Tyler Tieran |PF| *He woke surrounded by the delicate scent of sated female and the heavy musk of sex in the air. Shifting, he ignored the sleepy mumble as he dug around the floor to find his pants, tugging his phone from the pocket. Flipping it open, he cursed before dragging his ass from the bed. He had, oh... 15 minutes to get to Aryk's. Luckily he'd picked a hotel near his new partner's home by using the GPS and the scrawled address that he'd shoved into the back of his wallet after checking the location.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Tossing the spare key down on the table, he yanked his pants up, tightening the belt as he looked around for his shirt. Where the hell had the female thrown his shit? Finally finding it underneath the table, of all places, he managed to pull his shoes on, toss a hurried goodbye over his shoulder, and was out the door. Luckily, like all agents, he kept a go bag in the trunk, and his home secured. He could leave it all on a dime and be just fine. Meant he was always ready for missions, at any rate.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He was never late, but this morning he'd get there with only a few minutes to spare in order to grab his unwanted partner and get the hell to headquarters to get their assignments before being shipped off. He didn't even have to glance into a mirror to know he looked like death warmed over. Bite marks and scratches marred his skin and try as he might, he couldn't get his hair to flatten completely. No matter how many times he ran his fingers through it as he drove, he could still feel it spiking upwards. As he finally glanced in the rearview to make the turn, he scowled. Was that a goddamned hickey on his neck? Fucks sake. Pulling into the drive, he sent a one word, terse text.* /text/ Outside.
Aryk Larson |PF| *Last night had sucked. Bad. Another sleepless night full of screams, death, and the occasional spirit turning up. Letting the warm water run over my body, I sigh and try to let my mind rest but it was useless. Too many bound up emotions lay inside me to fully relax. Turning the water off, I had just pulled on my clothes when my phone went off. Was that the time already?! Damn. No matter how hard I try, I usually tend to always run a few minutes late. Grabbing my bag, I toss a few personal items inside before running down the stairs and out the door. I brush my still damp hair away from my forehead and I slide into the passenger seat* ~Sorry I'm late.~ *I quickly sign before I look at him. Frowning* ~You look like shit.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *His brow rose slightly as he glanced over, before he shook his head* You think you look any better, Agent? "Pretty Boy" wasn't a requirement for this damn mission, last I checked. Sleepless nights before missions are my specialty. What's your excuse? *Turning into the parking garage, he scoffed at the line of cars waiting* What the fuck? Fucking machine keeps breaking, piece of shit needs to just be replaced. *Grumbling under his breath, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the backlog to clear. Scanning his ID, he pulled into an empty space before they made their way to the small door inset into the brick. Before they'd even taken a few steps in, they were accosted by one of the medics, waving paperwork. Took him a moment to focus long enough to make a face* Shots? Vaccinations? Where the fuck are we being sent now? *Following behind the medic, he eyed his partner* You got any idea where the fuck they're sending our dumb asses this time?
Aryk Larson |PF| *Ignoring his words, I keep quiet until a medic saying something about shots peaks my interest. Mirroring Tyler's disgust, I shake my head* ~No. I have most of my shots for 3rd world countries anyway. Must be someplace extremely remote.~ *Entering the medical wing, I sit on a gurney and look down in horror at the dozen or so shots sitting on the metal stand. Glancing at Tyler*~ Where the actual hell are we going? Another dimension?~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *His eyes narrowed as he sat down, the sheer variety of the syringes giving him pause* Whatever the hell it is, I'm thinking this ain't gonna be a walk in the park mission like I thought. The General thinks he's hilarious, no doubt. *Focusing on the wall across from them as the vaccinations were done, he gritted his teeth. One or two didn't bother him. When it got upwards of 6-7, those bastards started to fucking hurt. Especially when they were all going in the same damn vein. Rubbing his arm after they'd been released, he followed Aryk down the hall towards the information and tech offices where they'd grab their mission briefs before heading to the airport. Or taking a heli or boat. Never could tell till you knew where your ass was being shipped off to. Finding their names on the small placard, he picked up the two manila envelopes, passing one to Aryk as he opened the other*
Tyler Tieran |PF| Kerguelen Islands? Where in the actual living fuck? You ever heard of it? Cause I ain't heard of it. *Scrolling down, his brows knitted together more with every line he read* They're nicknamed Desolation Islands. Oh nice. Sounds like a great vacation spot. What the hell kinda mission we doing here, anyways?
