kawiofcosmos

[kawiofcosmos]

echocode​:

He feels like a child, being reassured by, maybe not quite a concerned parent, but an involved one. He knew that the comparisons to how a family worked and how most of Pantheon’s crews operated wasn’t too far fetched from reality. Obvious parallels there, that always seemed entangled with a thousand of self-interest conflicts and convoluted goals. So Erik just nods, after a quiet chuckle, as he would in a conversation with someone from his family.     “ Got it, boss. I’ll keep that in mind. ”     Although he was more than sure he would remain as the one that only listened to orders, not suggested them.

“ I’ll tail you tonight on site. Anything you need from me? ”     He adds after a pause, more confident now with the plan after going through it.

Kawi nodded in response, figuring it might be a while - if ever - before he would share an insight before a plan was finalised. He wondered if it would strengthen the other’s trust in him if he asked rather than waited for the time to come, but he would decide when the moment came, if the plan needed a second - or even a third - perspective. 

He smiled, rare and genuine in this instance. “Watch the other crews as well, just in case the Pantheon has put them there for another reason,” he said, his voice low and secretive. It wasn’t a thought he would openly entertain, but he figured he could trust Agent Echo with at least the possibility of there being more to it.

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melodyjaures​:

Her suspicion—that Kawi did not want to talk about his past—was confirmed when he spun the focus towards her, changing the subject. It didn’t go unnoticed, but it’d been a long day, and despite her pushy and impatient nature, she didn’t want to corner him. At least for tonight. If he had been anyone else, an agent with lower rank, she would have pushed. But Mel knew her place. She respected her position, and Kawi deserved the same level of respect. 

“An expedition,” she answered, then fell silent. Bali was where Melody experienced love for the first time. She’d dated before then, but nothing came close to what she’d experienced in Bali. Yes, the trip started off as an expedition, a chance to explore Bali’s mystical traditions and relics. But she also ended up exploring herself and finding out that it would only take one person with the right skillset to put her life in shambles. She thought he was the one who would be able to break into the ice that surrounds her heart and take good care of it. She took the chance, started a life there with him, and pretended she was someone who was cut out for a life like that. That was until he asked her to stay, to spend the rest of her life with him, and she freaked out, immediately wanting out. 

Melody loved him, but she had signed off heart and soul to death the moment she wiped those men off the earth when she was 17. And there was no coming back.  So she left him there, in the night, sleeping in the house they’d built together without so much of a note because she chose to be Bloody Melody, to live a life that he would never understand and accept, a life she’d kept secret from him. 

“It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever laid eyes on. In a way, it was home,” she continued, unsure whether she meant Bali or the man she once loved—still loves. Melody felt a sharp pang in her heart, but she quickly pulled herself back together to cover it up. Do not let him see you weak, Mel’s subconscious told her, and the sharp twinge immediately disappeared. “And I ended up staying longer than I probably should’ve.”

“Be my guest.” Melody handed him her pack of Marlboro’s and then took a drag of her cigarette, trying to fight off the memories of him. 

Kawi watched her curiously, her two worded reply followed by what felt like a drawn out pause. But only because of the flicker of emotion he could gather from the tone, her face, her eyes. There was more to it, but he wouldn’t be surprised if she wished not to share it with him. He figured it was something personal, but most importantly: something heavy. 

He twitched his nose for a moment, albeit he wasn’t sure what he had seen or if he had even seen it. “Would you ever return if you could?” he asked, in order to distract himself from the strange feeling that settled in his chest. He couldn’t help watching her, but even if there were hints to something more, he couldn’t figure out what it was. He was certain he was jealous for some deep rooted personal reason, but he was also… disgusted. And he couldn’t imagine why. “I am guessing something forced you to leave.” Was it the Pantheon? Or real life? Had Bali been a break for her, and had she almost believed she could do without the thrill of their current jobs. The gaps in her file obvious now, not that his contained much more than his time in Vietnam and his recruitment to the agency.

Kawi accepted the pack and lit his own, taking a long drag before handing it back.

