends!

I love the "Phoenix is actually very good at their job, they just choose to be an absolute gremlin at all times" headcannons because it would be very interesting to see everyone else's reactions to Phoenix not goofing around anymore.

One day Phoenix comes in and instead of cracking a joke or chugging the coffee pot just because they can, they go straight out to the field and don't do a single silly thing. They get in and get out. Don't say a word. Dead serious.

What happened? Is this not Phoenix? Why are they suddenly serious? And... good?

I don't really have a conclusion to this it's just something I've been thinking about

[eod-agent-13-12]

Cave-ng in

Context

"Ow..." 13-12 hissed as Dr. Marcel applied the bandages. "You didn't have to be forceful about it."

"I'm not. What even happened here? Several agents clearly had it rough."

"... It was a trap. Handler Blue isn't taking it well since Shadow's... I don't know exactly what happened."

13-12 lowered their head. "... I couldn't protect them."

"Don't try to blame yourself for that. We also should've done more research."

They turned to the door, auburn hair and blue eyes staring right at them. "I..."

"Several medical staff are treating Shadow as we speak and Typhoon and Bluenix are aldo getting medical attention. Bluenix is... dazed though. I'm awaiting Blue's news about Wraith."

"I would normally get mad about someone handling Phoenix but my hands are full." Dr. Marcel sighed. "I'll double check the files later after I make sure that doesn't happen again. Sorry for being paranoid but we don't know if those crystals can be used to cause... you know."

The room felt colder, and not because of the air conditioning.

"It was kinesium that caused that. But if you're right... And it is enough to... cause a similar effect..."

"Let's... not think about those things."

"... What if it leaked to other universes? It's my fault. If it wasn't for the fact I did digging... I don't think someone else could've connected the dots. I'm the only me who has overloaded their TK implant and an ocular implant."

"You don't know that. So don't blame yourself."

"But if I say it... anyone eavesdropping might know. They might even get the idea."

"For now, focus on resting. I have other matters to deal with."

"... Later, Elira."

"I'll see you around, Marife."

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@agentwraith, @agent--shadow, @blueorchid-95, @brain-is-a-toaster

Have some 13-12 lore. And for those who know 13-12 by a different name... I have an explanation.

@phoenix-and-found-family, @the-one-and-only-043

Not sure you wanna see this but... here.

[silverdragon889]

@blueorchid-95 @eod-agent-13-12 @agentwraith @agent--shadow

For the RP, since I'm not in the scene but I wanna establish a Moment(TM) to help set up future scenes. So, I welcome you all to:

Bluenix's B-Side; When Does A Comet Become a Meteor?

Bluenix was nudged awake once the chopper had landed. He groggily and half-presently walked himself through the building to medical, barely paying attention until he's given the all clear. It was only when he returned to his temporary lodgings that he came back to himself, and sighed; a long, low, weary sound.

He lost himself back there, and it burned him inside to admit it. He'd grown so used to Crane, Prism, and Ollie being able to understand his motives and reasoning at a glance that it cost them.

He hates it. Hates it a lot. But something has to give here.

Truth is, he's been holding back his maximum ablilities for a while now; less risk of hurting others. Less risk of losing himself. But as of right now, Bluenix is desperate and alone; he has to swallow the fact he can't take on this mission by himself.

Can't take it on as just Phoenix.

And so he turns to the mirror in the corner, sits down, and lets himself float.

Talking to the God of Death for anyone else would be a nightmare right out of a movie. But he's known Thanatos personally for a long while now; since a mere 5 years old all that time ago, and this moment will mark the first ever time Bluenix asks to meet Death first.

When Bluenix looks in the mirror again, Thanatos stares back.

You do not call upon me in times of peace, my charge. This is most unusual for you; what troubles you?

The God's voice echoes and reverberates with the din of multiple people speaking, and yet it is soft in tone. Bluenix- no, just Phoenix for now. Phoenix stares Death in his sapphire eyes and whispers.

I lost myself, Than. She wanted me to slip and I fell for it.

