Realistic or Modern We bring an ARSENAL

[ROUX]

-William-


Who the heck is J...? He barely had time to read the first text before he received another rather angry one from Davin...which was to be expected. He tried to ignore it, knowing that if he stared long enough he'd give in and answer it. There was no way to explain how he was an ex terrorist in a text message. He groaned and stared out the window, feeling a bit hopeless.


"We have reached the destination sir," the chauffeur announced, interupting his guilt session.


"About damn time," Will growled, opening the car door and getting blasted with cold air again. His sports jacket just wasn't doing the job today...he rubbed his hands together before heading towards the building, pushing open the door and heading for the elevator. He took a deep breath, feeling extremely anxious as he walked down the hall to the board room. Time to get to work.


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-Jasper-


Patience was a virtue that Jasper simply did not have. Or rather, did not have time for. He'd left the HQ when he was notified that his family's jet had landed in England (of course he'd kept tabs on everything,) and was royally ticked off that it was just getting there. The agent had literally drove over to the location, probably leaving everyone confused, and was irritated enough to forget his current situation with the whole fake death thing, not caring that he'd probably give William a heart attack.


Driving like a madman, he rounded a corner with his Lexus and drove straight for the plane, muttering obscenities under his breath as he jerked to a stop in front of it.

 

[kjsprk]

Babble was sitting in a chair and tapping his hand against a table. He tapped harder until it became a loud pounding.


"Okay! I'm bored!" Let's talk!" He looked around the room. Seeing as no one started talking, he started. "Alrighty then," he spun his chair around and used it like a podium.


"Hello my name is Babble and I have a problem with drinking..." He said in a depressed voice. He then chucked and point to a man at random.


"You there! Aussie man!" He was pointing at the man with the light Australian accent. "Why don't you come own up and tell the world a...little about yourself?!"


He walked towards him and put his hand on the mans shoulder as he announced this.

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

//Sean//

Stupid nicknames like "Muscles" he could deal with. Unresponsive coworkers he could handle. Snotty bigots he didn't even notice. However, the moment the loon's hand came inches to Sean's shoulder, he swerved out of the way, swatting at the stranger's limb just as it landed on his shoulder. "Touch me again and you'll be a double hooked pirate, you wombat," he growled, eyes clouding over as he glared at the person who addressed him as "Aussie." He snarled, stepping away from the strange man and turning his body to face him, shoulders tense.


"I won't be saying a bloody thing about myself until I know what I'm doing here. And you," he spat, unknowingly bristling. "Had better stay away from me before I knock your face in."
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[WrittenHollowness]

The jet doors had just opened up as Davin watched a shiny dark painted car skid to a loud halt not far from.the aircraft. He jogged down the steps, striding over to the vehicle with a bounce in his step.


If it was an ally, he'd welcome them.with open arms. An enemy would get several bones fractured and a lighter in the gas-tank.


Approaching catiously, he tapped on the window of the passenger side. He couldn't see past the blacked out windows, a detail that bpthered him to his core.


"Hey, open up! You're obviously here for me, seeing as you almost hit my jet." He laughed, a hint of malice on his tongue.

 

[kjsprk]

"Well aren't you a bundle of happiness and god damn sunshine! What happened? Mom not hold you enough? Or did she hold you too much? Maybe she dropped you? Any combination of the three is what it seems like." Babble backed away and threw his hands up in the air. "Look, don't care about knowing how you know how to make someone a double hooked pirate, though I'd love to have you teach me, but i know where you're coming from. One second I'm cozy at home in my little straight jacket sipping mntn Dew from a beer hat, the next second I'm in Liverpool, free, surrounded by people I don't know!" He charged the man and put a finger in his face. "Ya don't like me calling you Aussie, gimme a better name to call you then! Aussie!" He yelled in the man's face. "Damn that felt good!"

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

//Sean//

It was a blur to Sean as to how it happened, but he had grabbed the man by the front of the shirt and slammed him against the edge of the rather large table. His expression was calm, though the muscles in his arms throbbed as he fought the urge to move his hands from the shirt to a neck. "You don't talk about my mum," he hissed, his voice low as his eyes searched the other's. The veins in his neck twitched as he stared the man down. "Do it again, I dare you. Say something else, you damn fish!" Sean's voice became louder as he spoke, shaking the Swedish man as he tightened his grip on the other's shirt.