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agentmonet​:

“The Herculean condescension. Can’t say I didn’t expect this.” Jack answers back, wry up-take to her tone. Her chin turned to peer over her shoulder, and inspect Agent Cosmos through the dark veil of the cave. Their back-and-forth is soured by past experience. A knowledge of how the other worked, and how it ultimately comes undone in the heat of a fight. It’s a relentless back-and-forth. But his posturing aside, her point is still valid. It was the issue with the pair of them - right or wrong is subjective, and so too are their strategies on the matter. “Did it occur to you that it’s also more agents to evacuate from his ungodly cavern? Or that you are bringing a fight, where an extraction would be just as effective with limited collateral?” Jack goads on. She is cold, perhaps. Certainly selective with her words. On any matter of importance; however, she is energized and alive. An innately competitive spirit that would never come undone. Jack can only roll her eyes, nodding into the cavern. “Scared of the dark?”

“Placing it upon my rank seems a too kind generalisation.” Or in this case, made it sound as if they were the only ones believing in teamwork. Which he hoped wasn’t the case. Most of his agents were competent team players, they followed his directive without much complaint after all. 

Kawi arched an eyebrow and shrugged. “Meaning you expect for there to be a cave-inn,” he offered. He didn’t mention that he didn’t care that much about the amount of people needing to be saved: as long as he was one of them. 

“That’s a strange conclusion, Agent,” he said in return to her comment about the dark. “Your funeral, I guess,” he offered. “Are you always of the belief that being the first to the fight gives you an advantage?”

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agentcadmus​:

Desmond had never been on such a botched mission like this one, especially when a large number of Pantheon agents had been involved. He’d been deep into the cave with several Hermes agents, pondering over the puzzle that was only leading to a potential doom for him and many others. One of his biggest pet peeves was not only being deceived, but allowing himself to fall for such deception. Unlike many of the agents that had been able to escape the cave without major obstacles, he’d been one of the unlucky ones that had been lost in a lot of the chaos. As rocks flew, fires spread, and fumes were being inhaled and obscuring visions - Desmond was completely overwhelmed with shock. Being the quick thinker often meant snapping yourself out of whatever trance you’re in, allowing your brain power and survival instincts to kick in and save not only himself but as many people and important things as he could. When Desmond’s mind cleared amid all the chaos, the toxic fumes and cave filling with smoke caused his asthma to send him into a coughing fritz. Des fell to the ground, his hands slamming against the warm rocks as he attempted to allow his air ways to somewhat get whatever air it could. Rocks started to fall at an even faster rate as the flames were getting out of control. He could see others running away, and he pleaded with whatever breaths he could muster for assistance.  In the smokey field he could see someone look towards him, almost as if they planned to intervene. Desmond managed to get out a few more cries for help, and soon noticed the person start to run the other direction. Every curse word he could think of ran through his mind. Desmond knew how long he could make it before he passed out, which wasn’t much of a time frame. Adrenaline managed to kick in, and Desmond pulled a sweatrag that had been inside of his pocket. He wrapped it around his nose and mouth, pulling his reading/computer glasses from the side of his backpack to prevent as much smoke and debris from getting into his eyes. In a matter of seconds, he started moving as fast as he could towards the direction of the person who had decided to abandon him. Desmond knew he recognized the agent, but had a much harder time figuring out through the chaos and the potential death looming over him. He moved in the direction for what felt like hours, as the sounds of screams, fire, and falling rock/debris filled the air around him. He couldn’t die. Not before he took down his parents, which what had always been his main goal. Desmond could feel his legs moving faster, almost as if he was kicking into high-gear auto pilot. He was going to make it. “I have to almost be th-” A sharp pain came from the top of his head, immediately causing his entire world to go dark before he felt his body hitting the cave floor. In that moment before passing out, Desmond thought it had been over. This was his death. A botched mission and being abandoned by someone he thought he could trust due to their status in the Pantheon as agents.  Or so he thought. Desmond could hear sounds around him and began to slowly recover from the blurred vision as he awoke. He had been placed up against some surface, with an oxygen bottle being manually pumped into his nostrils and mouth. Someone had to have pulled him out, and within minutes he figured out there had two agents behind him that was strong enough to drag him to safety., ones that were actively looking for people to save. He felt pain all over his body, practically unable to move his right arm without a sharp pain kicking through. Desmond had made it, but still very shaken up. Desmond was too busy catching himself up to what had just happened, not dwelling too much on the thought of an agent leaving him. “ I got this..can you please just go away.” The agents listened to him, but before leaving him, hooked Desmond up to a breathing machine similar to one given to asthmatics.  Desmond heard a familiar voice talking to him, completely still dazzed over what had happened. He knew he looked terrible, but was very happy to be alive. “ Considering I just woke up, I don’t see how I can answer your question. Thought I was going to die.” He’d been breathing heavily, still trying to release the smoke that he inhaled. Not only were his words often interrupted by coughs, but it also hurt to talk. “ You were down there when the cave collapse. Did you not hear the one of many calls for help not only from myself but potentially other agents?” His southern Indian accent tended to kick in whenever he was stressed or angry, and he knew it had to be coming out now. “ I thought I was a fucking goner and I…I don’t know it just find it hard considering how sound carries inside a compact cave that…I was just left for a moment. Someone…saw me..and..decided to just run. Who the fuck would do that in this agency?”