The deity merely nods,

I remember, my charge. I remember your desperate call to save the Shadow as she fell, and I answered.

Death grants Phoenix a small smile, sad yet knowing all at once

Yet I feel from you that you believe your efforts to not be enough. Have you forgotten the Typhoon's words?

Phoenix shakes his head

It's because of what he said that I called you, Than. If this is war, then I...

Breathe in, breathe out.

I need to use our full power. All of it.

Thanatos' gaze hardens sharply.

You know what you are asking cannot be undone until you return to your dimension, correct?

Phoenix nods, but won't look Thanatos in the eyes. Said deity growls.

Look at me, young avatar.

Phoenix meets his gaze.

Being an Angel of Death, even for a short while, will be immensely taxing upon your body; your telekinesis will increase in use, and my wings of fire will be yours to command, but not even a mortal such as you was ever meant to wield such power. So I ask again:

Are. You. Certain?

Phoenix steels himself, and speaks without hesitation.

Yes, Thanatos.

Thanatos nods, satisfied.

And so it shall be, my charge.

When Phoenix blinks next, wings of ethereal blue fire rest upon his back, scorching nothing and yet ever burning bright. And when he turns his gaze to himself; his face?

His eyes are no longer emerald green.

From scelera to pupil, they are hellfire blue.

[eod-agent-13-12]

Imperfect Mirror, Broken Candle

Agent Bluenix and Agent 13-12, during intel gathering, managed to walk in the wrong time. Things get go wrong and quickly.

Content Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Mind Manipulation, Time Loop Deaths, Self-Loathing, Possible Nightmare Fuel, Blood and Injury, Concussions

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"Well, Nix. I think that's it for now. We'll continue next week. I think I've hit my social battery quota." Agent 13-12, Florian, looked at their companion with awkwardness yet the fond gaze can't be denied.

"I've gathered the intel from several people. I think we can take a break." Agent Bluenix gave a thumb's up while they headed to the car, with Florian in the driver's seat.

"Well, guess we're going back to my place. Multiple universe traveling is quite... tiring." They started the car as they checked their watch. "Hopefully, we'll be in my place soon to gather the data."

"You said it was a lab?"

"I had it before I joined the agency. Which is why the owner name was Marife, instead of... you know. Florian. Hopefully, we're in my universe, not..." They took a deep breath. "Just me overthinking. Hopefully."

"I sure hope not."

The ride was soon over, leading to a relieved exhale from both.

"After me. Mostly because I would rather be the one unlocking the door instead of... you know. Breaking into my own house."

"You once broke into your own house?"

"I forgot my keys." They chuckled as they opened the door and turned on the lights. Pastel yellow walls greeted them, clothed in several trinkets and framed sketches.

The smell of homecooked meals and comfort assailed him, stirring up memories but he shook his head to focus on the task at hand.

"Nice place." Green eyes darted around the trinkets on the walls, taking in the framed sketches. "These look nice."

"Thank you! It took a while to fully furnish it the way we wanted it. But it was so worth it." They walked to one of the doors and opened it, leading down to a set of stairs.

"Wait. I have a bad feeling."

Florian nodded, rummaging through the inner pocket of their coat and revealed a device with a closed button. Pressing it, they soon moved on while they brought out their knife and the pin to stick it onto their hat.

The pair of agents made their way down the steps, careful to avoid making any sound. Florian's warm familiarity soon turned frosty as a sudden bang pushed them to the ground.

Clear liquid spilled on the ground, slowly mingling with the metallic smell that both agents have grown familiar with over deaths and missions.

"Florian!" He yelled, turning to them while they tried to recover from passing out from the blow. They tugged at his hoodie to stay back, their brown eyes slowly seemed to shine with their tears.

They clutched their head, counting the breaths as their vision was still hazy, the slick feeling of blood between their fingers slowly losing warmth as the sensation of not again practically yelled at them.