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[kjsprk]

"I was never into eating seafood, so if I'm a fish then I guess you AREN'T what you eat!" Babble started laughing his ass off. "Why can't I talk about dear mummy?" His voice changing to a proper English fellow's accent. "Pip pip, mummy's home with the tea!" Babble continued laughing. "Okay that was mean, let's start over! I'm super sorry, I really am bud." Babble held out his hand for a handshake as the oddly truthful apology slipped out of his lips. 'Coward' his consciousness mocked his actions.


"Ah fu** off you stupid brain." Babble returned to his thoughts.

 

[ROUX]

-William-


"What have I just walked into," Will said to no one in particular as he stepped into the room. No one looked happy, especially not the two in the center having a yelling match. "Can we possibly refrain from killing eachother until the mission?" He asked loudly, staring at them. He didn't think he could deal with extra noise at the moment, and besides, they'd all have to get along at some point. He spotted Lee and raised an eyebrow, making his way over to her with surprise etched on his face. "Didn't expect to see you here," he said, grinning. There was hope for them after all...


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-Jasper-


He rolled the window down, keeping his expression stoic as he peered out, though he was shocked to see another man standing there instead of his younger brother.


"Oh....you must be Davin. Then where is...never mind. Just get in the bloody car," he ordered. Jasper was having terrible luck today, thogh concluding that the couple must have gotten their calls at separate times. "I've got a group of criminals in my HQ, and I don't have time for dallying."

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin looked at the man, considering punching him multiple times until the situation made sense. He opted for getting in the car and having not brought any luggage on this excursion suddenly seemed like a good move. He slid into the leather seat, immediately drumming his fingers on the dashboard impatiently.

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

//Sean//

Sean's glare was hardly lessened at the apology, if not made worse. He clenched his jaw as he dropped the man, Babble - if Sean had payed attention correctly - and stepped back, rolling his neck and listening to the various pops. Slightly less agitated, he turned and moved to the other side of the table, passing the door and an angry blonde woman as he walked. Their eyes met and there seemed to be a mutual thought of, 'I have much better things to do than be here.'



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\\Celine\\

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The moment she walked into the board room after being escorted, Celine wished she had knocked out her driver and gone into hiding. There were far too many people in the room for her liking. Even one would have been too many, actually. Accustomed to getting her information and instructions through a telephone, Celine did not appreciate the unpleasant change and atmosphere. Everyone looked either ready to murder someone, which Celine was definitely willing to do if it meant getting back home, or as confused as an owl. Sighing, she frowned and raised an eyebrow as one of the others passed her, a scowl on his face. I probably feel the same way you do, monsieur - If not ten times worse, she thought. However, seeing as she finally got to her mystery destination, she let herself relax and set her expression into a set of bored and blank features. Keeping her gaze set straight ahead, she moved to sit and cross one leg over the other, promptly folding her hands over her lap.

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[Hi Im Red]

James almost scoffed at the banter between the Aussie and Swedish man, it seemed almost like 'Muscles' would kill Sweden if he didn't back off. Too familiar to his eyes; he was going to step in but now he could truly see how big of idiots him and his ex-boyfriend looked when they fought. Of course James was always high whenever they fought, it 98% of the reason they fought. He still remembered being high the night before his boyfriend left.


Three Years Earlier:

"You're like this, everyday I come home. How am I supposed to trust a man so high off the ground to protect my daughter? How T.J," T.J was roughly pushed against the refrigerator by his oh so gentle boyfriend. His back ached as it hit the door handle. James' joint fell from his lips as he groaned, but that didn't stop his boyfriend, no. He grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the fridge harder, "How?!" he growled at T.J, teeth clenched and jaw set, his hand wound so tight around his neck he wasn't getting air to his lungs.


"Daddy?" four year old Harley had tears starting to well up in her eyes, clutching a bear in one hand. Her big doe eyes looked up at him with sadness seeing him hurt her other father.