Who indeed. Kawi blinked as if considering for a moment the question, but instead of acknowledging the worrying any further - and mayhaps destroying his position if Desmond remembered - he checked the Agent for scrapes and bruises. Not his task, certainly not something he was known for, but it wasn’t hard. He had his first aid training, he knew what to look for. The asthma would obviously be a hazard, with the dust and all that, Kawi certainly thought that would be the death of the other.

Who knew? It could still be. His fingers hovered over the machine, but he ignored the thought.

“I wouldn’t have been able to get anyone out who couldn’t walk themselves,” Kawi lied, softly gesturing at his shoulder, pretending to be barely able to move it. Sure it hurt, but not that much. “Most couldn’t,” he added. Not having to gesture to the more hurt agents. One of them Monet, who really deserved what she got.

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agentpcndora​:

Luck. What a horrible misconception at that moment of her life, yet that was exactly what Pandora would be able to use to describe the fact that the bruises weren’t as bad as they could be and that if there was a way to move herself out of the cave she could walk. Internally, Selin made sure to notice if she could move her arms and legs and was gladly aware that she could do so. Dust floating in front of her and managing to disturb a clear vision of what was happening ahead of her caused Selin to guide her attention towards someone’s voice, which soon became a familiar one: Kawi.

“We need to leave. I’m afraid–” of so many things actually, there was the possibility of the whole situation becoming worse, there was still the chance of dying if they were under attack. “I can walk, I can feel my legs so I’m positive that I can walk. I smell blood– I don’t know if mine or, oh my– Are you okay?” He had to be, Cosmos was someone that would be able to give her some security in this position. Pandora was used to returning artifacts and doing it perfectly, in moments like this she would need those who were more used to the action that came along those missions.

I’m afraid. Full stop? Or an unfinished sentence. He wasn’t sure what exactly fear felt like anymore, he was always afraid, in a sense, always on watch, always aware of his own survival and his own position. But this was another fear, an additional worry. The fear of not being able to save himself or to believe the Pantheon would ensure his survival. He studied her through the rising and falling dust, trying to determine if anything was the matter, if there was anything he could see despite it all. 

There was a momentary thought that he could leave her there, that if she perished within the rumble his past would once again be safe. Nobody would know it aside from himself and maybe the leading people at the Pantheon. He could get away with it, if he planned it well. But her worrying turned to him and the pang that forced its way through his heart was tougher than he could imagine. He might want to… but he couldn’t leave her. “I’m okay,” he said in response, grabbing her arm more tightly. “My shoulder and neck feel a bit sore, but I’m not bleeding.” And if he was, it wasn’t serious enough to catch his attention. “We’ll be careful, just in case.” We… he wasn’t leaving her. Did he enjoy having someone around who knew him?

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melodyjaures​:

Melody took another drag of her cigarette while listening to his response, which seemed quite vague. She came to the conclusion that talking about the past wasn’t really his cup of tea. That, or something else was going on. Despite having known him for a bit, she realized that there wasn’t much Melody knew about Kawi. She considered herself good at reading people, but Mel is as lost as a goose in a snowstorm when it comes to the fellow Hercules. To her, Kawi has always been a big mystery she couldn’t solve, even if Melody herself is an enigma wrapped in a riddle.

“Right,” she answered after puffing out yet another cloud of smoke out of her mouth. She decided she wasn’t going to push the other agent to open up more. Whatever was in his past was his secret to keep, but that didn’t mean she would leave it alone and not dig into it. However, his vagueness made her wonder that maybe Kawi was an unsolvable riddle even to himself. 

