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Post by Brand on Nov 18, 2009 4:10:57 GMT
Abigail stood in the shower, letting the hot water run over her. How long had it been since she had a decent shower? Far too long- her last mission had gone on for much longer then she had expected. She had completed it successfully of course, and there was one less hideout for that terrorist group, and many fewer members. But she had missed a lot in the time she was gone- Mutants being outed to the general public, for one. SHIELD had known that she was one, of course, but the existence of mutants had been classified. Or at least it was, until they became public knowledge because of Magneto.
She rinsed the last of the dark hair dye out of her green hair- after all, green hair did tend to stick out, especially while on undercover missions.
A few minutes later she was out of the shower, dried off and dressed, and eyeing the paperwork that was piled up on her desk. And another minute later, that paperwork was still piled up on her desk, and she was making her way through the SHIELD base, searching for something to do.
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Post by barton on Nov 18, 2009 21:12:45 GMT
Clint folded his arms behind his head as he casually strolled through the halls, having just finished a lengthy training session and making his way to grab some well deserved food while he had a few scant minutes to spare.
Life had certainly taken a weird turn in the last few months following Magneto’s revelation to the mankind about mutant threat amongst them, a revelation that was still sending shockwaves around the world to this day. Even here, in the heart of SHIELD HQ, it had caused a lot of unrest and mistrust amongst his co-workers, and Clint could no longer walk down the corridors without receiving at least one distrustful glare or flat-out dismissal. Of course this was nothing new to the marksman, although it was usually over some prank or some insubordination rather than anything to do with his genetic makeup.
A familiar flash of green caught his attention, causing the cocky agent to smirk slightly and speed up to catch up to it. There was only one person he knew that had that particular shade of green working for SHIELD, and it’d been a while since he’d annoyed caught up with her. “Hey, Abbs! Long time no see, just get back?”
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Post by elektra on Nov 19, 2009 6:49:06 GMT
A flurry of punches and a high kick impacted with the punching dummy in the gym and another strong kick sent the thing flying across the room. The raven haired greek assassin crouched, resting her arms on her knees and taking in slow breaths. After a minute, she stood back up snatching her red towel from the bench, wiping the sweat from her face and slinging it over her shoulders. She bent over again to snatch her water bottle and took a swash of water before going to the showers to clean off. Once that was done dressing into a black tank top, a pair of jeans and black shades, she packed her work out clothes in her little red gym bag and walked out of the gym. Walking down the halls, she spotted two persons seemed to be conversing. She was rather curious to know how Abagail's mission worked out so, she went over and joined the two.
"Always good to see you make it back alive. How did the mission go?" Elektra asked staring at Abby through her sunglasses, then turned to Clint with a nod.
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Post by Brand on Nov 28, 2009 17:29:50 GMT
The one thing that Brnad hadn't expected from the other agents of SHIELD was the general looks of mistrust that she got from other agents as she made her way through the base. She had told her commanding officers in SHIELD, and her teammates as well, that she was a mutant. That had been good enough for her.
And although she would never admit it to anyone, those looks pissed her off a bit- after all, she was a good agent. Her powers only increased her effectiveness as a SHIELD operative- especially with her omnilingual abilities.
But whatever, she wouldn't worry about it. If other agents didn't like her simply because of her genetic makeup, that was their problem, not hers.
"Yeah, I just got back." she responded once Clint approached her, then nodded in greeting to Elektra once she neared them as well.
"It was the usual, really. Sneak in, spy on people, then kill them and then blow some stuff up." Brand continued.
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Post by barton on Nov 30, 2009 12:35:45 GMT
Clint smirked, dropping his arms from behind his head to give Elektra a small half wave in greeting as she slid into view. “Hey, El. Finally finished knocking the sweet bejesus out of the punching bags, eh?”
He’d been in the gym a bit before the Greek Assassin had decided to grace it with her presence, thankfully the other side and away from her barrage of hell she rained down upon the poor lifeless practice equipment. He’d learned a while ago not to get in between the raven haired woman and her practice while at the gym, she certainly took it a little too seriously in Clint’s books. Still, couldn’t argue with the results... He almost zoned out at that train of thoughts, thankfully saved however by Brand’s continuation of her mission report.
“You know, once upon a time, that would of sounded bad that our usual consist of all that...” He shrugged lightly, gesturing with his hands absently as he talked. “...Now, not so much. Not too sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
It was true; working for SHIELD had given him a slightly skewed view on what was ‘bad’ and what was ‘good’ due to the constant living in the grey areas of life. You either quickly developed a ends justify the means approach to your work, or you quickly burned out. Then again, burning out was common regardless of if you managed to buckle down, the high stress nature of the job tended to get to you eventually if you couldn’t cope with it. Thank god for tacos and cheap, meaningless sex was all Clint could say.
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Post by elektra on Dec 5, 2009 10:53:45 GMT
"They're there for a reason, Clint." she replied to the archer's statement about her training. "What better way to relieve stress than beating the hell out of something? Well, there are other ways, but I'll keep things PG-13 for the moment. " she said and then turned to Brand.
"Oh...my favorite kind of mission." Elektra smirked and crossed her arms. Some people's jaws would probably drop at 'the usual' but, when it came to SHEILD, or rather both of Elektra's lives in general, murder and mayhem were sadly just routine. certainly beat the hell out of boring old politics like she had planned to study in college, that's for sure. "Not really good or bad...then again, my moral compass was fucked up long ago. I look at it as you have to do what you have to do. At least when we are sent to raise hell, it's for a cause and to keep the peace. Or I should say stability since peace in this world will never happen."
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