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𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃       SAWYER     LACANILAO       ⁝       a shrewd yet taciturn agent of pandora, also known as   polaris   of   the   greed   division. originally from olympia, washington, sawyer joined the united states air force once he turned eighteen, becoming a   pararescue   jumper   specializing   in   high - risk   extractions   and   combat   medical   operations— parachuting   into   burning   conflict   zones,   stabilizing   the   wounded,   and   carrying   them   out   through   enemy   lines. it was a life defined by impossible choices and morbid experiences, until he was declared missing in action : quietly   recruited   into   project   pandora.   although   sawyer lacanilao   is   dead   to   the   world,   he   is   now   an   invaluable   asset   to   pandora,   one   of   the   few   to   survive   the   top - secret   mutation   process.   his   gift   ? the ability to either attract or repel objects or people, as well as potentially moving objects towards or away from specific points, such as other objects or locations.

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I. BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME:         sawyer dante lacanilao.         AGE & DATE OF BIRTH:         thirty7 + september 11th 1987.         GENDER & PRONOUNS:         cis man + he / him.         SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:         bisexual biromantic.         OCCUPATION:         former pararescue jumper. currently a secret agent for project pandora.         FAMILY:        [ THIS INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXPUNGED ].         AGENT DIVISION:        greed.         YEARS IN PANDORA:        twelve years.         SPECIAL ABILITY:        repulsion and attraction.         CALLSIGN:        polaris.

II. PSYCHE.

ALIGNMENT:         chaotic neutral.         TEMPERAMENT:         phlegmatic - melancholic.         ENNEAGRAM:         1w2, the activist.         MBTI:         istj, the logistician.         ASTROLOGICAL PLACEMENTS:         virgo sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising.         POSITIVE:         disciplined, strategic, dependable, observant, shrewd.         NEGATIVE:         taciturn, hypercritical, emotionally withdrawn, slow to trust, resistant to vulnerability.         LIKES:         early morning coffee and walks, flight navigation charts, mission preparation checklists, hiking and camping, medical procedures training, people who say less but mean it.         DISLIKES:         recklessness, emotional manipulation, stifling bureaucracy, unearned authority, sentiment that clouds judgment.

IV. SKILLS & ABILITIES .

EXPERTISE:         vehicular operations, perception, biochemistry & medicine.         PROFICIENCIES:         athletics, close combat mastery, tactical insight, engineering, stealth and infiltration.         SUBSTANDARD AREAS:         seduction, intimidation.

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𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄁𝄀𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄂𝄃     TODD   HICKEY     ⁝     a sanguine yet facetious twenty7   year   old   agent   of   pandora,   also known   in   atlantis   as   rorschach   of   the   lust   division. formerly an insurance salesman from boulder, colorado, todd   mastered   the   art   of   reading   people   and   telling   them   what   they   wanted   to   hear—   ensnaring clients for a fraudulent company. but despite his capacity for being a silver - tongued manipulator, he had always been more softhearted, ultimately blowing the whistle on the entire operation, burning bridges, and forced to be on - the - run when the company put a dark web bounty on his head. however, after escaping the third attempt on his life, pandora found him and offered him a new life through the mutation.   although   todd hickey   is   dead   to   the   world,   he   is   now   an   invaluable   asset   to   pandora,   one   of   the   few   to   survive   the   top - secret   mutation   process.   his   gift   ?  the ability to perceive,   interpret,  interact  with  the  emotions,  moods,  and  temperaments  of  others,  learning  how  to  manipulate  these  emotions,  whether  by  increasing,  decreasing,  causing  or  otherwise  channeling  them,  as well as   perceiving  echoes  of  past  events in people and objects,  almost  as  if  the  lingering emotions  themselves  tell  a  story which could  manifest  in  visions   or  sensations. 

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I. BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME:         todd draven hickey.         AGE & DATE OF BIRTH:         twenty7 + december 3rd 1997.         GENDER & PRONOUNS:         cis man + he / him.         SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:         bisexual biromantic.         OCCUPATION:         former insurance agent. currently a secret agent for project pandora.         FAMILY:        [ THIS INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXPUNGED. ].         AGENT DIVISION:        lust.         YEARS IN PANDORA:        four years.         SPECIAL ABILITY:        empathy.         CALLSIGN:        rorschach.

