#handler blue

[wyvchard]

I Expect You To Party

A party set to celebrate both Christmas and the New Year across dimensions / universes.

(Feel free to add what each of your Phoenixes / EOD Agents will do.)

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A Christmas and New Year party set in a different dimension or universe is definitely a novel experience for Agent Phoenix, or in this case Agent 13-12. With the influx of multiple Agent Phoenixes, they decided to use a different code to distinguish themself from... well, every other Agent Phoenix.

They held out their hand, telekinesis activating as they plopped down the mango float, a dessert made of graham, whipped cream, and mangos.

"Too bad you're caught up on some things, Handler Sir~" They chuckled, touching their earpiece as their handler decided to protest, something about them giving him paperwork to do.

It only served to make them laugh.

In the background, a younger agent with blue hair was yelling at a different agent to get down from the Christmas tree.

"Wraith, I swear! Get down from there!" Agent Typhoon huffed. His handler, Elira (more affectionately called Ellie), just watches in the distance. She is beside another handler named Blue, discussing their kids agents' missions.

Blue's agent, Shadow, is sneaking off to form her own plan, a grin plastered on her face as she approaches Typhoon.

Another Phoenix, affectionately called Wyvern, approaches 13-12 as the latter was busy placing the food down.

Neither of them acknowledge the implicit food theft due to another Phoenix, Bluenix or Nix for short, taking control of the music and drawing their attention.

"You're doing that to spite them, aren't you?" A different agent, codename Smitten, with blonde hair and green eyes sat close to a different Phoenix who goes by "Sage" eating in the corner. He sighed upon seeing the spoon and fork floating at the distance.

Just arriving at the place was Agent 043, another Phoenix who immediately saw their baby siblings and went to them immediately.

Some other Agent Phoenixes have been invited and the party is about to start.

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Tagging by order of appearance:

Agent Wraith (@agentwraith) , Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95), Agent Shadow (@agent--shadow), Agent Wyvern (@phoenix-and-found-family), Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster), "Sage" (@definitelyunhingedagentphoenix), Agent 043 (@the-one-and-only-043)

Agent 13-12, Agent Typhoon, Handler Ellie, and Agent Smitten belongs to me.

Other people who got invited but not sure what they'll do yet. (No pressure to join in. But feel free to invite other people!)

@stellar-collective, @tillywunderwing, @agentpheoness, @dandorime, @agent-phoenixxx

[agent--shadow]

Just a memory

(Blue holding her cherished photo of shadow in her childhood after she lost her memory)

[ @blueorchid-95 @eod-agent-13-12 @agentwraith @silverdragon889]

[pandagobrr]

19. They get stuck in an elevator. How does everyone react?

Florian would be the one to press the help button,

Shadow climbs up and out the little door at the top, forgetting about everyone else.

Kai is trying to help people, but rarely anyone needs his help.

Wraith follows suit after Shadow.

Bluenix probably calls Ollie to pass the time until help got there.

Handler Blue is trying desperately to keep up with Shadow, but is failing miserably.

Handler Ellie is standing off to the side, burying her head in her hands.

Typhoon is probably trying to pull Wraith back into the elevator to annoy her and get back for the hair dye prank.

[ @eod-agent-13-12 @silverdragon889 @blueorchid-95]

[blueorchid-95]

[9] What is their love language?

(for Blue)

Blue doesn't show very obvious signs of affinity, but she seems to showcase her love through either acts of service or physical affection. If you're closer to her, you'll get to see her behave in a more caring manner. She behaved differently, back before Zoraxis wiped her mind, but that Blue is a woman long lost. Now, you have to earn her trust before she begins to open up to you.

[agentwraith]

Wraith standing behind Kai and going, “say that again. Do it.” :) If Kai says it again he goes into the blanket filled box until he takes it back. /silly

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".

[blue-theservicedog]

You know you’re a service dog handler when you get excited that a public place has trash bins outside the doors.

[fyther]

First fully rendered drawing on Ibis yippiee!

[changelingeyes]

Augustus: the Changeling's autism service puppygirl that is also autistic <3

[agentwraith]

[Wires is nibbling of the sleeves of Typhoon’s clothes.]

[Wraith is snickering at him and very thankful she’s not the one having her clothes chewed.]

A Wyvern Comes to Visit.

Agent Wyvern's / Trevor's (@phoenix-and-found-family) Introduction to the Attack on Zoraxis Arc

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Trevor's currently chilling in their office when a letter with the usual cookies with them. It was, of course, securely sealed and clearly untampered.