“How rude of me,” she said half-heartedly, not really caring whether she was being rude or not. “Would you like a cigarette?”

His answer didn’t lead to more questions, perhaps she got the hint, perhaps she didn’t care all too much - though the latter Kawi wasn’t so quick to believe. She had her position for a reason, a good reason. She was on top of things like he was, aware of things like he was, she knew information was power, because information meant they could do their jobs well. Similar jobs, even if they might take different routes to get to the same answer. He studied her as she let go of the subject entirely, though he was not done with it yet, he just needed an angle that would not give her any answers to his past. Though he would not mind if she drew conclusions out of it. “Why did you stay in Bali long enough to learn the language?” He asked, not well phrased in that instance, wrapping his mind around the small insecurity that followed the clearly curious tone, surprised for an instance that while he avoided the place, he could not help but to want to know more about it. 

The offer of the cigarette meant she didn’t intent on leaving him to his book, he considered playing hard to get or being charming enough to show some interest in her company. He smiled and nodded. “I wouldn’t mind one, thank you.” A charming smile following the acceptance. He rarely smoked, but he understood its uses when in company.

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agentgaksi​:

“ i will do no such thing. ” she’s no longer looking at him. at first, it’s a slight difference : a shift of her gaze by millimeters, just enough so that eyes slip from the spot on his cheek they’d been on before —– with a tilt of her chin && a looseness in her neck crafted to appear near careless —– she goes back to looking at the scenery. before she speaks, gaksi alters the tone of her voice in some pot within line of her throat, just above the dip between her collarbones. it is barely noticeable but enough. “ that messes with the integrity of my list && i will not have that, agent. some things are sacred, you see. ” a pause. “ besides, that’ll give you time to run && i really don’t feel like trying to track you down to enact any revenge. i’m sure you know the feeling, yeah? ”

Amusement turned into confusion for a small moment, awe at the quick chance of pace, the well placed gestures, the looks. He could wish he had the same ability, he could feel himself wound around her, constantly invested, but he knew he would never have that ability, never possess it as easily as she did. There was a glint in his eyes, as he tried to determine whether she was meaning all that she said, or if it was part of the act she had down so well. He didn’t know which he wanted to believe, but it was intoxicating in many ways, so effortless. He held her gaze for a moment, respect in his eyes, his facial expression showing no other emotion, mouth relaxed. “Some things are sacred,” he agreed, grin reaching to his face. “I can’t say much about sharing the sentiment regarding vengeance, but I understand that some things are valuable.” Like her skill, like her as a member of his crew.

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MISSION 𝟹𝟸𝟸𝟺𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚄*𝟷 TIME: SEPTEMBER 30TH @agentcadmus

Kawi took a large gulp of the oxygen bottle as he tried to expel the dust and dirt from his lungs, the clear air for a moment setting his brain on fire, making stars dance in front of his sight. His injury was looked over generously, and the few agents he had joined on the way out were all looked after. He still found the fear and anxiety powerful at the back of his mind, still warning him of some further danger, after all, the dust was only just settling, there were more secrets and conclusions to be drawn, this wasn’t the end of it yet. 

Whenever a new face cleared the caves, the voices around him grew louder, for a short moment, relief, before everything quieted down again. He would look up, not add his voice to the crowd, his mind always coming back to reevaluating the mission. He retraced his steps, counted the people he’d seen, tried to find something new in the images that were still so clear in his mind. Only one face brought him out of his dreamlike state. He stood, ignoring the sharp pain that flashed through his neck as he did. Agent Cadmus had survived. 

It hadn’t been his intention to leave him behind, it just hadn’t been his intention to save him either. Even if the other was his crew, Kawi was aware of Desmond’s skills, and had decided the crew might be better off without him. He’d ignored the requests for help, he’d given Desmond up as a lost cause. Perhaps, he simply hadn’t thought him important enough to be saved. 

“I’m so glad you got out alive, are you hurt? Did you see any others that might still need help?”