II. PSYCHE.

ALIGNMENT:         chaotic neutral.         TEMPERAMENT:         sanguine - melancholic.         ENNEAGRAM:         7w6, the pathfinder.         MBTI:         enfp, the campaigner.         ASTROLOGICAL PLACEMENTS:         sagittarius sun, pisces moon, gemini rising.         POSITIVE:         charming, perceptive, warm - hearted, emotionally intuitive, optimistic.         NEGATIVE:         impulsive, unpredictable, emotionally provocative, deflective with humor, reluctant to trust authority.         LIKES:        winning people over with wit and charms, late - night conversations, vintage cologne, anonymous message boards, sleight - of - hand magic, the adrenaline of improvisation.         DISLIKES:         cold bureaucracy, being boxed in, guilt trips, silence that feels too heavy, people who take things too seriously.

IV. SKILLS & ABILITIES .

EXPERTISE:         seduction, culture & politics, persuasion.         PROFICIENCIES:         insight, deception, perception, acrobatics & evasion, sleight of hand.         SUBSTANDARD AREAS:         engineering, pain tolerance. SPECIAL ABILITY: empathy. more tba.

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𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃   VALENTINE   HART   ⁝    a   driven yet overly - competitive   twenty1   year   old   agent   of   pandora,   also known   in   atlantis   as   incense   of   the   sloth   division.   born to a family of genius NASA engineers and scientists from tallahassee, florida, valentine and his twin inherited their parents' intelligence, growing up to be tech & coding experts, both partaking in their own hacktivism endeavors. however, pandora recruited the twins after being linked to a classified data breach into a pharmaceutical arcology⸻ both trying to find evidence of a cure and experimental drug trials to help an ailing family member. valentine agreed to pandora's conditions, signing his life away in exchange of drug trials for that family member, provided by the agency. although valentine hart is dead to the world, he is now an invaluable asset to pandora, one of the few to survive the top-secret mutation process. his gift ? the ability to release scents and fragrances that can boost cellular regeneration and healing, alleviate stress and improve psychological well-being, and cure wounds, pain, poison, ailments, etc

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I. BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME:         valentine sol hart.         AGE & DATE OF BIRTH:         twenty1 + june 6th 1996.         GENDER & PRONOUNS:         cis man + he / him.         SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:         homosexual homoromantic.         OCCUPATION:         former nasa intern and hacktivist. currently a secret agent for project pandora.         FAMILY:        [ THIS INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXPUNGED ].         AGENT DIVISION:        sloth.         YEARS IN PANDORA:        two years.         SPECIAL ABILITY:        aromatheraphy.         CALLSIGN:        incense.

II. PSYCHE.

ALIGNMENT:         chaotic neutral.         TEMPERAMENT:         melancholic - choleric.         ENNEAGRAM:         3w4, the expert.         MBTI:         intj, the architect.         ASTROLOGICAL PLACEMENTS:         gemini sun, capricorn moon, virgo rising.         POSITIVE:         driven, meticulous, adaptable, clever, deeply devoted.         NEGATIVE:         controlling, competitive, envious, perfectionistic, secretive.         LIKES:         code-breaking challenges, stormy weather, quiet nights with lo-fi beats, winning escape rooms and puzzles, the smell of lavender, computer systems that gives him a challenge.           DISLIKES:         inefficiency, forced vulnerability, being second best, moral absolutism, people who underestimate him.

II. SKILLS & ABILITIES.

EXPERTISE:         tactical foresight, insight, hacking  &  cyber warfare.         PROFICIENCIES:         codebreaking & cryptograms, athletics, sleight of hand, perception, engineering.         SUBSTANDARD AREAS:         intimidation, seduction. SPECIAL ABILITY: aromatherapy. more tba.