"10:33. Nix, what ever you do, don't-"

"It seems like your ability is legitimate." A detached voice echoed in the desolate laboratory, pulling Nix's attention to the new arrival. "I do wonder if it's because of that implant of yours or if you came across something. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see."

"Who are you and how did you-" Nix paused, staring at a woman in a lab coat. Her brown eyes seemed to hide silver as a golden sheen seemed to cover her brown hair. The woman's resemblance to his friend was uncanny. "Florian, I didn't know you had a-"

"You looked away. Well, I'm sorry to say but that's a mistake you'll regret immensely." The familiar stranger's face was solemn, distant as if looking at a diorama in a museum depicting the execution that would've sparked a revolution.

His ginger hair nearly covered his face after he ignored the pull on the bottom of his blue hoodie. The tug on his mask afterwards was urgent, practically flying off into the hands of the one he never wanted to see.

"Oh, Feenie, what's wrong? Finally staying quiet for once?" Something's wrong. Don't say anything.

Brown eye soon gave to red as the robotic right arm held onto his sky blue domino mask and a knife on her left hand. Ash grey hair in a ponytail seemed to frame her neck as she embodied the mockery and smugness she always carried when their paths crossed.

"Mechanique. Give. me. my. mask. back." He practically snapped at her, trying to grab it back with his TK but 'her' grip was tight, taking a step back to maintain distance. Her eyes looked panicked as the flames from his wings seemed to practically grow as each word was enunciated.

His eyes looked around, trying to find his friend but Florian was just gone. He's now alone with two Zoraxis operatives, one unknown and the other wants to kill him.

Florian's butterfly knife cut through the tension after a click of the gun echoed in the lab, causing the unknown operative to take a step back as the blade clanged onto the tile floor.

Bluenix looked around, trying to discern where Florian is. He wishes that the pin was working as intended, but the red shards where they fell before was not looking good. His domino mask was left forgotten on the floor as shards of broken glass and sounds of struggle seemed to echo around the laboratory.

The mask was lightly scuffed, but it wasn't ruined like she most likely would. It didn't make sense... Unless-

The voices of reproach in his head came back with hungry vengeance as he tried to hide his tears away from everyone. If anything, the least he can do is maintain the little composure he had left.

A cold sweat covered him as he frantically searched for everyone, cursing up a storm as it seemed like Zoraxis has the cloaking devices that can evade his sight, just like Florian's pins.

"Parehas tayong kumakapit sa patalim dito. Binabalaan kita. Kapag ako nagkaroon ng suliranin, sisiguraduhin ko na malalagot ka rin."

The operative's vitriol echoed in the lab, revealing their location as he saw her pointing the gun at his sister enemy.

"What are you doing?!" He held onto his butterfly knife, a few clicks from the handles as he readjusted it to prepare for a fight.

A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind before he managed to reach the operative, causing him to pause as everything clicked as he fell apart.

"Damien. It'll be ok. Papa and I are here. Just breathe." Nix? Nix, breathe. Just take a few breaths. I'm fine. We're fine. Backup will arrive soon. Shhh.

It was her words but it was not her. It was a lie. Not true.

Those days were over.

"Consider this a warning. I'm staying away from all the 'Zoraxis is involved in kidnapping agents' business. I want to live in peace as much as I can. I will find a way to make this permanent if any of your scientist asking ends up implicating me, got it? I have to go before Smitten gets here."

Try as he might to break free from their grasp, he just couldn't.

"Why would you let her go? She hurt you!"

He thrashed, trying to break free but the reassuring head pats from them only made him feel worse.

"She... what did she even do?"

His companion refused to say a word, trying to stop him from leaving. He turned around slightly, remembering the hit on the head and choosing to focus on that, not... everything else.

His blood ran cold as what was supposed to be red was brown.

His hand let go of the butterfly knife as he grabbed the nearest first aid kit to stop the bleeding from the cut.

"Florian!" An unfamiliar voice snapped him from his task as the man looked over them with a frantic yet methodical gaze. "The pin was... it wasn't supposed to break. Didn't..." He turned to Bluenix. "She came by, didn't she?"