Aryk Larson |PF| *My face is emotionless as I quickly scan the mission description* ~Apparently the scientists that call the Kerguelen Islands home, are being attacked by living ghosts. We are to secure the scientists and figure out who these living ghosts are.~ *Looking up at him, I shrug* ~Seems like both our strengths will be needed here.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He couldn't bitch, at least in this it seemed like Mack knew what he was doing. Pulling the tickets from the packet, he heaved a sigh* Twenty four hours to Madagascar. Boat to Reunion Island. It's then 6 fucking days to get to suicide-I have no goddamned life-island. Goddamn. *Checking the time, he turned on his heel, heading towards the front* They don't fucking give us much time. *Glancing at his watch again as they moved, he muttered under his breath about the things he'd like to do to The General. Flagging a cab, he waited till Aryk had slid in beside him before tossing way too goddamned much money at the driver* You got 20 minutes to get us to Louis Armstrong airport. *The cabbie's eyes widened until he saw the money and the badge Aryk flashed. Nodding quickly, the car took off with a lurch forward. Once there, they'd have maybe 15-20 minutes to get to their gate and get boarded, if that.* The fucking shit we put up with for this goddamned job.
Aryk Larson |PF| *They both sprint down the hall looking for their gate number. Of course it was at the other end of the building. Luckily, they wouldn't have to worry about checking in their bags. Tactical training taught them to pack light for a reason. They'd get their equipment in Reunion Island and that would be that. Sprinting past the attendant and practically running to the plane, they get there just in time. Not even 2 minutes later, they are in their seats and the plane is heading towards the runway. Glancing over at Tyler* ~You know, given all the crap we do, you'd think they'd at least give us first class.~ *I whack my knee accidentally on the seat in front of me then look at Tyler with a meaningful glare*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He'd barely slid into the seat and fastened the seat belt when the plane began moving. That was closer than he normally preferred. Having a fucking partner was already throwing him off his damn game. They'd be lucky if he didn't shoot himself by the end of this bullshit.* Mack's too cheap for that shit, we're lucky we ain't tucked into cargo. *Snorting, he twisted to ignore the fact that he wasn't alone and came face to face with his worst nightmare. The little girl couldn't have been more than 3 or 4. And she was sitting up on her knees, peering at him from only a few inches away. Hissing, he recoiled, making full eye contact with Aryk for what was probably the first time* Switch me seats.
Aryk Larson |PF| *A small smile tugs at the edges of my lips as I look at the girl. She gives me a small smile then looks back at Tyler* ~Nah, I think she likes you. Not to mention, being around children is good for you. So man up.~ *She watches as I sign to him with a small frown. Slowing down my movements, I motion to my throat then shake my head. I then lean forward to give her a smile and boop her nose with my finger. She lets out a little squeal of laughter then focuses her eyes back on Tyler.* ~I think you made a friend, Tieran.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| Fuck off, Larson. *As the girl makes a squeak sound, her eyes wide, he groaned. This was going to be the longest fucking flight he'd been on in recent memory. He'd almost prefer cargo hold at this point if the airline wouldn't freak the hell out. Heaving a sigh, he shot a low growl Aryk's way as he took whatever the kid was trying to hand him. Turned out it was some sort of book. Oh goody.* Where is your parent? *As she leaned backwards, he saw her mother, passed out. Likely one of the ones that had to take drugs to fly, like idiots. Who the fuck would drug themselves when they had a kid with 'em? Resigning himself to the fact that, while he didn't like kids, he wasn't going to leave one alone for a damn 24 hour flight, he picked up the book, wincing as he realized it was one of those ones that read along. And it was one of the Disney princess bullshit things. Fuck. He could feel the shaking that indicated Aryk was next to him trying to contain laughter. Narrowing his eyes, he signed so the girl wouldn't freak the hell out again* ~Laugh it up, fuckwad. Remember, I'm the one that's being paid to keep your ass bullet free while you dick around with the undead. Might just shoot you my damned self.~