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𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃       ALEKI     LAFAELE       ⁝       an   empathetic   yet   reactive   twenty8   year   old   [    cloned    ]   agent   of   pandora,   also   known   in   atlantis   as   conduit   of   the   envy   division.   born   and   raised   in   the   unforgiving   streets   of   brooklyn,   new   york,   aleki   fought   his   way   through   the   ranks   of   illegal   fighting   rings—   boxing,   capoeira,   jiu-jitsu,   taekwondo,   mixed   martial   arts—   doing   whatever   it   took   to   keep   his   younger   siblings   fed,   even   if   it   meant   putting   his   body   through   hell.   accepting   project   pandora's   proposal   was   just   another   sacrifice   ∶   demanded   financial   security   for   his   family,   leaving   them   set   for   life   in   exchange   of   his   loyalty   and   skills.   although   aleki   lafaele   is   dead   to   the   world,   he   is   now   an   invaluable   asset   to   pandora,   one   of   the   few   to   survive   the   top - secret   mutation   process.   his   gift   ?  the ability to absorb   ambient   energy   available   in   his   surrounding   environment,   whether   naturally-occurring   or   human-generated,   into   his   body   and   use   it   to   enhance   his    strength,    speed,   stamina,    durability,   and    reflexes   or   channel   into   a   specific   point   in   his   body   for   reinforced   movements   or   attacks.

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I. BASIC INFORMATION.

FULL NAME:         aleki kainalu lafaele.         AGE & DATE OF BIRTH:         twenty8 + april 1st 1996.         GENDER & PRONOUNS:         cis man + he / him.         SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:         bisexual biromantic.         OCCUPATION:         former participant in illegal fighting rings, petty thief, and ███ ██████. currently a secret agent for project pandora.         FAMILY:        [ THIS INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXPUNGED. ].         AGENT DIVISION:        envy.         YEARS IN PANDORA:        four years.         SPECIAL ABILITY:        ambient energy absorption and channeling.         CALLSIGN:        conduit.

II. PSYCHE.

ALIGNMENT:         neutral good.         TEMPERAMENT:         phlegmatic - melancholic.         ENNEAGRAM:         1w2, the free spirit.         MBTI:         isfp, the adventurer.         ASTROLOGICAL PLACEMENTS:         aries sun, scorpio moon, aquarius rising.         POSITIVE:         resilient, empathetic, truthful, protective, loyal.         NEGATIVE:         impulsive, stubborn, reactive, self - sacrificing, guarded.         LIKES:         sparring with a skilled opponent, old school hip-hop and r&b, spicy dishes and homecooked meals, the rhythm and routine of training, learning to play musical instruments.         DISLIKES:         dishonesty, unproductivity, feeling helpless, rich and arrogant people, betrayals.

IV. SKILLS & ABILITIES .

EXPERTISE:         intimidation, marksmanship, athletics.         PROFICIENCIES:         battlefield endurance, pain tolerance, acrobatics & evasion, close combat mastery, brute force tactics.         SUBSTANDARD AREAS:         stealth & infiltration, deception. SPECIAL ABILITY: ambient energy absorption and channeling. more tba.

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" it's a good face, " there was simplicity in the way sawyer echoed the sentiment, agreeing with what he found to be an objective truth. ezra was a handsome man. and even someone like him, someone who didn't really care for appearances, someone who rarely acknowledged even his own attractions, could admit that. " i'm sure there are agents you ensnared into joining pandora simply by flashing a smile, " he added, mostly joking, though he was certain that it must have actually happened before. still, sawyer didn't smile. not   exactly.   but   there   was   a   small   shift   in   the   corner   of   his   mouth,   almost   imperceptible.   amusement   or   approval.   maybe   both. then, without as much of a warning, the first stitch went in. but sawyer kept a hand on ezra's jaw, thumb resting just under the bone, angling his face. not   too   firm,   not   too   gentle⸻ just   enough   to   be   felt. just enough to keep ezra steady, to keep him from wincing too much. then another stitch, and another. " don't worry. even if it scars, there are people who'll find that it adds character, " he   said   absently,   tying the third knot, something almost reverent in the way he worked : never rushing, giving the repair his full attention. and he leaned just slightly closer, breath   brushing   warm   across   the charity agent's skin as the last   stitch   slid   through. he tied it and cut the excess thread, then gently swiped away at the last trace of red with a cotton pad. and once everything looked good and clean, sawyer took a few steps back⸻ finally fully sizing up the other man. " the look is already growing on me, " he said, shoulders lifting in a slight shrug, a small chuckle actually slipping past his lips this time. " ... or maybe i'm just a good medic. "

