Aryk Larson |PF| *Last night had been another hell night. I normally didn't mind when spirits came to visit me, I just hated when they woke me out of a dead sleep and then just stood there staring. Sighing, I slide out of bed and start heading towards the bathroom when I hear my phone buzz. Odd, usually they don't email me until at least 9:00. Picking up my phone, I frown as I see I have been transferred. It's not unheard of. Due to my powers, I tend to go from one office to another.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *This time however, I notice a part of the invoice that I am not so sure I like. {Meeting at 100 for briefing and partner introduction.} Partner introduction? I have never had a partner in the past nor do I need one. Many people treat me like a dumb fool when they first meet me because I don't speak. This is just what I needed this morning. Tossing my phone on the bed, I head into the bathroom to get ready for the day.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *Arriving a little early for the meeting, I peek into the meeting room and see no one is there. Again, it's not unusual for me to be the first one to meetings. Stepping out into the hall, I catch a dark shadow out of the corner of my eye. The shadow is actually a man leaning against the far wall. By the look of him, he doesn't seem very friendly. Leaning against the wall next to the door, I scroll through my phone as a couple of spirits float by. They seem a little agitated, which isn't unusual. Spirits, for the most part, act like a normal person would. But sometimes, they go a little crazy. I think it has to do with the being dead thing. The spirits stop in front of the man and give him a fearful look before fading away into the ether. Odd. Most spirits ignore people except those that can see them. The soft clacking of shoes alerts me to Mack's arrival. Smiling politely at him, I motion for him to go in first. He seems a bit surprised but enters ahead of me anyway. Sitting in a chair to his right, I am partially dismayed when the shadow man walks in and takes the seat opposite me. Oh goody, he is my new partner*
Mack Thompson |PF| *He'd taken a moment to go check the data division. There had been a few possible interactions in code that no one could break. He hadn't been able to make heads or tails of it either, so he'd forwarded it to the next link in the Psiforce chain. Someone in their network would know something, just had to make it to that person first.*
Mack Thompson |PF| *Checking his watch, he sighed. He'd thought this would be a good idea, but a part of him was definitely worried about the loss of more agents. Plans put into motion could easily be ruined by the attitudes the agents generally had from working in the shadows. As Aryk motioned him forward, he headed for his desk, taking a moment to look over the two men sitting in front of him. One glowering, one smiling but seeming uneasy. This was going to be an ordeal*
Mack Thompson |PF| Larson, Tieran. I assume introductions haven't been done, nor are particularly wanted. *Shuffling their files briefly, he laced his fingers together as he met their gazes again* I'm sure it comes as no surprise to either of you that the agency feels you've been alone too long. Regardless of what we prefer, Psiforce functions better as a unit, and that means teams. You two got the shit end of the stick in this raffle. So. Any questions, complaints, raging, feel free to get it out now, as when you walk out of that door, you are officially partners and will react as such.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He'd shown up early for the meeting he'd been demanded to attend. He hadn't been particularly thrilled, but truthfully, he'd known this day was coming. He'd just hoped if he stayed out of headquarters often enough, they'd forget about him and move along. Clearly, he should have worked harder to be more of a pain in the ass. His brow rose as another male came up to stand across the hall, but neither made a movement towards each other. The male shifted uncomfortably, his gaze following something through the hall that Tyler couldn't see. Strange.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Hearing Mack, he scowled as his ass had barely touched the leather seat before Mack started his spiel. Did he do this for everyone, or just for the special cases? Glancing toward the other agent again, his lips firmed into a thin line* No. *As Mack glanced up, eyes narrowing, he held up a palm to continue* Look, I get it. Psiforce, stronger together, whatever-the-fuck rah rah bullshit. I work alone. I don't need a partner, and certainly not someone who I can't trust at my own damn back. *Sizing up the other male, he snorted* What are you, 130 soaking wet? General, I got shit I gotta do, and being saddled with a babysitting job ain't one of 'em.
Aryk Larson |PF| *Raising an eyebrow at the shadow man, I roll my eyes at his assumptions. Signing to Mack* ~I don't want to be partnered with him. If anything, I would probably shoot him myself. Clearly he is unstable and I don't like how spirits react to him.~
Mack Thompson |PF| *Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he barely with-held a grimace. The stunned look on Tieran's face as he witnessed the exchange would have been laughable if he didn't need these two to pull up their big girl panties and get with the damn program.* He is not unstable, Aryk, he's passed all of the physicals with flying colors. Angry, impossible, irritating thorn in my side? Sure, but show me an agent who isn't most days. If you shoot him, I'll have to fill out paperwork and it'll come out of your hide. *Groaning, he swore he felt another headache coming on* The spirits hardly care for anyone, Larson. They're dead. They have plenty of time to learn to deal. Might be a nice holiday, not having to worry about a stroke before retiring. *Turning to Tyler, he shook his head* The he-man alpha bullshit has gotten you this far. Your last team served their countries well on solo ops, but that means you cannot be used again for such missions. You need a readjustment period and frankly, you need to learn to socialize with your fellow agents.
