agent-flyingfox

[agent-flyingfox]

((SOBS. i miss rping on here too;_;

i love the way our characters bounced off each other and supported each other, it was such a sweet dynamic. i don't think i'm up for rping any time soon as i'm sorting through some irl stuff at the moment and lack time, but i'm always happy to chat if you need someone to talk to :]

and omar + nightjar will always be there for felix too. secret agent besties))

OOC

((hey everyone! hope everyones doing ok and all.

i'm back from my singapore trip and stuff so - teechnically i should be back and rearing to go but i'm starting to see a lot of holes in omar's narrative. and the way that i'm expressing them on here. nothing particularly bad ofc!

i just don't think i'm doing this right or to my standards and it might help to take an indefinite break. not sure if the ieytask community would still be active by the time i decide to bring this blog back, but i want to at least give myself the opportunity either way.

take care fellow secret agents tee hee. i'll still watch around the ieytask commjnity, more as a lil guy in the audience. thanks for all the fun :]]🤎🤎🤎

-hessian ))

[agent-flyingfox]

OOC

((hey everyone! hope everyones doing ok and all.

i'm back from my singapore trip and stuff so - teechnically i should be back and rearing to go but i'm starting to see a lot of holes in omar's narrative. and the way that i'm expressing them on here. nothing particularly bad ofc!

i just don't think i'm doing this right or to my standards and it might help to take an indefinite break. not sure if the ieytask community would still be active by the time i decide to bring this blog back, but i want to at least give myself the opportunity either way.

take care fellow secret agents tee hee. i'll still watch around the ieytask commjnity, more as a lil guy in the audience. thanks for all the fun :]]🤎🤎🤎

-hessian ))

[agent-flyingfox]

It’s not perfect, but this was pretty fun to make!

[agent-flyingfox]

*Clearly this man cannot be reasoned with. Definitely too unresponsive to be an Operative of any kind. Just a deranged sort of civillian? Still, that metal pipe can't be safe. No way to disarm him at this point.*

"Right. What am I going to do here."

*He made a dart towards the door, trying to excape the situation. But the crazy man was still in the way.

Flying Fox barely dodged left and right, getting closer to the door, until Theodore landed a swing right in the agent's stomach area.*

"OUGCH."

...

AGENT FLYING FOX...

A man spontaneously appears in front of the agent, falling three feet to the ground with a thud.

"Ough…"

@theodore-miner-goes-crazy

"ALAMAK!!! Who's - Who's there? Oh no, are there supervisors in my walls, too?"

*He crouches down to examine the man in a white mask. All covered in oil, grease, and...A weirdly purple glowing acid.*

"...Ah? You don't look like a supervisor. A maintenance worker? I didn't know there were upgrading the office."

*He looks up to where the man fell from.*

"Do you need a hand there...?"

Best regards,

Agent Flying Fox

[agent-flyingfox]

"Bahahah! Hot sauce and red things... Did you inject hot sauce into his jam donuts? That's creative!

As much as I respect the mischief and tomfoolery, I'd be shattered if that caused an agency-wide hotsauce ban. A step too far, even for me, heh.

But, now that you ask, it is a bit odd that Shawn took so long to write my file. I've always thought he was having a slow day or a long queue. My onboarding here was a bit awkward and hashed, even for my standards.

And...Your mum has been able to negotiate with Shawn about the contents on her file? How did that go for her? That... would have been a better use of my time stealing those donuts"

*Flying Fox shook Basi's hand back, light bouncing off a golden watch beneath his sleeve*

"Ah - A bit of a ramble there. I've heard about you out and about in the Agency. It's nice to meet you in person, Basi!"

Kind regards,

Agent Flying Fox

Did you really have to hold Shawn's Donuts hostage until he finished his file on you? Cause that's really funny. Especially considering he's usually So Nosy about it

- Basi @agentgorgonspeaking

"Why of course, Basi! They hired me for a reason - Might as well show them what the great Agent Flying Fox is capable of! Harhar!

I...did get a bit of a scolding afterwards. You know how precious he is with them, especially those donuts with the pink icing and sprinkles. I still get a bit of a side eye whenever I walk past him in the lunch room.