the  sharp,  stinging  pain  that  sat  above  his  eyebrow  had  dulled  into  painful  throbbing.  ezra  could  no  longer  feel  the  wetness  of  blood  on  his  skin,  but  he  still  allowed  himself  to  be  seated  in  front  of  polaris,  hands  clenching  in  anticipation  and  dread  in  equal  measure  whenever  he  had  to  set  foot  into  the  medical  bay.  he  felt  like  a  teenager  all  over  again,  worrying  over  something  trivial  under  the  weighted  gaze  of  a  doctor.  it  set  ezra  on  edge  that,  again,  he  was  reminded  of  his  own  mortality,  that  he  didn't  have  any  of  the  power  other  agents  had,  that  he  was  as  humane  as  any  normal  human  could  be  despite  his  line  of  work.  though,  under  polaris'  watchful  gaze,  those  thoughts  seemed  to  escape  him  and  ezra,  once  again,  clutching  the  edge  of  his  seat,  the  lines  of  his  shoulders  filled  with  tension.

ezra  hissed  when  the  first  touch  of  antiseptic  landed  around  his  wound,  jaws  clenching  from  the  pain.  his  eyes  never  strayed  away  from  polaris,  forcing  himself  to  stare  at  the  man  with  equal  intensity  and  fervor.  the  command  didn't  go  unnoticed;  if  his  face  was  devoid  of  any  open  wound,  ezra  would  have  raised  an  eyebrow  in  a  challenge,  but  this  time,  he  remained  still  because  polaris  wasn't  obligated  to  tend  to  him.  the  other  agent  was  doing  this  out  of  goodwill  and  ezra  was  reluctant  to  change  that.  polaris  also  had  a  needle  that  would  soon  go  near  his  eyes,  which  was  not  something  ezra  wanted  to  lose.

"i'm  good  with  needles,"  ezra  said  through  gritted  teeth,  trying  to  mask  his  nerves  with  a  grin.  since  when  had  he  grown  to  be  such  a  wimp?  "got  my  arm  all  inked  up  and  i  didn't  even  wince.  do  you⸻  i'm  rambling,  i  apologize."  he  finally  conceded  with  a  sigh.  a  slight  frown  seemed  to  pull  on  the  wound  uncomfortably.  "sew  me  back  up,  doc.  i  don't  want  to  lose  my  face  just  because  i'm  scared  of  some  needles."  ezra  then  shrugged  a  shoulder,  tongue  darting  out  to  wet  his  lips  that  felt  all  dried  up.  "it's  a  good  face."

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valentine hart was not a doctor. not a nurse. hell, not even an acedia agent trained in medicine. but he volunteered to help out in the medbay anyway⸻ which was certainly better than just being idle or construction work. though, valentine didn't really expect to be used this way : his shirt off, skin chilled by the sterile air, sitting on the bedside. and he couldn't really refuse the faith agent that suggested this method, especially when he knew it would work. especially when he could make someone feel better. always the people - pleaser, really. so val looked at the injured agent and shrugged with a smile, the whole aromatherapy might seem like some quack doctor bullshit⸻ but he supposed it was a little different when it was an alien - given power. and he closed his eyes. inhale. exhale. a shimmering heat enveloped val's body, aromas drifting from his skin and slowly permeating in the air. the scent of sandalwood was the first to be noticeable, deep and warm like sunlight, its astringent and antiseptic properties jumpstarting cellular healing. then, cypress. sharp and clean, meant to induce mental clarity and lessen stress. then myrrh, to reduce pain. and a low moan unconsciously escaped val as he continued to produce these scents from his own body, alleviating even his own fatigue, before opening one eye to look at shepherd. " is there a particular scent you want to smell ? anything at all that could help ? "

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rorschach had never been someone who liked complaining. nor, ironically, was he someone who could just vent out his emotions. but after czernobog's attempted invasion, todd hickey was having a fucking crisis. on the fucking precipice of a catastrophic crash out. he was tired. sad. angry. in pain. a storm of emotions he didn't know how to deal with. and with his current lack of concentration, rorschach's empathy made him taste everyone else's current emotions, too, like a psychic barometer. or a mood - sponge. he could feel someone feeling blue and grieving through inebriation. he could feel someone burning red with anger. and holy shit, he could even feel that sudden burst of white - hot pleasure, from someone probably jerking off to cope. and rorschach wished he could just turn all his emotions off, like he could someone else⸻ so   he   did   what   any   emotionally   compromised,   psychically   sensitive   twenty - something   would   do. he asked porter to make him sour cream crickets and hoped that disgust would overwhelm all the other emotions. well, maybe not all emotionally   compromised,   psychically   sensitive   twenty - somethings. and so here he was, munching on insect legs, grimacing in absolute disgust, when someone else finally walked into the common room. " want some ? " rorschach asked with his mouth full, almost throwing up in the process as he offered his bowl of crickets. " it's really, um ... " couldn't even finish the sentence before he needed to chug some water to swallow it down. but then, he popped another into his mouth⸻ and god, the crickets sounded fucking crispy. " it's really good ! if you're trying to forget something ! " @seraphiivms

