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Daniel sometimes held a sort of tunnel vision at times. Seeing how these men fight and grasp at each other throughout the many competitions only managed to swell that tunnel vision further. Funnily enough, it was the only thing on the faith agent that seemed to swell in excitement.

"Oh.. You're so accommodating. Didn't really think we'd do something here. Although, not the first time I've messed around here." Daniel chuckles nervously. His surprise at the ease in the other agent's reaction. Daniel was nearly ready to disrobe himself in front of the fellow agent, his hand slipping under his shirt and getting it up his chest, flashing Milo his abs and pecs before realizing they were both talking about something quite different. "Why aren't you… oh-!" There's a bright blush on Nurse's cheeks as he puts his shirt back over his torso.

"Sorry, I thought we were on the same page." He nervously says, flattening the shirt across his body.

Milo   grinned   as   he   heard   the   other   man's   words.   A   loud   and   boisterous   laugh   escaping   a   few   seconds   later.   "How   could   I   help   myself,   bro?   It   would   be   disrespectful   to   each   other   if   we   went   all   out   on   the   enemies,   but   not   each   other.   What   would   we   be   saying   about   one   another?"   Of   course,   Pixie   hadn't   been   trying   to   kill   his   fellow   agents.   But   he   definitely   wasn't   being   gentle   with   him.   He   was   a   professional   streamer   before   this.   Did   anyone   expect   him   not   to   get   competitive   a   little?

Of   course,   the   himbo   hadn't   even   been   planning   on   participating.   He   even   told   someone   a   few   hours   before   that   he   felt   he   was   too   knew   to   the   company   to   participate   in   something   like   that.   But   Fortis   got   sent   on   a   mission,   and   Milo   was   ready   to   step   up   in   his   stead.   "But   I'm   totally   down   to   work   some   of   my   moves   on   you,   my   bro.   Which   one   are   you   wanting   to   see?"   Milo's   oblivious   nature   made   it   hard   to   tell   if   he   knew   that   they   were   flirting,   or   if   he   was   actually   about   to   whip   out   his   pistols.

"What   move   do   you   want   to   see   first,   pretty   nurse?"

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closed starter for: @uncanines where: med bay

"That's… Wait… Can you show me that again? I think I'm almost understanding it." Daniel chuckles nervously as he observes the other agent restructure a couple of mundane items in the med-bay into other things. It was like watching something knowing it's an optical illusion and still failing to catch the moment the switch happens. He'd been fascinated with the many gifts the vice divisions of Pandora. The way some gifts just allowed for one to bend the physical world's will and create objects out of thin air. "So you're just… making stuff.. out of another object's stuff?"

"How- How does that work?" Daniel asks delightedly. He sits a bit closer to the acedia agent sitting on the examination table, the stool Daniel had sat himself on perhaps a bit too close for comfort, but its a closeness the Faith agent couldn't help. The almost surreal transformation of the object engrossing the Daniel and feeding his curious nature all too easily. "What else can you make with it? Do… Do you use it on yourself?" He chuckles a bit nervously, a light shade of red staining his cheeks.

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closed starter for: @pandorasagents location: medbay?

Daniel's tongue danced across his teeth, lips moving from one side to the other as the Faith agent focused on the task in front of him. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the heat and rise from his actions on the other man kept Daniel from staying his hands as they repeated motions. He moves away from the man in front of him, letting the med bay light shine on him. His dark eyes examine the other's skin, the Faith agent's fingers working around the other's wound. His hand gently holds the fellow agent's side, trying to steady him as he managed to wrap Milo's arm in bandages. "I'm not sure how you've managed to get hit this much, but you're all patched up now."

"Hopefully that's the last of those rough tournaments. I swear you came back winning that thing in worse shape than any showdown with Czernobog." Daniel attempts to chide the other agent, but his friendly smile and demeanor seemed to always give the opposite impression. "If you really need a good roll in the hay, just ask me to give it to you. You'd have less scarring." He chuckles as he brings himself to the waste bin to dispose of his blue gloves. A shy tentative tone begins to follow as Daniel spoke once more, "So.. Um.. Any chance you'd want to, I dunno, try some of those moves on me?"

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"Not at all" Daniel couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sudden appearance of the greed agent in his room. The amount of armed personnel on the other side of Rift's portal didn't go unnoticed either, nor did the manila folder in the agent's hand. Daniel had came back from the pools, taking a bit of indulgence in walking back from them in nothing but the swimsuit he had worn. He would most likely get reprimanded, but after a weeks of being cooped up in the medbay, Daniel felt like he needed some excitement to keep himself entertained. The faith agent nods in the direction of the apartment's shower as he began to offer, "Was about to shower, want to join? You look like you're in need of a deep clean too."