Mack Thompson |PF| This is not a negotiation. I expect both of you waiting for your next mission at 0700. You have tonight to do the introduction crap and get your assets sorted.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He'd been stunned speechless. What the shit was this? Eying the signs, he growled low in the back of his throat. Unstable, was he? Little fucker. And spirits? Well shit, explained that there was nothing wrong with the bastard's eyesight at least.* I socialize just fucking fine, General. I just don't socialize here, or with you. *Standing, he didn't bother to wait to be dismissed. Figuring his new partner would follow if he intended to do this bullshit hand-holding "let's get to know each other" shit, he headed straight for the coffee machine near the back of the training rooms. Taking his time to stir in sugar and cream, he turned, sipping the screaming hot liquid with a small sigh of pleasure. Caffeine, the nectar of the Gods.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Spotting Larson standing further down the hall, he groaned again* Jesus. Look, we got no damn choice in this, might as well stop acting like I'm going to bite you before you even get a chance to piss me off. Be easier to speak if you'd actually be in the same fucking room. *Ignoring the angry glare the man shot him, he slumped into one of the chairs, leaning back to stretch his legs out as he took in the sight of his new, unapproved, unwanted partner* Do you speak, like, at all?
Aryk Larson |PF| *Scowling at Tieran, I ignore his question and go over to a vending machine. I make sure to take as long as possible selecting my beverage before sitting in a seat far away from him. I hate this guy. I am pretty sure I have never hated anyone more. The way he looked at me made me want to claw his eyes out.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *Opening my juice, I take a sip before slowly shaking my head. In Mack's office, I noticed he could understand my signing, so at least I wouldn't have to carry a notepad with me. Signing at him* ~I was born mute. But my ears work fine, so does my brain. I have logged hundreds of hours in the shooting range and passed all hand to hand combat tests. I don't need you wiping the drool off of my chin. Just don't treat me like I'm mentally challenged or say rude things about my powers and we'll be fine.~
Mack Thompson |PF| *As the two disappeared, he let out a heavy breath. His job was done. If he heard maintenance over the intercom for cleanup, it meant one of them had shot the other. Good news, the agents in Psiforce were the best so they'd likely be in smaller, easier to manage pieces by the time cleaning crews got there. The fact that the thought was comforting should tell him he was getting too damn old for this.*
Mack Thompson |PF| *Switching on the secured laptop, he keyed in the code letting the rest of the agency know the transfer was complete. Tomorrow, he'd get the files on their first assignment. Never know. This could surprise the hell out of them all and actually work. Stranger things had happened in this psych ward masquerading as a government agency.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Sighing, he wiped a tired hand over his face, noticing a few of the females from intel were peering into the small room. Giggling like goddamned idiots as they practically undressed them with their eyes. Thankfully, as far as he knew, none of them actually had that ability as of yet.* That shit's why ain't none of 'em got a damn chance. Damned undignified and nothing but problems. *Speaking of problems. Twisting the cup in his hand, he finally gave a small shrug* Look, it ain't personal. I work alone. I prefer it that way. But for some fucking reason the General feels we gotta be taught to play nice. So fine, I'll play the hell along. Don't get fucking comfortable though. I intend to make damn sure that this is the one and only partner assignment I get handed down. Sucks for you, but again, it isn't personal. You're just the poor dumb bastard in my way. As for being mentally challenged or bitching about your powers? Well, that's shit I gotta learn on the job, right? Let's hope you can keep up.
