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[eisiramdeus]

now alex gotta show tittatas. boob tax an all that.

you fool, mantits is, like, what i possess in greatest quantity around here

perish

#𝐈𝐈. OUT OF CHARACTER. #rozl1n #my infinite arsenal of 38 year old dilfs

[detnu-a-h]

[ Extracting Transmission from {Rozlin "Roze" Helms (@rozl1n)}: ❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜ ]

Colors. He heard people identify certain moral questions and actions by colors, yes. He himself had used it in order to get his point across from time to time. Hell, this was why the woman had given him such a reply, because he signed the color he thought rightly identified the situation.

It was a misstep on his part, to even pry on a conversation that was not his to begin with, but well, he thought being a bit more social for once would prove useful. He didn't really think they'd pay attention to his gesture, seeing as he remained at the corner, watching. Despite that, these were his people, they would be for a while, it was mandatory for him to try... and a given that he'd attempt an approach someday.

Gray, he repeats in his head. A mixture of both black and white, a sign that not everything is as it seems, not as easy to review and categorize as initially stated. No villain is only a villain, no hero is only a hero... No soldier is only, well...

"[Gray has tones,]" he ends up using his communicator to express his reply back at her, wondering if she will actually humor him or not. "[Do you know yours?]"

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[frmagency]

❝ don't worry, i've done this before ❞ @rozl1n

that was the thing, corey was very, very worried. how could she not be? her job had been pretty safe, sat behind a desk in an office. the only real danger faced was if the air conditioner broke during the summer. 'i'll never end up in the field' hadn't been something she'd staunchly forced but . . more a given fact that her role never went out. but here she was.

she'd already accepted that she was going, there had been zero room for questioning that order, but she was still struggling to get over that hump of fear. ❝ i know you have. but i haven't. ❞ there was trust in roze and the others and their training and experience but, well, she was a civilian who'd only ever held, much less shot a gun, during company range day.

so yeah. she was worried. and doing a pretty awful job at keeping her mind from running about fifteen miles ahead of her. the vest, plate carrier, whatever the hell it was called felt weird. she wasn't used to it yet wasn't sure she would.

she was looking out of the window as they drove, if asked she'd play it off as 'being aware of their surroundings'. the first and last time she'd been here was way back when she'd worked for the state department, and unfortunately it hadn't changed much since then. if it had then shadow company wouldn't be here.

after all, this had come from the government, it'd been decided it was time to make a move and who else would they send into a truly fucked situation? shadow company obviously. and corey had just the 'luck' to have been the person who'd originally organized the file for this target years ago.

#𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞 ⸻ 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 #𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 ⸻ 𝘯𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

[eisiramdeus]

me following you everywhere w/ the intent to forceship 🔪

me (living in your walls) waiting behind ur slightly ajar bedroom door, ready to forceship when you unsuspectingly walk through

#𝐈𝐈. OUT OF CHARACTER. #rozl1n