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agent-rexblack:
“I always hated hide and seek growing up,” he said chuckling as he looked at the other. Rex honestly did not mind the company, he had been isolated after his mission because no one wanted really to deal with the once top pride agent and agent who failed their mission. “It does not hurt. My powers stop me from feeling cold or getting frostbite and this is just another application of my abilities,” he added. “Don’t worry I am not feeling any pain at all.”
“I did too. I didn’t usually win because I’d get bored too easily...one time I fell asleep in my hiding spot though and the whole neighborhood had to go out looking for me,” she joked, leaning against the solidity of the doorframe. She probably was safe by this point, but she didn’t mind talking to Rex and he didn’t seem to mind talking to her, even though she flipped into mom mode when she saw the arm. “How about hot chocolate? I make a mean cup of it and as long as you don’t spill it or anything I think the ice will stay. Do you get too hot a lot, especially since not everywhere in this place is air conditioned the way it should be?” It was a silly question, but then again, sometimes people needed silly questions to draw their attention away from the more serious emotional weights.
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agent-rexblack:
Rex had been going over a lot of information from his last mission. The male could not sleep and had been running on only a few hours. His arm still frozen and he was almost sure that it was going to be like this till he died. Rex had not been given any other mission because of his failure and because his superiors questioned his skill and this was want he expected but he knew to just lay low and prove himself and in time it will all pass.
Rex was surprise when he saw her, this was the first time he was really coming face to face with the agent, he had never really spoken to her before but believe might have heard about her abilities. “Nope,” he answered.
“Shit, but I think I’m winning the hide and seek game, even if I’m the only one who knows I’m playing. If it’s all the same to you though, would you mind letting me stand...here?” she peeked down the hall, her dark hair sticking out for only a moment before she pushed a little further into the entryway so it blocked her body from view.
It was only then that she really looked at Rex. She of course knew who Agent Zero was, everyone did, but she hadn’t had much need to interact with him up till that point. Now that she was, she could see he was worse for wear. Instantly her caring instincts kicked in. “Your arm!” she gasped. “Are you? I can’t imagine you get frostbite, but does it hurt? Can I get you some Advil, something for pain? Liquor?”
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ozhcwkins:
“Look, I’m not gonna sit here and tell you to tell me your favorite song so that I can learn anything about you.” He teased as he began strumming the strings. “Honestly, this session… this isn’t therapy. You walked into those doors, you knew there was going to be some music get together, and that it was a place where you could talk if you wish to.” Oz smiled at the other. “Really though, I can just jam out and chill. No need to vent. The world is shit, we’re always in over our heads, but there’s always gonna be music. Naive, I know. But… Comforting.”
“Well good Agent Orion because I’d tell you pretty much anything you wanted to know and that would make for a pretty boring therapy session for you,” Savannah laughed, sitting down across from the Temperance agent with a smile. “But I think I like the idea of some music even better. What do you play?” She gave the man a gentle smile. He seemed so young, so naive. He had to have just gotten out of college, that was how young she had been when she first joined up after all; they loved to get them young. “Where’d you learn?”
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Savannah had taken to haunting the residence floor and the library, hoping that the higher ups wouldn’t think of her if they didn’t see her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want a mission -she would have been grateful to get out of Tartarus and out in the fresh air for awhile- but she suspected that the first order of duty for her powers would have nothing to do with leaving the compound. There was a gnawing in Savannah’s gut that warned that she might have to touch something that had been at the scene, that they might try to use her sight to figure out what had happened, how the agents had been surprised. After all, she was a Gluttony agent, part of a group that they were blaming the entire failure upon.
She was walking the halls with her cup of hot chocolate in hand when she saw one of said big wigs heading down the flight of stairs to a destination she didn’t care to learn in case it might be her own. She ducked back inside the hall and tucked herself into a doorway, spinning around when it opened and someone was standing inside, peering at her curiously. “Sorry, would you believe I’m playing hide and go seek?”