Aryk Larson |PF| *I nod slowly after he finishes talking. There is an awkward silence before I stand up and grab a piece of paper from the printer. On it, I write my full name, number, and address and hand it to him* ~Just in case you need to get in touch with me. I can answer the phone fine but obviously you won't be able to hear me.~ *Walking towards the door, I see some girls run off in a loud screech of giggles. Ugh. Turning back towards Tieran* ~Listen, I don't want to do this either but you really should get over the fact that this might be more permanent than you want it to be. I'm really not that bad of a guy and I keep to myself. If you need anything, let me know.~ *Heading out the door, I let out a sigh I have been keeping in for the past hour. Life just got a lot more complicated.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Scowling, he took the paper, shoving it into his pocket. Larson could think what he wanted, but he had zero intentions of this being a permanent situation. Mack thought the last agents had been a pain in the ass. He hadn't even gotten started yet. He'd give it one mission. If shit didn't work out, he'd make damn sure this bullshit partnership got reassigned to someone who gave a damn. Standing, he turned on his heel and headed out into the bright sunshine. Pulling a pair of dark shades on, he made his way to the garage he'd parked in off of the street. Food, beer, and one last damn night without a barnacle on his ass. Sounded like heaven to him.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *Arriving a little early for the meeting, I peek into the meeting room and see no one is there. Again, it's not unusual for me to be the first one to meetings. Stepping out into the hall, I catch a dark shadow out of the corner of my eye. The shadow is actually a man leaning against the far wall. By the look of him, he doesn't seem very friendly. Leaning against the wall next to the door, I scroll through my phone as a couple of spirits float by. They seem a little agitated, which isn't unusual. Spirits, for the most part, act like a normal person would. But sometimes, they go a little crazy. I think it has to do with the being dead thing. The spirits stop in front of the man and give him a fearful look before fading away into the ether. Odd. Most spirits ignore people except those that can see them. The soft clacking of shoes alerts me to Mack's arrival. Smiling politely at him, I motion for him to go in first. He seems a bit surprised but enters ahead of me anyway. Sitting in a chair to his right, I am partially dismayed when the shadow man walks in and takes the seat opposite me. Oh goody, he is my new partner*
Mack Thompson |PF| *He'd taken a moment to go check the data division. There had been a few possible interactions in code that no one could break. He hadn't been able to make heads or tails of it either, so he'd forwarded it to the next link in the Psiforce chain. Someone in their network would know something, just had to make it to that person first.*
Mack Thompson |PF| *Checking his watch, he sighed. He'd thought this would be a good idea, but a part of him was definitely worried about the loss of more agents. Plans put into motion could easily be ruined by the attitudes the agents generally had from working in the shadows. As Aryk motioned him forward, he headed for his desk, taking a moment to look over the two men sitting in front of him. One glowering, one smiling but seeming uneasy. This was going to be an ordeal*
Mack Thompson |PF| Larson, Tieran. I assume introductions haven't been done, nor are particularly wanted. *Shuffling their files briefly, he laced his fingers together as he met their gazes again* I'm sure it comes as no surprise to either of you that the agency feels you've been alone too long. Regardless of what we prefer, Psiforce functions better as a unit, and that means teams. You two got the shit end of the stick in this raffle. So. Any questions, complaints, raging, feel free to get it out now, as when you walk out of that door, you are officially partners and will react as such.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He'd shown up early for the meeting he'd been demanded to attend. He hadn't been particularly thrilled, but truthfully, he'd known this day was coming. He'd just hoped if he stayed out of headquarters often enough, they'd forget about him and move along. Clearly, he should have worked harder to be more of a pain in the ass. His brow rose as another male came up to stand across the hall, but neither made a movement towards each other. The male shifted uncomfortably, his gaze following something through the hall that Tyler couldn't see. Strange.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Hearing Mack, he scowled as his ass had barely touched the leather seat before Mack started his spiel. Did he do this for everyone, or just for the special cases? Glancing toward the other agent again, his lips firmed into a thin line* No. *As Mack glanced up, eyes narrowing, he held up a palm to continue* Look, I get it. Psiforce, stronger together, whatever-the-fuck rah rah bullshit. I work alone. I don't need a partner, and certainly not someone who I can't trust at my own damn back. *Sizing up the other male, he snorted* What are you, 130 soaking wet? General, I got shit I gotta do, and being saddled with a babysitting job ain't one of 'em.
Aryk Larson |PF| *Raising an eyebrow at the shadow man, I roll my eyes at his assumptions. Signing to Mack* ~I don't want to be partnered with him. If anything, I would probably shoot him myself. Clearly he is unstable and I don't like how spirits react to him.~
Mack Thompson |PF| *Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he barely with-held a grimace. The stunned look on Tieran's face as he witnessed the exchange would have been laughable if he didn't need these two to pull up their big girl panties and get with the damn program.* He is not unstable, Aryk, he's passed all of the physicals with flying colors. Angry, impossible, irritating thorn in my side? Sure, but show me an agent who isn't most days. If you shoot him, I'll have to fill out paperwork and it'll come out of your hide. *Groaning, he swore he felt another headache coming on* The spirits hardly care for anyone, Larson. They're dead. They have plenty of time to learn to deal. Might be a nice holiday, not having to worry about a stroke before retiring. *Turning to Tyler, he shook his head* The he-man alpha bullshit has gotten you this far. Your last team served their countries well on solo ops, but that means you cannot be used again for such missions. You need a readjustment period and frankly, you need to learn to socialize with your fellow agents.
