#( * e. monroe / violence in sharp cheekbones & a handsome face. )

[mvncesa]

❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜ (u know what. ur choice.)

"Is that a euphemism of some kind?"

Elias did not even try to hide the amusement from his voice. Whatever the other agent meant? He was sure that he would find it amusing in one way or another. The phrasing was amusing, at least, so his interest was most definitely piqued. "Or do you have actual fairies that we're talking about here?"

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‘ you decide whose life is more valuable. ’ (u know what? anyone except decker.)

The mortality of the profession was not lost on him. It had been almost a full two decades of him being in the whole world of spies and everything that came with that. He knew just how quickly things could flip. The fact that, a lot of the time, people died horrible deaths just for being associated with it. It almost seemed like miracle that he was still standing — Maybe that simply meant that he was good at his job.

Dark eyes quickly flickered away from her to the screen.

"Neither. They're both some of the weakest candidates." Spoken matter of factly as his attention turned back to her. "It would be better to cut them off now."

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"Is it that obvious that I have no idea what I'm doing? Or am I pulling this off?" (Elias)

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The last thing that Elias wanted to do was to be considered a hero again. While it might sound amazing, it had quickly became apparent that it was anything but. It was far more exhausting than anything. He had been glad to be out of the public eye for the couple of years that he had quote-unquote ‘disappeared’ for. The pilot had experience being a show-pony, at least, which made the whole process easier. Like he could simply shut his brain off and ride it out until he got fed up with everything. “None of us know what we’re doing,” Elias muttered as tugged off his suit jacket. The item of clothing was tossed carelessly onto the couch in the lounge as he started to work on loosening his tie. “Anyone who says they do is a liar.”

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“no, you don’t get to die” -- isaac @ elias

"It's just a surface wound." Elias let out a quiet laugh before he winced in pain. There was blood coating his hands where he had them pressed against his side. It was not the worst wound that he had ever gotten. (Which was saying something in and of itself to begin with). But it was the first time that he had that bad of a wound with no way to rush to fix it. No doctors that he could terrorize into saving him and he couldn't exactly go to the ER like this. Too much explaining about that. "I'll be fine, baby. Just go get me the first aid kit."

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‘ you know i love you, right? ’ @ elias !

The words definitely took him off guard. It had been a long time since he had words that sweet aimed at him. He was less surprised that it was Yancy saying such sweet things. After all, the oldest Becket was truly the only person that he would expect to be willing to say anything nice to him. Which was not all that surprising when you considered the fact that Yancy was the only person that he bothered to be nice to. 

Yancy was the only person that he seemed to care about in the entire Shatterdome, anyway. 

“Sorry. I didn’t hear you the first time,” Elias hummed with a small smirk. Chin propped up in the palm of his hand, the expression on his face looked more like the Cheshire Cat than anything else. “What was that?” He could easily say that yes. He did know. And that he loved Yancy back but that would come later. 

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❛ you look happier. ❜

“Hm?” For a long second, it seemed like he had not heard the comment. He seemed far too interested in consuming as much coffee as he possibly could. Sleep schedules were already almost non-existent when you were about of the PPDC. Elias had gotten used to surviving off of adrenaline and caffeine then and he still seemed to be keeping that habit up. After another moment, he finally turned his attention back toward the other. 

The words took another moment or so to process. Maybe it was less of the fact that he had to take the words in and more of the fact that happy was not something that he would apply to himself. Even after Pitfall and the world had started to rebuild itself. 

And, to be completely honest, it probably was the happiest that he had been in a long time. “I don’t look much different than I usually do,” he pointed out with a small shrug. Another long sip of coffee. “Can’t possibly look that much happier.”

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" it's not the same without you. " @ elias !

It felt more than a little strange to be more in a Shatterdome. Seven years, almost a full decade, was enough to make that happen. The fact that he had thought that all of his closest friends had been dead did not help. He had done a lot to focus on the life that he had gotten himself into. It was easier to focus on whatever shady sort of business that he got himself into helping than focus on the fact that he had no life outside of that. Something about the whole situation made him feel like he was surrounded by ghosts. The ghosts of what the program used to be, the almost empty Shatterdome and Yancy. 

The only other thing that could have made him surrounded by more ghosts was if his own co-pilot. But that was the one thing that was absolutely impossible. (Though he could have said the same about seeing Yancy again just a couple of days before). 

“Could say the same thing about you, ya know.” He took another second to shove some of the food around on his tray before he found enough courage to glance up at Yancy. It still felt like he was talking to a ghost at that point. There was a small pause as he seemed to consider his next words. Whether he should even say it. “Is that your lame way of saying that you missed me?” It was easier to turn it on the other and tease him, though.

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continued / @fortmiinable​

“Make me.” The response came before Elias could even process Isaac’s words. A bright grin spread across his lips, head tilting to the side. “That’s the entire point of my comment, asshole.”