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"Oh-well,   this   is   awkward."   Stepping   out   of   the   portal,   Sypha   or   Rift   as   most   people   here   know   him,   couldn't   help   but   to   give   the   other   a   sheepish   grin.   He   stepped   out   of   his   portal   and   into   the   other   man's   apartment.   The   purple   and   pink   portal   disappearing   in   a   blink   behind   him   as   he   kept   a   vanilla   folder   clutched   into   his   hands.   “Sorry   about   this.   I   kind   of   guess   I   had   your   room   in   my   mind   when   I   opened   the   portal.”   And   considering   he   had   a   few   guys   pointing   guns   at   him   as   he   stepped   in,   he   hadn't   spent   much   time   considering   just   where   he   was   going   to   appear.   “Hope   I   didn't   interrupt   anything   important.” 

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"Oh.. Heh, I… Umm.." The grip on the stethoscope slipped slightly from Nurse's grip, the threaded heartbeat Daniel was listening too now muffled as he caught himself listening to Cardinal's offer. He hadn't had needed to be sexually intertwined with other agents lately. The amount agents Daniel found himself treating as of late had proved to be a formidable force in preventing him from getting it in. Though the Faith agent did had to ask himself if it truly was an absence of need or an absence of time that led to Daniel in rolling in the hay significantly less compared to the rest of his colleagues.

"I'm sure you're great, but uh.. I usually bottom." Daniel couldn't help but blush, removing the stethoscope from the other agents nipple as well as removing the ear tips from his own ears. Placing the device inside his white cloak, Daniel walks towards the wheelchair nearby, bringing it closer to Cardinal. "But if it's sunlight you want, we can take a lap around camp if you'd like." He offers with a warm smile.

cardinal  really  wanted  to  protest.  to  stand  up  and  walk  out,            into  the  sunlight  which  his  body  craves--  like  a  depraved  plant  looking  to  bloom  again.  but  the  moment  he  even  tried  the  smallest  movement,  a  sharp  pain  ran  all  over  his  body,  from  his  head  and  down  his  spine  ...  ending  at  the  numb  ends  of  his  toes.  mapping  out  every  injury  he's  gotten  from  that  recent  battle,  and  just  that  was  enough  to  convince  him  to  stay.

but  he  also  knows  how  integral  the  sun  will  be  to  his  recovery.  maybe  if  he  could  be  a  bit  more  convincing  ...

at  the  feeling  of  the  cold  stethoscope  on  his  skin,  he  yelped  and  was  taken  from  his  reverie.  he  looked  up  at  nurse  again,  still  with  that  puppy  dog  eyes.     "     come  on  ...  even  just  for  a  little  walk?  the  sunlight  will  do  wonders  for  my  recovery.     "     he  says,  trying  to  be  convincing  and  seductive  even  at  his  injured  state.     "     maybe  that  little  boost  could  give  me  enough  strength  to  ...  thank  you  later?     "

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Daniel had been enjoying the much needed fresh air, though a bit salty compared to the stale and tepid air in the Pandora apartments. Walking around the resort in a floral print unbuttoned shirt what could only be described as a step bellow dental floss, Daniel basked in the attention of the locals. It wasn't his usual forte, often burying himself in work in the Pandora clinic and stalking shelves of handy materials before the vice aligned agents returned from their missions. After the loss of many agents, Daniel had decided to take advantage of the sparse moments of fun while they were allowed them. Returning from a fun spur of the moment encounter in the men's restroom with a bar tender, Daniel's stride around the resort was full of confidence and swagger. He lowers his sunglasses, catching the eyes of another curious local before giving him a wink. As he pushes the frame of his sunglasses back onto the bridge of his nose, Daniel feels a smaller frame bump against him.

"Oh!" Daniel says in surprise, his sudden suave demeanor quickly shrinks as a string of apologies fly from his mouth. "Gods, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?, I really should have watched where I was going…" If the sun hadn't redden the faith agent's cheeks red, then the sight of the band around the other agent's neck surely did. The embarrassment of bumping on to one of his collogues after his walk of pride quickly turning it into a walk of shame. "Here, let me buy you a drink or something." His hand holds Luxia gently by the shoulder. It was gentle, yet firm, muscle memory from treating the many agents of Pandora of various injuries and aliments, now accidentally being used to mend his awkward social situation. "I.. I think there's still some desserts left for you.."