It turned out fine in the end though. I am man of my word, they were returned to him unscathed."

Best regards,

Agent Flying Fox

[agent-flyingfox]

"Waaay ahead of you, bud. The whole office heard that. You're lucky I I came to work for a Physio appointment today."

*Agent Nightjar stood a metre's distance away from the burn marks. In awe of the green embers left on the floor and walls. He is a medium height Zulu South African man, dressed in a casual striped button-up and flayed pants. A left arm brace is strapped to his chest. With the other arm, he uses a fire extinguisher to take out the last flames.*

"Hah, Green! A copper fire? And the little necklace survived that? And. Hold on. SIX TIMES!?

God, let me get a closer look at that thing."

"Huh. Me too."

*Flying Fox picks up the necklace with a gloved hand. Turning it around, peering into the keyhole, pressing the antennae, opening and closing the wings and trying to find a crank for the clock itself.*

"It looks...exactly the same as it ever was before. Maybe you can pick one something I'm missing?"

*Nightjar did just the same thing, baffled with every new feature.*

"I'm...stumped. Usually there's a workaround for these kinds of things, you know? Instead of having to play with the tedious little puzzle. Unless that's the only way...?

Hey Buggy, how did those other six tries go for you? It'll help to know what went wrong those times."

Best regards,

Agent Flying Fox and Agent Nightjar

*There is a knock*

Hey pal? Still have Patrick cause if so can we do a trade?

*Patrick peeks his head up at the door*

*Buggy is at the other side of the door with around 50 cats following her*

I’ll give you a small companion for Patrick back…..

"Of course! Patrick has settled down a bit in my office, since you left. I think you might have dropped something too...? Or perhaps not, heh, the office is a bit of a mess after all.

Come on in Buggy! Your little raccoon friend missed you"

*She opens the door, oblivious. As the door opens, she finds more and more cats behind the agent. She doesn't know what to say this time."

"Those sure are.... A lot of them. And you're offering one of them to me?"

Kind regards,

Agent Flying Fox

[agent-flyingfox]

*Omar flinched at the lightning. What on earth was causing this weather?*

"I can't blame you at all, Felix. It's a mess back there. A year or so ago, my version of the Doctor got their hands on all the nuclear codes, threatening the world with a live broadcast.

Classic Zor, a part of me misses the flamboyance of it all. But the Phoenix managed to abort the launch, and laypeople began to see Zoraxis in a different light.

There was a scramble to cover everything up. Every trick they had in their book. Bribery, hostage and ransom, blackmail...

In fact...Hm. In all this scrambling, my universe's Dr. Zor managed to rope the Agency's main engineer to their side. Dr. Prism. My Phoenix is still tracking her down as we speak."

*He hummed, thinking of puzzle pieces to put together.*

"And you were a major Zoraxis engineer in your universe? That's impressive, actually! To work at the same level as her."

Kind regards,

Omar Aziz

((Ooc: context: Felix comes back from being kidnapped heehee :3))

[Lightning suddenly flashed outside as Felix came into Emara's office, soaking wet from the rain, looking both hurt emotionally and physically. He looked kinda mad, too, along with.. a little blank. Rain was pouring heavily- seems like a storm. It perfectly matched Felix's mood.]

"Oh, kesian..."

*She took him in, tidying a seat near her desk as fast as she could.*

"Please, have a seat. Alhamdulilah you're alright, Felix I...I couldn't get clearance but - I'm just glad you're ok."

*Another flash of thunder and lightning. The rain howls.*

"What happened? How. Why on earth would they do that? And how did they know you were here. What did they do to you and...and who saved you?"

*Amidst the questions, he sees the kid in front of him, all too tired and worn. What good would all these questions do?*

"Sorry. Felix. What's important is that you're here. I'll get you a nice cup of Teh Tarik and a blanket. Please, take all the time you need. You're safe here."

With care,

Emara Aziz

[agent-flyingfox]

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[agent-flyingfox]

Did you really have to hold Shawn's Donuts hostage until he finished his file on you? Cause that's really funny. Especially considering he's usually So Nosy about it

- Basi @agentgorgonspeaking

"Why of course, Basi! They hired me for a reason - Might as well show them what the great Agent Flying Fox is capable of! Harhar!