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agentgaksi​:

she grabs both, downing them in a large swallow with relish. no hesitation. “ you’re the absolute best, sir. ” said with the tonality of being a joke but words ring true in some way. already, due with no doubt to a placebo effect of some sorts, gaksi feels her various aches begin to slowly melt away. pills on their way to dissolving within, she keeps hold of the glass with both hands as if it holds something warm to seep into muscles as opposed to simple water. “ oh, you know. fashion. looking good hurts, or whatever they say. i never took much stock in it because i always look absolutely amazing with minimum effort on my part but, whew. ” another shift in order to allow backs of her feet to be easily visible && she pulls down one sock to display the raw red skin on her heel before pulling down the other to display a wrap. “ think i twisted it at some point during departure. didn’t even notice it until we landed —– luckily it’s not that bad, just needs some support for a bit. ”

Kawi offered the tiniest grin, though the amusement was clearier in his eyes. He watched because he always thought he could guess what Agent Gaksi was going to say next, what comment she was going to bring up, what dramatic thing she would say. He enjoyed that practice, because she never said what he thought she would, she never offered exactly that which he figured she would. It added to the mystery she already was to him. More importantly however: it made not knowing her bearable. 

“I can only imagine how much it has cost you,” he offered in return, trying to match her tone of voice. When she offered him the real reason for needing rest and meds, he was more involved, slightly bending forward as he took in the sight of the injury. It wasn’t that he needed to fake being visibly concerned. She was his crew after all, having her injuried right after a mission was not something he knew how to deal with. He looked back up at her face as she spoke. “You have it,” he said, matter of factly. “Perhaps a bag of ice?” He added, as if he hadn’t said the first thing. He was perhaps cold in regular fashion, closed himself off from getting too close, but he understood people had to be looked after. It was the weak ones he got rid of, or the ones that were too dangerous to keep around, too selfish. He had never considered Gaksi either of those.

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agentmonet​:

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In the damp and dimly lit cavern, the closeness of it all settles into Jack’s bones. This extended period of togetherness feels contrived. Apollo’s are made to work alone, and Jack is no exception. She is malleable, of course. Her personage managing to fit into whichever way the wind blows. But there’s no hiding her dislike of things. Especially when she’s ventured down a similar cavern as Agent Cosmos. A man whose sense is about as adept as the horoscope is in predicting one’s future. There’s no love lost between them, and in the silence of the cavern, it’s even more pronounced. “This would have been simpler with less people. We’re drawing too much attention as it is.” Jack expresses with a cold, irate huff. The flash light in hand examining the markings, in search of familiar carvings. “And it’s taking longer than it ought to.”

Kawi wasn’t new to constant bickering on a mission, it was alright when nobody was actually going anywhere, when the mission hadn't officially started yet and when the pieces hadn’t been set to be moved. But they were in the heat already, working their way down tunnels with a clear mission in mind that would only reach its full potential when the end of the line was in sight. 

He cocked an eyebrow as he watched Agent Monet walk out in front of the group, on edge for no other reason than that she wasn't a team player. He scoffed. “How much attention do you think we’ll draw in a cave?” He asked. 

“If anything, being with this many people will give us a clear advantage, nobody will guess we’ll take as many people with us. And if they intend to ambush us on the way out, they won’t be expecting such a large force either.” Not to mention, if something went wrong along the way, it wouldn’t be so hard to leave some behind, knowing he would still have protection. Kawi believed in the strength of many. The more would protect him, the more would be willing to die so he could survive. “Please slow your pace, Agent, we’re losing the rest of the party.”

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paxrojas​:

Why was it always small spaces?

Mateo had felt uneasy since they found out their next location. Through the briefing, the prep, the dispatch, he’d felt off. He was afraid. He didn’t like feeling afraid.

This was the part about working with antiquities and artifacts that hadn’t occurred to him when he was first recruited. He hated small spaces, feeling confined, trapped. And the proportion of missions that included those things was far too high for his comfort.

This was why. Whether it was accidental or intentional, the structure’s instability stemming from natural erosion or deliberate tampering, the cave coming down around them, effectively barricading them in this dusty, dank death trap, was the stuff of nightmares. But the burning in his lungs and the eerie silence around him were all too real.

It was only the voice that spoke up behind him that kept him from crumbling. He wasn’t the only one here. He wasn’t alone and abandoned. More importantly, there were other people in trouble. People he could help.