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the cut wasn't deep at all, far from the worst he had seen in his career⸻ and he could ignore it, like sight had done so far, but polaris had nothing better to do. already helped with triage, already helped with distributing food rations, but he still felt restless after everything. so maybe this was as much for himself as it was for the charity agent. polaris didn't always say much, so he didn't say anything at all : just   tilted   his   chin,   held sight's gaze for a few seconds,   and   gestured   for   him   to   sit. he opened   the first aid kit with   a   snap   that   echoed   too   clean   in   the   quiet   between   them,   reaching in and finding the needle, sutures, antiseptic, and some cotton pads without really needing to look inside. muscle memory at this point, which how many times he had done to agents for more than a decade. " hold still, " he murmured, not   because   he   thought   sight   wouldn't, but because he liked the sound of control⸻ and this was probably the only time he could exert such a thing over someone like ezra valentine. he   dabbed  ��at   the   cut   above sight's brow with   a pad drenched in antiseptic,   wiping   away   blood   with   a   touch   that   was   measured   but   not   unkind. gentle even. so much said with the most trivial of actions. and although polaris was 70% certain of the answer, he decided to ask anyway before proceeding. " you're not afraid of needles, are you ? " he asked as he threaded the needle, then leaning closer now for closer inspection of where the stitch needed to begin. " just need to close it to decrease the risk of infection. but we don't have to. " @desknned

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reverb hadn't really been with pandora for a long time, but if there was anything he must already be known for, then it must be that terrible case of resting bitch face⸻ almost always caught between contempt and disinterest. and that would be factual to how he actually felt most of the time, which made it easier to discern whenever his mood changed. a little more relaxed. a little more attentive. as if it was his turn to ogle. his gaze transfixed as he watched elysium stretch and talk   about   fucking   like   it   was   a   joke   he   half - wanted   to   be   real. for someone who was quiet, he sure talked a lot with his body, moved like he wanted to be seen. reverb liked that : easily irritated by people who talked a lot without really saying anything. always had been an actions speak louder than words kind of man, no matter how cliched that might be. " fuck you right in front of everyone ? " voice laced with feigned with disappointment, reverb clicked his tongue as he shook his head. " i think you're mistaking me for a common whore, elysium. " a half - laugh spilled. though, it probably wasn't a farfetched assumption to make⸻ always half - naked when training, never had much problem with receiving attention, so exhibitionism was an easy guess for a quirk. but maybe reverb had more depth to him than just being a meathead. " i might enjoy fighting for an audience, but fucking is best done privately. no point in flaunting what i don't give out easily. " his smile turned a little sharper, a compliment hidden somewhere in his words. sex was just sex, simple and easy, but it didn't mean faycal just wanted to fuck anyone and everyone. but of course, elysium was probably just joking. so without   warning,   he   turned, torso   twisting   with   a   whip   of   motion, and   slammed   his   fist   into   the   wall   again. stone   shuddered and cracks formed, then another, and another, trying to get a few more hits before stopping for the day, sweat   still   clinging   to   the   angles   of   his   musculature. " lucky you, i like you enough so far that you haven't really made me want to punch you in the fuckin' face. " he chuckled half - jokingly, finally   looking   back at elysium before grabbing his water bottle and towel off the floor and walking past him. but before fully exiting the colosseum, reverb paused, a hint of suggestion in his words : " i'm gonna take a shower in the locker room. place is usually empty 'round this time. almost feels private. "

🕊️ - Elysium was quiet. Often selective in his words but he wasn't a shy nor bashful person. Sure. He did get a little flustered at the man's bluntness. Unapologetic. The way he spoke to him made perk-up just a little. And things started to move. His leotard already contorted from the sudden burst of speed, jostled about his body as if he had horrible upkeep. The sudden malformed feathers slowly started to thin, reabsorbing into his skin as his face flushed. Time had betrayed him because if he we're 'oogling' the agent, it had transpired longer than anticipated. He looked away for a moment, burying his face in his hands as if masking his expression. If this were up to him, his fingers would be stroking those massive forearms- as if he'd grown ignorant of his own stature as he looked over crowds of people.