I...did get a bit of a scolding afterwards. You know how precious he is with them, especially those donuts with the pink icing and sprinkles. I still get a bit of a side eye whenever I walk past him in the lunch room.

It turned out fine in the end though. I am man of my word, they were returned to him unscathed."

Best regards,

Agent Flying Fox

[agent-flyingfox]

[Sends explosive pancakes through the mail]

"Huh. Why would someone just shove hot pancakes into my mail slot? You would think they'd open the door and - "

!!KA-BLAM!!

...

"Ouch..."

*Agent Flying Fox stands there, shocked, covered in gunpowder and soot, hair pointing up like a cartoon character.*

"Well. Nightjar would have a field day, reverse engineering whatever this was..."

In recovery,

Agent Flying Fox

[agent-flyingfox]

"Huh? Em, you're a little quiet there. What's going on?"

*A great sense of dread sunk into his gut. Oh dear. He's heard horror stories of this from the other side... And it works...? He places the phone gently on the desk, now two hands free.*

"You Phoenixes have your ...methods. Who am I to question them? Here, let me open the door for you, it's a bit fiddly with the...er...askblog inter-dimensional technology."

*Agent Flying Fox turned a few knobs next to his office door, flicking some switches with his other hand. Air hisses as the door opens to Control Point Singapore, far from the horde of cats that followed Buggy into the office. He took a deep breath.*

"Eeeh, Omar? Are you doing what I think you're - Oh my god you are."

"I think you need to write an explaination to my supervisors in advance, darling. The hallway is going to need some repairs."

*Flying Fox cocked his head over to Buggy, signalling to throw it through the door*

Cautiously,

Agent Flying Fox and Agent Nightjar!

*There is a knock*

Hey pal? Still have Patrick cause if so can we do a trade?

*Patrick peeks his head up at the door*

*Buggy is at the other side of the door with around 50 cats following her*

I’ll give you a small companion for Patrick back…..

"Of course! Patrick has settled down a bit in my office, since you left. I think you might have dropped something too...? Or perhaps not, heh, the office is a bit of a mess after all.

Come on in Buggy! Your little raccoon friend missed you"

*She opens the door, oblivious. As the door opens, she finds more and more cats behind the agent. She doesn't know what to say this time."

"Those sure are.... A lot of them. And you're offering one of them to me?"

Kind regards,

Agent Flying Fox

[agent-flyingfox]

"WHOA THERE!"

*An armed man in the Agency! Could this be a Zoraxis operative? But...No. The Doctor couldn't be this reckless about one.

He flung his hands up to show no weapons visible on him. Save for a switchblade hidden in his uniform, at least.*

"Ah - Who are you? I'm staying WELL away here! State your name and purpose!?"

With concern,

Agent Flying Fox

A man spontaneously appears in front of the agent, falling three feet to the ground with a thud.

"Ough…"

@theodore-miner-goes-crazy

"ALAMAK!!! Who's - Who's there? Oh no, are there supervisors in my walls, too?"

*He crouches down to examine the man in a white mask. All covered in oil, grease, and...A weirdly purple glowing acid.*

"...Ah? You don't look like a supervisor. A maintenance worker? I didn't know there were upgrading the office."

*He looks up to where the man fell from.*

"Do you need a hand there...?"

Best regards,

Agent Flying Fox

[agent-flyingfox]

*He raised an eyebrow, just slightly. *

"I understand. It would be a lot easier to manipulate you compared to older operatives.

Though...Hm...Your Dr. Zor would tell you about the plans directly? Not through a dossier, letter, or a secretary? He must have a special use for you.

Ah - No, sorry. I see that's a bit of a touchy subject for you."

*She fiddled with her watch, thinking.*

"If it helps...That thief I know, he had a hard time leaving Zoraxis too. I can tell you anything you need if you want? It always helps me to hear stories of others in similar situations."