It took a while to get Harley back down, however when James did, it was already sunrise. He needed sleep just as much as Harley did. However when he went to his room he found open drawers, clothes on the floor, half of the things gone and an empty bed. He was gone, just like that. T.J did take away something from their fight though, he couldn't be high and protect his daughter, it wasn't safe. So he didn't get high again, but of course still had the occasional cigarette.
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Present day:


James was quick to respond to the new man's(Will) words, "Mission?" he questioned. Yeah sure, a mission for the Feds, they do them all the time but why have the criminals do it threaten them to do it, might he add. He uncrossed his arms, his brows raising questionably, "How do you know this is a mission?" he questioned the new man in the room.

 

[kjsprk]

"Good boy." Babble said as his body hit the ground hard. He stood up, "Anyone else wanna let out their inner psycho?" He stared down the group, breathing heavily.


"No? Good. Didn't feel like hearing it anyway." He took his seat at the table and began humming Dirty Paws.

 

[ROUX]

-Jasper-


He wasted no time in speeding back to the base, determined on getting the meeting started, and ignoring the tension he could feel brewing in the vehicle. He pulled up, pushing the door open and looking over his shoulder at the other man. "Let's go, shall we?"


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-William-


"Wouldn't you like to know...well I was notified of this about a month ago...reasons unimportant. I just didn't know the actual plan was this ridiculous," Will said, scowling. The American was just as unhappy about the current arrangement as anyone else in the room, and he wasn't afraid to express it.


"Nevertheless, it's happening whether we like it or not." He took a seat, leaning his elbow on the table with his chin in his hand, bristling at the humming of the man next to him.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Now isn't that just wonderful?" T.J said sarcastically as he picked underneath his nails. He was too jittery to sit, and he wouldn't be calm unless he found out the real reason that he was here. He brought his hand up, nibbling at the nail on his finger, a bad little habit of his he picked up over the years. But sometimes it helped soothe the urge for a cigarette. James didn't need to ask, he knew he wasn't allowed to smoke in such a high up office space. "Now we wait," he mumbled beneath his breath, tapping his toe on the ground repeatedly

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin glided along with the wild drifts and turns of the man behind the wheel, enjoying that fact that he was a speeding impaired as well. He took the opportunity to warn Will that he was en route to the disclosed location.


"Are you usually this mute or am I sitting on the remote?" He asked as they made another haphazard turn. The roads seemed to be less crowded on the path his driver had chosen.


Looking over, Davin's brow started to furrow in thought as he observed his driver's face. "You look so familiar...do I know you from somewhere?" He asked, scratching the gruff of a five o'clock shadow on his face.


The car skidded into another stop, and Davin promptly got out of the vehicle. As he headed toward the double doors, he racked his head on where he had seen that face.

 

[Wishfully]

Lee sank deeper into her seat as the argument played out in front of her. The woman felt absolutely no need to intervene and looked down at her phone when she felt the vibration. She blinked in confusion as she read the text. So Davin was coming here too... Lee frowned, though she wasn't actually unhappy she would get a chance to see the man. They were friends, after all- best friends, if she had to claim one. Yup, they got me. Lee sighed and sent the simple reply before glaring back up at the fray. Ugh, how annoying. All this yelling was so unnecessary, and she felt like she was already going to hate this whole "team" thing. Lee was never a fan of group work, and so far, this group didn't seem like it'd be easy to work with. As the little spat heated up, she thought about placing a bet on the Australian, but then refrained as she noticed someone familiar enter the room. Plus, it seemed as if the fighting was fizzling down. "Will..." Lee frowned as he approached her. "Well I didn't exactly expect to be here either. It's probably your fault I am," she huffed accusingly, referring to their previous crimes. She folded her arms and looked away from the man for a moment before breaking and turning back toward him. "But I'm glad you're here..." she mumbled with a slight smile. Lee glanced around at the others, wondering why their fearless Fed leader had suddenly ditched. How unprofessional.

 

[ROUX]

-Jasper-


"You'll recognize me soon enough," Jasper muttered to Davin before kicking open the door to the board room and throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated with the situation. He snatched his computer closer to him on the table before settling them all with a steely gaze, not bothering to apologize for the abrupt absence.


"Great, now that we're all here, I can actually get something done. We'll start with..." He trailed off as his gaze landed on his little brother...who didn't really look quite so little anymore.