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in   the   number   of   people   who   went   stir-crazy   from   being   constantly   housed   and   monitored   in   the   underwater   facilities   they   were   all   made   to   call   their   residence,   luxia   was   probably   one   of   the   few   who   weren't   all   that   fazed   or   disturbed,   which   contrasted   their   disposition   when   they   were   brought   to   the   islands.   there   was   a   lot   of   merriment   and   outer   festivity   going   on   …   and   it   made   luxia   feel   ill   at   ease.   they   were   used   to   more   private   sectors   and   seedier,   shadowy   places   in   the   days   before   pandora   was   even   in   the   picture.   this   was   just   a   bit   too   exuberant,   the   service,   the   constant   asking   of   what   they   needed:   the   obvious   lustful   connotations   hidden   in   the   staff's   compliments,   which   was   saying   something   given   that   they   worked   for   a   homoerotic   secret   agency.   all   to   say,   luxia   was   a   fish   out   of   water,   which   is   why   they   kept   out   of   the   limelight   of   the   sunny   shores   and   vibrant   areas,   instead   only   coming   out   of   their   suite   for   food   or   if   they   felt   like   venturing   to   the   more   studious   parts   of   the   island,   this   occasion   being   the   former,   somewhat   hoping   it   was   rather   empty   in   the   dining   hall   (   and   hoping   that   the   leche   flan   squares   had   been   restocked   …   they   really   liked   those   ). 

dressed   in   a   more   ‘vacation'   variant   of   their   usual   getup,   which   was   basically   a   light   hoodie   of   a   somewhat   pastel   shade   and   some   short   shorts,   luxia   is   mindful   of   all   the   people   passing   in   the   hallway,   even   some   agents   who   had   their   own   plans   outside   of   the   resort.   as   they   make   a   right,   they   end   up   bumping   into   a   colleague,   silently   cursing   as   they   normally   would   have   caught   that,   but   the   interference   of   the   greyphon   bands   was   tampering   with   their   powers   in   degrees.   ❛   my   bad   …   ❜   they   utter,   recalling   that   this   was   the   nurse,   not   someone   they   saw   often   given   their   sloth   position   but   they   knew   the   virtues   for   data   purposes. 

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RAFAEL SILVA 😛

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vacay starter for: @pandorasurvive location: Siargao, rave party

"I'm starting to think I wore too much close for this…" Daniel says sheepishly as they walked inside of the night club. He hadn't been out on the town since his Peace Corps days. And even then, not to the extent of seeing what felt a lot like a clothing optional club. Men danced and drank around them wearing close to nothing. He could have sworn he had spotted someone actually blowing someone in the middle of the dancefloor. Island romance at it's finest. "You've ever been to clubs like this before?" Daniel asked, his head and body swaying a bit to the music blaring across the club.

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RAFAEL SILVA

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"I kinda have to. It's my job." Daniel beams a matter-of-factly, a warm smile seemed to stay on his lips as the virtue agent continued his examination of Cardinal. His warm fingers wrapped in blue latex glide across the other's chest. The diaphragm of the stethoscope placed against the meaty pec of the vice agent. The casual smile on his lips didn't help the contrasting solemnity of their reality. Daniel presses the cold diaphragm a bit harder onto Cardinal's pec, his focus preoccupied on listening to the agent's heartbeat. "And your job is to stay put for now. It'll be too risky moving you this soon after the mission."

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LOCATION: CAMPSITE - CARDINAL'S TENT.

"   you don't need to do that, you know?   "           cardinal teases with a raised eyebrow, not really making any moves to push them away or to get down from the bed he was sitting on. instead all of his focus was on daniel, blue eyes fluttering sweetly as he watches the other's face while he worked.

there was some embarrassment there before, because the accident that caused his little injury was comical and stupid to say the least. but that was replaced now with awe at the beautiful sight.    "   i can clean myself up. i just needed a little sun, that's all.   "

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Rafael Silva in Fluidity (2019)

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camp starter for @pandoraouroboros location: camp || time: pre-mission "You alright there? Why don't you come a bit closer to the camp fire, friend." The Patience agent chimed from across the clearing they were camping in. It had been a rough couple of... Well, Daniel had lost count on how long it's been since the org has head a surprise come their way.

"Took a lot of convincing, but I managed to bring some supplies to make us s'mores. You like yours with or without chocolate?" He proceeded to ask, fetching the bag of marshmallows and the stick to roast them in. "You can sit down, I won't bite unless you ask." He winks playfully.