Sincerely,

Emara Aziz

((Ooc: context: Felix comes back from being kidnapped heehee :3))

[Lightning suddenly flashed outside as Felix came into Emara's office, soaking wet from the rain, looking both hurt emotionally and physically. He looked kinda mad, too, along with.. a little blank. Rain was pouring heavily- seems like a storm. It perfectly matched Felix's mood.]

"Oh, kesian..."

*She took him in, tidying a seat near her desk as fast as she could.*

"Please, have a seat. Alhamdulilah you're alright, Felix I...I couldn't get clearance but - I'm just glad you're ok."

*Another flash of thunder and lightning. The rain howls.*

"What happened? How. Why on earth would they do that? And how did they know you were here. What did they do to you and...and who saved you?"

*Amidst the questions, he sees the kid in front of him, all too tired and worn. What good would all these questions do?*

"Sorry. Felix. What's important is that you're here. I'll get you a nice cup of Teh Tarik and a blanket. Please, take all the time you need. You're safe here."

With care,

Emara Aziz

[agent-flyingfox]

*Buggy pops in wearing a little witch outfit*

*A small black cat follows her in, it’s boo!*

Trick or treat pal!

*The Boo meows along with her!*

"Haha! Hello, Trickster Witch! Nice to see you and your cheeky little black cat here again. I've come well prepared with some candy for you."

*Agent Flying Fox digs out a handful of colourful wrapped lollies.*

"Have some Gula-Gula Udang, or Prawn Candies! They're...the closest thing I could find relating to bugs, eheh. They're not made of prawn though! Malty and peanut flavoured chewy candy, wrapped in crunchy rice paper.

All the best, trick or treating around the offices!"

Happy Halloween,

Agent Flying Fox

[agent-flyingfox]

OP turned off reblogs (and I understand why) but I wanted this on my dash

[agent-flyingfox]

1977 Singapore

[agent-flyingfox]

"Ah. Oh no. Buggy, don't move. Hold that pendant very, very still."

*He grumbles to himself for a moment. Make a call to Agent Nightjar, dearest beloved who will never shut up about bomb diffusion, easy. But he'd have to gamble on taking the pick out of the hole, or call with his tracking watch right next to the phone, recording the whole conversation*

"Just a little booby trap. No stress. From one street thief to another, we know how to handle these, don't we? Ahah."

*He slowly, gently, pulls the pick out of the lock. The tiniest clack clack clack tells him something is off. He stops. The lockpick stays.

Flying Fox reaches her watch arm to the desk, onto the landline. Just enough to pick up the handset and dial his bomb-loving partner.*

"Abang? You free ah?"

"Eh? You ok darl?"

"Bomb situation. It's a bit of a team effort with Agent Buggy here. Can help or what?"

"Oh shit - Yeah, bring the phone to her, I need info from both of you."

"Right, makes sense. It's Agent Buggy's golden, ladybug-shaped pendant. The wings open up when you press the antennae. There's a tiny lock at the back of the necklace, and we tried to pick it - "

"Heheh, another unbreakable locklock to add to your repetoire ~ ? "

"No time for jokes, sayang! But - yes, thank you."

"Aahah! So Buggy, what set off the bomb? Has this happened before? Any little watchmaker serial codes on the pendant that I could work with? It's real impressive that they could shove a whole booby trap in there, my god. Oh - oh, are there any wires in there? Are they using CIRCUIT BOARDS now? How does that work. Where did you find this thing. God I should just make my way there now for a looky, hold on - "

"NIGHTJAR. SWEETIE."

Urgently,

Agent Flying Fox

AND Agent Nightjar, jeez!

*There is a knock*

Hey pal? Still have Patrick cause if so can we do a trade?

*Patrick peeks his head up at the door*

*Buggy is at the other side of the door with around 50 cats following her*

I’ll give you a small companion for Patrick back…..

"Of course! Patrick has settled down a bit in my office, since you left. I think you might have dropped something too...? Or perhaps not, heh, the office is a bit of a mess after all.

Come on in Buggy! Your little raccoon friend missed you"

*She opens the door, oblivious. As the door opens, she finds more and more cats behind the agent. She doesn't know what to say this time."

"Those sure are.... A lot of them. And you're offering one of them to me?"

Kind regards,

Agent Flying Fox