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It felt more than a little strange to be back in a Shatterdome. After five or six years away, Elias could not help but feel out of place. It was part of the reason why he felt the need to joke about how desperate they were for Jaeger pilots — As if he did not know how desperate they were for Jaeger pilots. “Gonna tell me what they plan on making me do?” Elias fell into step beside the oldest Becket as they made their ways through the halls. It felt even more strange to be walking around with Yancy like things had not changed. “I don’t exactly have a co-pilot, do I?” / sc. ; @rotnight​

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“That looks like quite the shiner.” He poked at the food on his tray, attention focused on the other and the shiner in question. It did not come as a surprise that Raleigh had picked some sort of fight. The only thing that that came as a surprise was that Elias himself had not been the first one to get into some sort of fight. Especially with how high tension around the Shatterdome was with everything going on. “The Hansen kid looks worse, though.” / @rotnight​ ; sc.

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[ back ] - to hug your muse from behind / yancy & elias !

While he would never admit it, there was something about retirement that he seemed to enjoy. If he could call whatever it was retirement. All he knew was that he did not mind the fact that he didn’t go back to his life being Stacker recruited him again. He was quick to leave the CCPD just as quickly as he had been brought back. There was no reason for him to stick around when they had won the war. They had ended the apocalypse. 

The only time that Elias found himself at the Shatterdome was under Yancy’s request. Otherwise, he seemed perfectly content to act like he had a more mundane life and go out into the world. Be as normal as one could be when the world was slowly rebuilding itself after more than a decade of struggling to survive. Elias would have thought that a more normal, mundane life was not something for him. What sort of person went through anything like him and other members of the PPDC did and just go back to normal.

The thought was easy enough to brush off, at least. Attention easily caught by the smell of coffee and the dogs that greeted him once he stepped inside. “Gonna share any?” An arm slung across the other man’s front as Elias pressed into his space. Peering over his shoulder to eye the plate of food and the mug of coffee that Yancy had made for himself. “I bought you all the stuff to make that, anyway. It’s the least you can do.” As if he would not just reach out and steal some, anyways. He was asking, at least. 

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❛  why  are  you  still  here ?  ❜     yancy @ elias !

A slow roll of his shoulders before he took a second to crack his neck. In all honesty, he should stand up and stretch after sitting around for so long. He did not seem like the sort of person to sit around the bedside of someone in the medic bay to keep watch over them. Except for the fact that, once you looked past his ‘rough edges’, that was exactly the sort of person that he was. Maybe even more so since it was someone that he had known for so long. One of the only people that he actually openly cared about in the entire Shatterdome. 

“You look like shit.” Elias could not keep the hint of amusement out of his voice. He kicked his feet down from where they were propped up on the side of Yancy’s bed. Sitting upright, he gave the other a half-assed grin before he slumped back against his chair. “And I’m still here to make sure that someone keeps your dumbass from getting lonely.”

It would be easier for most people to admit that he was simply worried about how Yancy was and when he would be okay again. Elias would not call himself protective and yet there he was. “And it was either wait around for you or listen to Newt argue with Hermann argue over their science shit.”

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[ tie ] - to help your muse do their tie / yancy & elias !!

Elias did not know what he had expected. A part of him knew that he would not be able to simply go back to the life that he had after leaving the CCPD. Despite that, he did not expect to be recognized as one of the people who helped with the whole ‘stopping the apocalypse.’ (Not that he wanted to be, anyway. He did not like the spotlight nearly as much as he did when he was younger). The idea of a party, one that was celebrating something that he helped do, was strange at that point. In a similar way that worrying over his appearance was strange to him at that point. 

“I know how to do it.” The words were grumbled out as he raised his chin. The words sounded like he was protesting and yet he allowed Yancy to continue what he was doing. 

He welcomed the distraction that the other provided. Something to focus on that was not the fact that the war was over. While they had suffered immense losses, they had won. Things would hopefully be able to go back to something akin to normal or, rather, as normal as they could be. There was no going back to the normal that Elias had known as a kid — After all, people living in fear of aliens destroying their cities for over ten years was not something you ‘got over.’

“I don’t see why I have to dress up for this,” Elias said after a moment. Attention flickered to Yancy’s face instead of staring off into the air behind him. “It’s not like I was an important part of any of it, ya know. People won’t be focused on me.”

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Elias would not go as far as to say he missed how dramatic a certain scientist was with almost everything that he did. If it genuinely annoyed him that much, one would argue, he would stop hanging around the labs. Though he would argue that he did not have anywhere else to hang out — Especially when he seemed to prefer Newt over the majority of the rest of PPDC. (That was saying much but still). “Just said that you needed to calm down,” he muttered, cocking an eyebrow as he watched the other. He eyed Newt for another second. “What’re you even trying to do?” / cont ; @newtgeizler​

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continued / @rotnight

Elias could not help the way that he felt slightly out of place in the coffee shop. Maybe it was the calm atmosphere of the shop. Maybe it was the fact that he was there with Yancy and someone wanted to spend time with him. It was not like he could complain about it, either. It was nice to have coffee that did not come from the mess hall at the Shatterdome and to have some actual food in his system. Despite how out of place he felt, he was having a good time at their little breakfast together. 

“Life was a lot more hectic with them around.” He took a long sip of his drink before he sighed as his shoulders sagged slightly. The caffeine was enough to make him relax. Somewhat. “Gotta say that I’m surprised they included him. He doesn’t seem as exciting to kids like the bigger ones do.” Though, to be fair, what sort of kid would not prefer the bigger and more powerful monsters?

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“Are you here to cheer me up? Or to give me some advice. Or... to screw me at the last minute?”