The letter contained the following:

My dearest Trevor, It's been a while since we talked. Sorry, we had been busy lately. I do apologize for that. Things have gotten seriously hectic. Zoraxis is currently on the move in several universes and I am very worried on what's going on. Things seem to be getting dark. But it seems like our movements weren't as hidden as I'd have like. Candlelight managed to get a hit on me. I'm not doing that well alright though. But we really need to get those chemicals back, she's backed off as long as we don't drag her into the mess. I hit my head but I'd be field ready by the time you receive this letter. But just in case you're curious, I've written the coordinates to the universe I'm in. But a simple letter and regards would be enough. Your beloved Ate, Flor

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With the amount of data and intel to sort through, it was a miracle that Florian and Ameri managed to keep up. They looked upon the board of strings and pinned notes as she took a few steps back.

Kai and Shadow (@agent--shadow) 's Parents, Nix (@silverdragon889)'s as well. Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) surely got her hands full, with the interrogation concluding and all.

Wraith (@agentwraith) and Typhoon are thankfully distracting themselves with Wires. His handler is busy with her brother.

[cherrytraveller]

posting this here too to be a menace to @xinrouska's mental health at every front. save her (and the rest of my friends for that matter too).

[oliviackaotix-blog]

Sunny isn’t dead, he just moved to Australia

[pandagobrr]

Who's the mom friend? Who's the dad friend?

Well the first part of that is easy, Handler Blue ( @blueorchid-95) hands down is the mom friend, but dad? Hmmmmm, Dr. Marcel ( @wyvchard) gives off dad vibes, but I couldn't tell you why, it's just there.

[agentwraith]

[He immediately gets a text back. “Safe now? Should we come get you?” Wraith’s spelling is pretty good considering she typed that with one hand while staring down an orange.]

You step into your office, and there’s a radio on your desk. You don’t know where it came from or why it’s there, but it’s there. It looks old, plastered with stickers written in odd languages. There’s only one that’s remotely legible, and it reads “help.”

Bluenix is SO CONCERNED, but manages to steel his nerves. It's best to investigate first, and panic later. Oddly enough, Thanatos hasn't screamed danger at him yet, so he circles the radio to look for a way to interact with it.

[blueorchid-95]

[3] What emotion is hardest for them to deal with?

(for Blue)

Loneliness, most definitely. Loss. It’s the only one she can’t weasel her way out of feeling. After systematically being deprived of all the people in her life, Handler Blue would fall to pieces if she lost any more. She’s already half-convinced that her main value is as an undying weapon to all she knows except her handler, her daughter, and her fellow Phoenixes, and that half of her is just waiting for the shoe to drop and confirm it. She cannot handle feeling lonely—it slowly rips her apart, taking apart every last aspect of her self and forcing her to examine what could possibly be causing this, and naturally? She finds a way to blame herself.

[ocean-blue-whump]

Buying More Time

Happens after THIS

Dax Del Mar Masterlist

Tagging @ashintheairlikesnow @outofangband - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

TW: pet whump, BBU, discussion of Romantics (not graphic), Dennison is fairly creepy and possessive, this is just a WRU salespitch kind of 

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Dennison flops down at his desk, lacing his hands behind his head. Rough day at work. He went to check his boy out in the morning. 479 was as beautiful as ever, with those confused, doe-like silver eyes and his messy black hair. All he wanted to do was take advantage of the sweet little thing, but it’s too early for that. Unfortunately, 479 is just a patient in the clinic, not a trainee. At least, not yet. The rest of the day was filled with a bunch of Romantics, all eager and docile, but none as sweet as his 479. 

All day, he was dealing with those trainees, and all day, he was thinking about this exact moment. What to say, what to do, what words to use to really sell this. He flips open 479’s file and finds the number of his owner, one Levi Katz. That bastard didn’t know just how valuable his boy really is. Dennison let 479 slip through his fingers once. He won’t let it happen again. He picks up his phone and dials the number, placing it to his ear. 

It rings for a few moments, but eventually, someone picks up. “Hello?” Levi answers. “Who is this?”

Dennison smiles his widest even though the man can’t see him. “Hello, Mr. Katz. My name is Handler Patrick Dennison with WRU Romantics Division. How are you?”

Levi sighs, his voice scratchy through the phone. He sounds old, much older than Dennison. A shame, really. 479 would do better with someone young. Someone to match his…stamina. “I’m fine, Handler Dennison. How’s Hermes?”