Okay-- Elysium was a little marshmallow.

"You keep talking to me like that, I might have to go stroke a few out." Wets lips with a swift slip of his tongue. "And if I were here to say I did want to fuck, then what?" Elysium still blushed. His head turned as he stretched. He'd yelp as some random joint along his leg snapped and his spine popped. Big larger and trying to perform some type of sudden handspring was challenging. He still hadn't trained on his new musculature. Hands plant in the small of his back as he arched. His chin rose as his nose was parallel with the ground. The curve of his body continued as he rose to his toes and let every muscle in his body stretch as far as physically possible. Almost as if he was to take flight. He held the stretch, pressing deeper into his pelvic rotation. "--Fuck me with everyone watching--then what are you going to say?" He cast a gentle glance through his peripheral vision to scan the man's beautiful physique before relaxing. He shadowed Reverb's punch, mimicking his technique. Though loose, it wasn't far off. "No, but seriously, I was admiring your skill. Would hate to see you throwing a jab my way."

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rorschach didn't really think this would be a conversation with any real depth⸻ the question was just a part of the ramblings of a tired man, blurry and world - wearied after helping clean up all blood and gore at the hangar bay. but there was something about anomaly's answer that really piqued his attention, gaze snapping from the ceiling and falling upon anomaly in break - neck speed, almost like caffeine being introduced to his system after swearing off it. " after everything we've seen, after everything we've been through, do you really still believe in logic ? " eyebrows raised in mild surprise, a smile slowly quirking up the corners of his lips, his   voice   coming soft. logic had been thrown out the window the day he was introduced to pandora, and after the serum turned him into a human mood ring ? there was simply no recovering it. still, curiosity was written all over rorschach's face. this made sense⸻ someone like anomaly probably wanted things to be simple, black and white. after all, anomaly was a defector who traded one cage for another. the supposed good versus the evil one. it made sense that he'd believe in the binary of alive and dead. nothing in between. but rorschach didn't think he was entirely wrong either. " i don't know if i believe in heaven or hell, probably not. " he   tilted   his   head,   eyes   drifting   toward   nothing   in   particular— some   middle   space   where   the   past   and   present   kept   shaking   hands. " but i'm sure ghosts exist. not the white sheets or rattling chains or horror movie jumpscare kind. " he   looked   back   at   anomaly,   smile   small   and   strange. " more like residual energy and emotions and memory ... i mean c'mon, don't tell me you've never looked in a mirror and not feel haunted ? "   was it a little morally ambiguous for an empath to ask a question that was meant to invoke something ? anything ? but for as long as rorschach had his powers, it had been the easiest to truly know someone. " like looking at yourself and feeling something heavy hangin' there behind you ? like something in the past just lingering. happens to me all the damn time ... " he admitted lightheartedly, hands raised in some kind of surrender to the truth, a goofy grin upon his lips.

@uncanines generated: ❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜

"—"

Given the agent's otherwise un-calming presence, Pax actually found it very easy to talk to Rorschach. He wasn't dumb enough to not discern that Rorschach's empathic facade was, in fact, exactly that —a facade— but what wasn't? He couldn't help it if he found comfort in Rorschach's company.

Paradoxically, the duplicitous nature of his power meant Pax saw him as one of the more truthful figures within Pandora's ranks. Honesty in the dishonesty. Or maybe he just wanted to rationalize Rorschach's motives enough to justify his attraction to him. Couldn't have been any worse than the average person at Czernobog.

"No, I don't," he answers. "I believe that we only have the life we're given. And then we're dead. An afterlife just doesn't make logical sense. Do... you believe in ghosts?'

[uncanines]

i love arm

[uncanines]

JACK INNANEN Adults 1.04 "Theracide"

[uncanines]

polaris tag dump

polaris﹐ character study.

polaris﹐ threads.

polaris﹐ countenance.

polaris﹐ aesthetics.

polaris﹐ tasks.

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rorschach tag dump

rorschach﹐ character study.

rorschach﹐ threads.

rorschach﹐ countenance.

rorschach﹐ aesthetics.

rorschach﹐ tasks.

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