"Who? What's going on?! Who are you? Why does Florian look like-" He choked, choosing to withhold that he was seeing someone else. That he could've hurt his friend if they said anything more. That he could've said something they didn't deserve to hear.

"That..." The man took a breath, revealing his agency ID to TK to him in order to attend to Florian, who was rapidly losing consciousness. "The name's Agent Smitten from 13-12's universe. And... Candlelight, the Zoraxis operative who looked exactly like Florian is Florian in another universe... where they ended up working for Zoraxis instead."

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@silverdragon889, you asked for angst and I hope it delivered! Poor Bluenix though.

@phoenix-and-found-family, @the-one-and-only-043, this is what Vadas (and Candlelight) is capable of. I can't wait to see what she will do with this.

@agentwraith, @blueorchid-95, @agent--shadow, don't worry. The most this did is take 13-12 out of commission for a few days. Candlelight is not interested in this attack. She's indifferent and would rather stay far from it in order to avoid getting hurt. (But she will make sure to drag you down with her if she gets in trouble.) [Yes. That's basically what she said to Florian.]

[pandagobrr]

Kai would unironically love to go into the blanket filled box, especially if someone was near him :3 especially especially if that someone was Wraith, who is (at this moment, besides maybe Bluenix) the only one who really trusts him. It reminds him of laying in the sun in the forest, with the comforting weight of a person next to him. He's waited so long to feel like a person again, and maybe... Maybe this is it...

Whumpees who crave praise. Whumpees who want to be told "It's all okay". Whumpees who would die just to hear that someone cares about them. Whumpees who have been starved from being told they meant anything.

Whumpees who would suffer everything for a "You've done so well".

[silverdragon889]

Linking the post here because 13-12 did an AWESOME job writing and I needed to write the aftermath.

Bluenix's B-Side: Echo in the Mirror

Hey hey! Before you read this, be warned with these Trigger Warnings!

Self-Loathing, Thoughts of Suicide, Eating Disorder

Bluenix didn't stick around long after that.

That's not to say he left the building! No, the bathroom he's locked himself in works just fine, thanks. He's broken and damaged and would very much like to lick his wounds and discard whatever pride he had left.

The alternate Florian. Anti-Florain. Candlelight. Whatever they went by. They messed with his brain and his eyes and his heart and that left him LOW.

10:33, they told him. How many deaths were by his own hand? How many by the operative?

...how many deaths must HE suffer as penance?

He shakes off the thought. No, now's not the time to spiral. Than probably wouldn't let him do that anyway.

Some Phoenix HE is...

The knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Hey. Are... You ok? Coping well?"

He's not, but he's already appeared weak too much today. No more, thanks.

'M fine. Thanks.

"... Do you want some warm food, at least?"

If you leave it outside the door, sure.

He's left alone after that. He doesn't really touch the food, either, once it's there. He doesn't want to leave until he can finally be ok with himself. Fight the echo of himself in the mirror.

...

...

He's gonna be here a while...

[brain-is-a-toaster]

I was drawing digitally to make a comic and-

I can't even. His face. He looks so done and the drawing is scuffed

In the tags tell what disappointed Bluenix

[silverdragon889]

Hey would Bluenix be interested in joining the Zoraxis Attack? We have word they've captured a significant portion of the agency and we're trying to save our comrades. We suspect there's around 3 towers holding the captives, and we've already destroyed one. You get to blow stuff up and kick Zoraxis butt, you in?

Bluenix grabs his butterfly knife and a few bombs with a manic grin. It seems like he's determined to help!

Count me in, friend. They'll never see me comin'! Just tell me where I have to go.

[Hell yeah! Happy to be a part of it!]

[silverdragon889]

I sent it to you but here's a reblog to make things easier

Blue Agent Phoenix. Bluenix

Brain is a toaster again.

But I wanted you to know I did IRL art of my Agent Phoenix...

Do... Do you wanna see? 👉👈

uh, obviously?!