He coughed, trying not to suck in more dust on the inhale, and he tested his extremities. In a perfect world, he wouldn’t have to move, the risk of neurological damage too great from something like this. But he had people counting on him. So he slowly, tenderly moved his arms and legs – he could feel the ground beneath him, and he clenched his hands into fists as he moved. His back didn’t hurt, and his neck felt fine. That would have to be enough for now.

He maneuvered himself gingerly into a position where he could lay eyes on his companion. His body moved – slowly, yes, but without substantive protest – and he counted his blessings. In the darkness, he made out the shape of Kawi, who had apparently moved over to him to check for injuries. Hoarsely, he replied, “Pretty sure that’s my job.”

He winced at the pain in his knee, the sting all too familiar. He looked down at it, part of his subconscious petrified at what he’d find, but he was fine. At least, he looked fine. Given that the thing was more than half titanium and steel, he hoped it’d give him some good mileage.

Careful not to twist too much, he looked over at Kawi before answering. “I think I’m okay. Maybe a concussion, but I’ve had worse.” He begins to move, adjusting his position so he was closer to Kawi. “Where are you hurt?”

Kawi kept himself from uttering a scoff at that. He didn’t think the situation called for jokes, but that was until his ears clearly recognised the voice of Mateo. He followed the other along, watching through the thick dust to see if there was anything the matter, though he wasn’t sure if he had the expertise to see it. Though of course, he could recognise blood, even if it was smeared with dust and grime and dirt. 

Like the both of them were. 

The wince was an obvious give-away, but he decided to ignore it, if he wasn’t asked to help, he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to step in. Most parts of him suggesting it might look better if he did, but to whom? And how would Matteo react to being considered weak enough to need help. 

“Neck and shoulder,” he said. “But not that bad,” he added. “I can move.” And anyone who knew Kawi would know he wasn’t lying about that. He wasn’t dumb enough to put his own life on the line for anyone else, and certainly not for his own ego. “Can you walk?”

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MISSION 𝟹𝟸𝟸𝟺𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚄*𝟷 TIME: SEPTEMBER 30TH OPEN TO ALL

Kawi rolled his shoulders, ignoring the pain that settled on his ride side as he did so, the rocks having landed everywhere. He coughed, reaching his shirt up to keep more dust from entering his lungs. His mind was racing towards a single conclusion: I have to save myself. But he shook his head quickly to push the thought away. He couldn’t completely ignore it, but coming out of the cave by himself, that wouldn’t work well for his image. 

He heard some coughing to his left and quickly sprang to action, no matter the stabs of pain moving through his shoulder and back. He grabbed the person’s arm, certain it was an arm, could’ve also been a leg. He couldn’t see that much through the settling dust. “Hey, you’re okay. Are you hurt?” He said through fits of coughing. His eyes stung, badly. Tears escaping. He kept his ears on their surroundings, certain he wasn’t going to end up being crushed.

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echocode​:

He turns to Kawi with a raised eyebrow, not quite exactly shocked at the question, but surprised nonetheless.     “ I don’t know. ”     He’s honest. Mostly because through his life he had learned his place in operations, even before Pantheon. Never at the front helm, unless it meant he was driving or piloting something. Better at escaping than planning and tackling things head on, it was the reason he was so good at reading maps by now, learning escape ways. It had always been easier to run away.

“ Well actually, it sounds like a mission that would be done faster if we intercepted their vehicles instead. On the way to the gala. Lot of tight corners and small streets, close them off, execute and retrieve the item before they even get there. Less civilians, less trouble. ”     Erik holds back a laugh, the idea was ultimately changing the whole plan. He was aware that even details at this point were probably out of the table, too late to tweak or adjust, unless they were forced to improvise.     “ Doesn’t matter anyways. New plan is solid, just wish we had more time to go over it. ”

The studying continued, his own ideas of the person in front of him moulding itself further with new insights being presented. Perhaps he enjoyed that too much, figuring people out, trying to understand what they valued, and more importantly: seeing what it would mean to him. If he could trust them or if he had to be careful. He nodded, the suggestion was a good one, actually, he was surprised that it hadn’t come up before. Or he actually wasn’t. Agent Echo’s point of view would always be different, more pointed towards transport. 

“It would’ve been a good option to explore,” Kawi said, he couldn’t make any promises of course, but he could acknowledge that another plan would’ve worked to. There were more than one roads to Rome. “It might not matter in the sense you’re thinking,” he noted. “But some things are worth to be brought up at least once, to ensure they’re not ignored the next time. So I appreciate the plan, even if it will not be put into action.”