Sure, he'd seen a few pictures here and there, but seeing William in person was more unusually shocking than he had initially imagined it to be. A flash of that shock- an additionally guilt -showed on his face, as the brothers stared at eachother with their shared green eyes. Jasper cleared his throat, not really knowing what to say, before ignoring the man completely and busying himself with connecting his laptop to the large television behind him.


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-William-


He smiled at Lee, though mentally punching himself at the fact that he had gotten her into this mess. But would that mean....


He looked up sharply when the door was kicked open by a tall dark haired figure, followed by Dav, answering the question.


William felt like an idiot. "Oh HELL," he said out loud without realising it, resisting the urge to throw himself out a window for the stupidity. Of course his husband would have been called too...though he had sincerely hoped he wouldn't have been. He groaned and was preparing himself for a yelling match when he suddenly caught sight of the taller man's face as he headed toward his MacBook.


It couldn't be. Just couldn't have been. Though the stranger in the trench coat did somehow had the face of his murdered brother. Will's mind wanted to rule it out as a coincidence, an illusion even. But it was when the man opened his mouth that he knew. He knew. Will would have recognized the velvety tone- forever laced with hints of sarcasm- anywhere, even through the impeccably flawless British accent. He didn't really know how to react to the revelation at first, but then his elder brother proceeded to ignore him, the shock and horror switched to controlled rage, any confusion being covered by the steady anger that he'd tried to avoid for so long.


As the American shot up from his chair, knocking it on the floor behind him, he could practically feel the cold nothingness taking over his actions. He strode over to his brother emotionlessly, before slamming the laptop closed with one hand and grabbing the Englishman's throat with the other. He squeezed, walking forward until he had the other man pinned to the wall with a rigid arm before staring up at him with an icy gaze.


"You died. I watched you die....and If you don't explain this, I'll kill you again."

 

[BloodThunder27]

-Jasper-
"You'll recognize me soon enough," Jasper muttered to Davin before kicking open the door to the board room and throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated with the situation. He snatched his computer closer to him on the table before settling them all with a steely gaze, not bothering to apologize for the abrupt absence.


"Great, now that we're all here, I can actually get something done. We'll start with..." He trailed off as his gaze landed on his little brother...who didn't really look quite so little anymore.


Sure, he'd seen a few pictures here and there, but seeing William in person was more unusually shocking than he had initially imagined it to be. A flash of that shock- an additionally guilt -showed on his face, as the brothers stared at eachother with their shared green eyes. Jasper cleared his throat, not really knowing what to say, before ignoring the man completely and busying himself with connecting his laptop to the large television behind him.


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-William-


He smiled at Lee, though mentally punching himself at the fact that he had gotten her into this mess. But would that mean....


He looked up sharply when the door was kicked open by a tall dark haired figure, followed by Dav, answering the question.


William felt like an idiot. "Oh HELL," he said out loud without realising it, resisting the urge to throw himself out a window for the stupidity. Of course his husband would have been called too...though he had sincerely hoped he wouldn't have been. He groaned and was preparing himself for a yelling match when he suddenly caught sight of the taller man's face as he headed toward his MacBook.


It couldn't be. Just couldn't have been. Though the stranger in the trench coat did somehow had the face of his murdered brother. Will's mind wanted to rule it out as a coincidence, an illusion even. But it was when the man opened his mouth that he knew. He knew. Will would have recognized the velvety tone- forever laced with hints of sarcasm- anywhere, even through the impeccably flawless British accent. He didn't really know how to react to the revelation at first, but then his elder brother proceeded to ignore him, the shock and horror switched to controlled rage, any confusion being covered by the steady anger that he'd tried to avoid for so long.


As the American shot up from his chair, knocking it on the floor behind him, he could practically feel the cold nothingness taking over his actions. He strode over to his brother emotionlessly, before slamming the laptop closed with one hand and grabbing the Englishman's throat with the other. He squeezed, walking forward until he had the other man pinned to the wall with a rigid arm before staring up at him with an icy gaze.


"You died. I watched you die....and If you don't explain this, I'll kill you again."

Jasmine just folded her arms. While she was not impatient, she really did just want to get things over with. She waited for the leader to set out the instructions as she sat on the hood of her car.