Mack Thompson |PF| This is not a negotiation. I expect both of you waiting for your next mission at 0700. You have tonight to do the introduction crap and get your assets sorted.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He'd been stunned speechless. What the shit was this? Eying the signs, he growled low in the back of his throat. Unstable, was he? Little fucker. And spirits? Well shit, explained that there was nothing wrong with the bastard's eyesight at least.* I socialize just fucking fine, General. I just don't socialize here, or with you. *Standing, he didn't bother to wait to be dismissed. Figuring his new partner would follow if he intended to do this bullshit hand-holding "let's get to know each other" shit, he headed straight for the coffee machine near the back of the training rooms. Taking his time to stir in sugar and cream, he turned, sipping the screaming hot liquid with a small sigh of pleasure. Caffeine, the nectar of the Gods.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Spotting Larson standing further down the hall, he groaned again* Jesus. Look, we got no damn choice in this, might as well stop acting like I'm going to bite you before you even get a chance to piss me off. Be easier to speak if you'd actually be in the same fucking room. *Ignoring the angry glare the man shot him, he slumped into one of the chairs, leaning back to stretch his legs out as he took in the sight of his new, unapproved, unwanted partner* Do you speak, like, at all?
Aryk Larson |PF| *Scowling at Tieran, I ignore his question and go over to a vending machine. I make sure to take as long as possible selecting my beverage before sitting in a seat far away from him. I hate this guy. I am pretty sure I have never hated anyone more. The way he looked at me made me want to claw his eyes out.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *Opening my juice, I take a sip before slowly shaking my head. In Mack's office, I noticed he could understand my signing, so at least I wouldn't have to carry a notepad with me. Signing at him* ~I was born mute. But my ears work fine, so does my brain. I have logged hundreds of hours in the shooting range and passed all hand to hand combat tests. I don't need you wiping the drool off of my chin. Just don't treat me like I'm mentally challenged or say rude things about my powers and we'll be fine.~
Mack Thompson |PF| *As the two disappeared, he let out a heavy breath. His job was done. If he heard maintenance over the intercom for cleanup, it meant one of them had shot the other. Good news, the agents in Psiforce were the best so they'd likely be in smaller, easier to manage pieces by the time cleaning crews got there. The fact that the thought was comforting should tell him he was getting too damn old for this.*
Mack Thompson |PF| *Switching on the secured laptop, he keyed in the code letting the rest of the agency know the transfer was complete. Tomorrow, he'd get the files on their first assignment. Never know. This could surprise the hell out of them all and actually work. Stranger things had happened in this psych ward masquerading as a government agency.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Sighing, he wiped a tired hand over his face, noticing a few of the females from intel were peering into the small room. Giggling like goddamned idiots as they practically undressed them with their eyes. Thankfully, as far as he knew, none of them actually had that ability as of yet.* That shit's why ain't none of 'em got a damn chance. Damned undignified and nothing but problems. *Speaking of problems. Twisting the cup in his hand, he finally gave a small shrug* Look, it ain't personal. I work alone. I prefer it that way. But for some fucking reason the General feels we gotta be taught to play nice. So fine, I'll play the hell along. Don't get fucking comfortable though. I intend to make damn sure that this is the one and only partner assignment I get handed down. Sucks for you, but again, it isn't personal. You're just the poor dumb bastard in my way. As for being mentally challenged or bitching about your powers? Well, that's shit I gotta learn on the job, right? Let's hope you can keep up.
Aryk Larson |PF| *I nod slowly after he finishes talking. There is an awkward silence before I stand up and grab a piece of paper from the printer. On it, I write my full name, number, and address and hand it to him* ~Just in case you need to get in touch with me. I can answer the phone fine but obviously you won't be able to hear me.~ *Walking towards the door, I see some girls run off in a loud screech of giggles. Ugh. Turning back towards Tieran* ~Listen, I don't want to do this either but you really should get over the fact that this might be more permanent than you want it to be. I'm really not that bad of a guy and I keep to myself. If you need anything, let me know.~ *Heading out the door, I let out a sigh I have been keeping in for the past hour. Life just got a lot more complicated.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Scowling, he took the paper, shoving it into his pocket. Larson could think what he wanted, but he had zero intentions of this being a permanent situation. Mack thought the last agents had been a pain in the ass. He hadn't even gotten started yet. He'd give it one mission. If shit didn't work out, he'd make damn sure this bullshit partnership got reassigned to someone who gave a damn. Standing, he turned on his heel and headed out into the bright sunshine. Pulling a pair of dark shades on, he made his way to the garage he'd parked in off of the street. Food, beer, and one last damn night without a barnacle on his ass. Sounded like heaven to him.*