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agentproteus​:

          Cash in pocket, Nicky reaches for his glass of wine and takers a swig or more so- a chug. Zero hours of sleep and the need to constantly be on the move but having to sit in Budapest was not his ideal situation. “ A big team leaves room for more cracks. The whole eggs in one basket British saying comes in to play. “ Niccolò shrugs, his mind not entirely focused on it but is somewhat disappointed by the lack of chaos. He places a cigarette behind his ear and hums in acknowledgement at the idea brought forth and tilts his head side to side to mull it over. “ Now that I can fully get behind. I’ll hide all the expensive liquor first though because that’d be a shame to see smashed on the floor. “

“Not familiar with it,” Kawi lied, shaking his head a little. “But you may be right, or you may not be, it depends how you look at it. More part of the plan, more chances of cracks, it isn’t always about the amount of people.” It was why he liked to keep his plans simply, less detail meant less chances of people screwing up. He smirked. “That’s probably a good idea,” he acknowledged. Though he wasn’t so sure the kind of drama Niccolo was waiting for. The problem was, most people thought things could easily be destroyed, but they forgot that people were sensible beings most of the time. They just needed a bit a push to make a horrible decision. “Then my money is on Sainthood.”

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agentgaksi​:

she’s always been one to temper herself. to make herself more palatable / too big to be ignored in desperation. a sort of act of self preservation [ … ] an attempt at survival. the loved ones live longer, the smart ones go further in live —– has understood that from a young age. when other children were comfortable in the knowledge that they had a circle, a system around them that cared && loved && protected, gaksi had already long since learned that she would be alone in the world if she didn’t learn how to be what others wanted flawlessly. ( if only her parents could see her now! an empty desire, knows they wouldn’t care if they even recognized her. aged out of her school photos being slipped onto desks or makeup tables by people on payroll. )

“ oh, there’s definitely people i would pay good money to see lose a hand. or other body parts. ” good thing she had a rather decent sized fortune —– good thing she was kept busy on the regular. for someone capable of pulling such a sweet face, she could be vindictive. a grudge holder. she smiles : a flash of teeth that seem dangerous for a moment. “ i even have a list. you’re on it sometimes, y'know. when you don’t let me run wild. ” a shift of her weight, bumps her shoulder into him before looking at him from beneath lashes. “ don’t worry [ … ] you’re never been higher than the middle of the list. ”

Kawi looked at her with amusement, though perhaps it was more because he had the knowledge that someone who was open about their relationships to others, was more unlikely to actually do something about it. It was the ones who talked about you behind your back that you had to look out for. So to be on her list sometimes, that was good, in his book. “That’s fair,” he answered. “And glad to know I never make it too high on that list,” he added. The gesture was a kind one, the bumping of shoulders, the look she gave him, he played into it, as much as he could. Growing too close to people, it was one of his main worries. The fear that something might go wrong. “Though if I ever do, you’ll give me a warning, right?”

[kawiofcosmos]

agentgaksi​:

“ jacuzzi? ” word catches her attention && she pulls herself up with only minor struggle, shifting legs so shat they’re pressed between her && back of the sofa. she’s tempted [ … ] for a moment, features display such blatantly before they twist upon themselves. “ no, no. no jacuzzi because then i wont want to leave && i’ll make everyone talk to me while i’m in it. ” spine shifts, compresses enough to allow cheek to rest against the edge as fingers curl around ankles absently. “ not a good look. i’ll save that for when back home. ” here is a grin, tinged in something she hopes will garner enough sympathy that he’ll play gopher for her, just for a moment. “ i wont say no to some aspirin, though? ”

Kawi looked with just the barest bit of amusement in looking at her responses, trying to determine if she would say yes to the offer or deflect. He wondered because he liked to figure people out, to see in their eyes when they weighed their options. And he was never sure with her, making the studying even more interesting. He nodded when she had come to the conclusion, then shook his head slightly. “Of course,” he said, then left the room to get some aspirin, returning with that and a glass of water like some kind of peace offering. “Here,” he said, handing it to her. “What happened?” He asked, despite already knowing the details. Sometimes it helped asking it from the person who got hurt.