 

[Hi Im Red]

T.J watched the situation change from bad to worse seeing that the Fed was now held up against the wall. He felt like he should intervene at some point, but he just shrugged his shoulders, a smirk on his lips. He would have killed the man himself -that is, if he wasn't trying to stop the mass murders. So he merely sat back and enjoyed the show, from what he picked up it was a personal matter and the two had some history, the Fed clearly trying to avoid it. But if e really wanted to avoid it then he should have rethought bringing the other here.

 

[The Almighty Cutie]

//Sean//

It had been one thing for Sean to have attacked the lunatic - the man didn't seem to be very important. However, he couldn't help but feel a bit uncertain as he watched one of the others pin the Fed to the wall. Jasper was, after all, in charge of whatever it was they were in the forsaken room for. To threaten him would more than likely mean getting into some serious crap with the other agents. "Hey," he began, pushing himself off of the spot he had been leaning on against the table. As no one seemed very eager to intervene, he moved to the two men near the wall and tried to pry his arms in between them. "Hey! Calm the hell down, buddy." His gaze was fixed on the newcomer, mixed eyes glaring against the other man's face. "Sit down before any other suits barge in."

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[kjsprk]

Babble was getting restless.


"Kill 'em! Do it!" He said routing on the fighting. He wanted so despreatly to jump up and start swinging, yet he could not find reason to.


'Punch one of them!' His thoughts yelled.


"Which one?" He said standing up, fist cocked.


'All of them!' Returned his mind.


"I...can't." Babble sat back down, he had a headache.

 

[Ney]

"Whoa there," Vanny spoke up, eyes wide at the guy who called himself Babble. Where in the friggin world was she right now? She blinked at the chaos. She would think that the meeting would be a little bit more professional. She cleared her throat and stepped further into the room.


"I'm sorry, am I in the right place? Because if I'm really in a room full of criminals, like that guy said," Vanny gestured to one of the brunet men, not sure which one actually said it, "then I'd prefer to know why. Hopefully, before the psycho starts killing people."


She paused, then seemed to have a second thought. "And if everyone here really is a criminal..." She looked around the room, staring precariously at the ragtag bunch of adults. She realized then that this room was probably among the most dangerous places to be in the world at the moment. "The hell are you guys in for?" She stepped away from Babble.


A shiver shot up her spine at the thought that some of these people could be killers... She was a thief, killing wasn't really in her job description. She aimed to get through her jobs with as little bloodshed as possible, and she hated it still. It brought back so many unwanted memories of her forgotten past, and even made her the slightest bit uncomfortable.

 

[Hi Im Red]

T.J watched the fight be broken apart easily, "What the matter Muscles?" He asked with a smirk, "not enjoying the show?" James pushe off against the wall he was leaning on, in crossing his arms, "You can't tell me you didn't want to do the same to this idiot," he said giving the Aussie a pointed look. Maybe he would have stepped in, that was if he didn't want to watch the Fed get beat up, but maybe after a while he would stop the fighting, only because he wanted to get home sooner.


Home; that was defiantly something he missed, even if he wasn't even gone a full day. That didn't matter, he wanted -no needed to be back in his shitty little apartment, where he could be with his daughter and watch her come home from school, excited to tell stories about her day, then go about his daily routine. He missed it back in Manhattan, God he missed it so much.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin stepped forward and effortlessly glided into the middle of the chaos. He pulled out the gun in the back of his jeans and cocked it--safety off, one bullet in the chamber. "Alright, now, I don't care who started it but I will finish this now. " He pointed the gun at the man who was just about as muscular as he was. "You, back away now. Get your hands off my Willie." he sighed. And as he turned to William, he could only muster the look of complacent boredom on his face. "Really, love? A text?" He asked, taking a shot at his feet--intentionally missing, of course. "That's strike two. Next time, I aim higher." he growled, turning the gunpoint back at the wall of muscle and keeping hius attention on his driver, who's identidy finally came to him. "Jasper. Explain yourself, swiftly, unless you want me to let Will skin you alive and turn you into a pair of sneakers." Davin commanded in a cool, eased tone.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Jasmine then tried to calm things down a bit more, hoping to ease the tension between her two teammates. "Now, now, we're all friends here. No need to get worked up. Plus, we can just talk it out. No need to be pointing guns at each other." She said calmly.