“Oh, 588479 is recovering nicely. I’m sure the staff at the clinic will be calling you to give a more thorough medical update on the pet’s condition. I’m not very well versed on that sort of thing.” He forces a chuckle, knowing it sounds real enough to build rapport. “What I’m calling about, Mr. Katz, is more about after 479 is released from medical care. I’m a Senior Handler here, which means I have quite a lot of experience evaluating Romantics. I went in recently to evaluate how this injury of his will impact his ability to function as a Romantic. We here at WRU take our finished products very seriously, and if anything less than perfect was delivered back to your care, we simply could not stand for that.” Dennison leans forward, shuffling some papers on his desk to make it seem more convincing. “Now, when I evaluated 479—Hermes—it was clear to me that he is in desperate need of a refresher course. Just the basics, he won’t be gone long. Positions, pleasure skills, obedience.”

Levi pauses, but eventually, he says, “Okay. I trust your decision, Handler. Do what you need to do. Make sure Hermes is allowed to continue his reading. It’s important he maintains that skill.”

“Oh, oh, Mr. Katz, of course. 479 is very unique in that regard. Here at WRU, pet customisation is of the utmost importance.” Here it is. Time to move in for the kill. Dennison takes a deep breath, knowing he has to sell this hard to really get his boy to stay a little while longer. “Customisation is the other thing I’d like to discuss. WRU has made a lot of changes to our Romantic curriculum since 479 was trained. We are now proud to offer several new packages and add ons to enhance your pet. I took the liberty of selecting a few options if you’d like to hear them?”

“How much is this going to cost?” Levi asks. “I’ve already spent a fortune on Hermes. Training, medicine, jewelry, it adds up.”

Dennison laughs. “I completely understand that, Mr. Katz. Having the best of the best can be a costly venture. But to be honest with you, 479 was an absolute doll to train. A true pleasure. I would consider it an honor to have him again. Because of that, I’m willing to offer you a discount. Twenty percent off all services. It’s the biggest discount we offer owners, Mr. Katz.”

“Yeah, okay,” Levi grumbles. “Let’s hear it.”

“Wonderful.” The twenty percent off worked like a charm, Dennison knew it would. “I’m more than happy to send a full packet of options over your way, but I would hate to waste your very valuable time, Mr. Katz. I’ve come up with the additional services that I think would be best suited to 479 and to your needs. I won’t bore you with technical terms. He’ll benefit greatly from our Romantic-specific general enhancement package, which reinforces and builds on Romantic skills. I also would recommend our dictation add on. I know you like having 479 read to you. This is a small add on, but it’ll really add eloquence to his speech. Our speech trainers here can make him sound like he’s telling a story instead of just reading words off a page. This will all take about a month, but that timeline isn’t set in stone. I’d need your permission to evaluate him.”

“Can you…” Levi sighs, Dennison can imagine the old bastard pinching his nose and missing his Romantic. “Can you train him to beg better? Like…he’s sweet when he begs, but he doesn’t know a lot of different ways to do it? And I’d like a refresher on his classical ballet training. Just to be safe in case his illness damaged his skills.”

Oh, this is perfect. Absolutely perfect. Dennison wasn’t expecting this much, if anything, he wasn’t sure Levi would go for this at all. But two more add ons? He’ll get so much more time with 479 and he’ll get a nice bonus at the end of the year. “Of course, Mr. Katz. Begging and classical ballet, in addition to the Romantic-specific general enhancement package and the dictation package.”

“Yes, that’s fine. Have your people send the bill to my house.” 

“Same place we sent your pet, or have you moved since, Mr. Katz?” Dennison says, typing up the order request to get it approved. 

“Same address you have on file. Will you be his primary handler, or will his training go to someone else?” 

Dennison grins, imagining how wonderful it will be to have his boy under his desk again. “That’s right. I’m emailing you consent forms right now to continue training your pet, and if you sign those tonight, I’ll evaluate your pet tomorrow morning and give you a call right after.”

“Sounds perfect, Handler Dennison. Thank you for calling me and notifying me of my options. That’s what makes WRU worth the price, you know. Good customer service. Have a good night.”

Dennison hangs up and sets the phone down. Customer service. It makes him laugh a little bit. Levi doesn’t know just how much worth his delectable little pet has, and he gave him up without a struggle. Dennison will get at least two months, maybe more with 479 cuddling up to him, eating out of his fucking hand. 

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about 479. It’s affected everything, relationships, work, sex life. No other trainee has come even close to that perfection, that desirability. Having 479 back in his care will either kick his addiction to the pet or make it so much worse, but Dennison doesn’t care. 

For the time being, 479 is back and Dennison can’t wait to get his hands on him.

[donkuri]

uhm.. i don't think we should be reusing this asset for random NPCs, no?