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Despite what her powers allowed her to do, Savannah had always found comfort in books and what they could show her and the familiarity of libraries over the ages. All Savannah had to do was hold an old book in her hands and there was that smell again, pushing out all other unpleasantness that could be trying to press its way in. She was headed to the library for some literary therapy after their briefing before she bumped into Natalie aka Agent Termineur.
“Sorry,” Savannah instantly apologized-it hardly mattered who’d bumped into whom. “You seem in your own thoughts today Agent Termineur. Were you focused on something? Anything I can help with?” She prayed that Natalie didn’t bring up the briefing, that they could skirt the whole topic for the time being, especially if there was some kind of help Savannah could offer, help that she hadn’t been able to give for the mission.
Her supervisor had warned against using her ability for her own privacy, but Natalie wasn’t in the mood to care. Everyone was abuzz from the debrief earlier in the week, and she couldn’t care less. All she wanted was some time to draw without interruption or reminder to train.
Sitting in the library, she decided to go for it, easily pausing everyone else around her. Only then did Natalie realize she didn’t have a pen. Sighing, she stood, not bothering to resume time as she searched for some sort of writing utensil. It felt easier to just keep the world to herself while she got what she wanted done. Not finding anything, she continued into the hall, on her way to the leisure room to check there. The hall wasn’t empty, though, and Natalie didn’t notice that in her focus until she bumped into someone. “Shit,” she muttered as she caught her balance. Now she’d definitely get in trouble for this.
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[ morena baccarin/ bisexual ] savannah hale is an agent of hellfire that underwent the top-secret mutation process and developed psychometry. to the rest of the world, the thirty- two year old female is deceased or missing. however, in tartarus, she is now known as deja-vu of gluttony, an agent trusted for being discerning but once reprimanded for being regretful
Hey everyone, this is BB again with my second baby, the lovely Savannah. This is her little bio blurb and if you want to plot with her, hmu.
how did project MKHellfire find her?
Savannah joined up with the CIA in her final year of college. She’d double majored in politics with a focus in the peace process as well as conflict resolution. When the CIA offered her a job, she jumped on it. After all, who wouldn’t want to work with one of the most powerful organizations in the world to help make it a better place. She was young. She was an idealist. She quickly learned that the CIA didn’t always focus on peace. However, she still did her job well and she knew that she did help sway things somewhat so she stayed on and delved deeper into the machinations of the underbelly that held the CIA together.
Unfortunately for her, she also had a personal life, something the CIA frowned upon for its really good agents. She got married the summer after she graduated and got pregnant not even two years later. She was so excited, but things never turn out the way one expects. Her daughter was born with health problems. Even with insurance, they didn’t have enough. Savannah went to her higher ups and asked if there was any way she could do anything about it. They gave her a choice. She chose to save her daughter and went underground in MKHellfire after being promised that she’d be released after ten years.
She took the serum and she became able to perceive the past of objects and limbs; she became Deja-Vu of Gluttony. Still, the closer she gets to the ten year deadline (2 years, 1 month, 7 days), they more Savannah is starting to doubt the agency will really let her return to her daughter. After all, everyone else is disposable, she can’t imagine she’s any different.
how well can they control their ability?
Savannah used to have a hell of a time with her ability. She would touch something and she’d get so blasted with information that she would feel sick afterwards. It was even worse when she touched people, so much so that for months after she gained her abilities, she wore gloves so she couldn’t touch anything. Since then though, she’s mastered the art of filtering information, looking for specifics in the mire of memories that clung to objects and people. Now she can mostly figure out what she’s looking for or at least when abouts she’s looking.
does he get along with his teammates?
For the most part Savannah gets along fairly well with anyone who doesn’t try to bullshit her. Sometimes, she’s a bit too good at seeing through people and that can make others uncomfortable especially in a place where secrets are valued so highly, but she has an understanding spirit and she’s more forgiving than anything else...most of the time.
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