Aryk Larson |PF| ~Bullets or not, you and I both know you're about to read a princess book to a little girl. Aren't you just Mr. Mom?~ *If looks could kill, I'd be a stain on the wall next to me. Turning slightly, I watch as Tyler awkwardly reads a princess book who's message is about sharing and caring for those around you. Grinning at him when he looks at me, I offer him some pretzels from my bag* ~You know you want some, because sharing is caring and I care about you Tyler. The Disney Princess told me so.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *It was childish, and he wouldn't have done it except that he couldn't stand the smug asshole's face at the moment. So he knocked the bag of pretzels out of Aryk's hand and to the floor, a perverse thrill running through him at the shocked look on Aryk's face when his hand had connected* ~Eat me, asshole. I can think of at least 5 ways to kill you with this goddamned princess bullshit book and make it look like an accident.~ *The little girl was still glancing between them. Likely trying to figure out what was going on. Her eyes widened a moment before she blurted out her next question, asking if they were married like her two uncles. Choking, he quickly lifted her to sit her back into her seat.* Princess time is over. Go to sleep. If you ain't tired, close your eyes and pretend you're sleeping, hell if I care.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He was never late, but this morning he'd get there with only a few minutes to spare in order to grab his unwanted partner and get the hell to headquarters to get their assignments before being shipped off. He didn't even have to glance into a mirror to know he looked like death warmed over. Bite marks and scratches marred his skin and try as he might, he couldn't get his hair to flatten completely. No matter how many times he ran his fingers through it as he drove, he could still feel it spiking upwards. As he finally glanced in the rearview to make the turn, he scowled. Was that a goddamned hickey on his neck? Fucks sake. Pulling into the drive, he sent a one word, terse text.* /text/ Outside.
Aryk Larson |PF| *Last night had sucked. Bad. Another sleepless night full of screams, death, and the occasional spirit turning up. Letting the warm water run over my body, I sigh and try to let my mind rest but it was useless. Too many bound up emotions lay inside me to fully relax. Turning the water off, I had just pulled on my clothes when my phone went off. Was that the time already?! Damn. No matter how hard I try, I usually tend to always run a few minutes late. Grabbing my bag, I toss a few personal items inside before running down the stairs and out the door. I brush my still damp hair away from my forehead and I slide into the passenger seat* ~Sorry I'm late.~ *I quickly sign before I look at him. Frowning* ~You look like shit.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *His brow rose slightly as he glanced over, before he shook his head* You think you look any better, Agent? "Pretty Boy" wasn't a requirement for this damn mission, last I checked. Sleepless nights before missions are my specialty. What's your excuse? *Turning into the parking garage, he scoffed at the line of cars waiting* What the fuck? Fucking machine keeps breaking, piece of shit needs to just be replaced. *Grumbling under his breath, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the backlog to clear. Scanning his ID, he pulled into an empty space before they made their way to the small door inset into the brick. Before they'd even taken a few steps in, they were accosted by one of the medics, waving paperwork. Took him a moment to focus long enough to make a face* Shots? Vaccinations? Where the fuck are we being sent now? *Following behind the medic, he eyed his partner* You got any idea where the fuck they're sending our dumb asses this time?
Aryk Larson |PF| *Ignoring his words, I keep quiet until a medic saying something about shots peaks my interest. Mirroring Tyler's disgust, I shake my head* ~No. I have most of my shots for 3rd world countries anyway. Must be someplace extremely remote.~ *Entering the medical wing, I sit on a gurney and look down in horror at the dozen or so shots sitting on the metal stand. Glancing at Tyler*~ Where the actual hell are we going? Another dimension?~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *His eyes narrowed as he sat down, the sheer variety of the syringes giving him pause* Whatever the hell it is, I'm thinking this ain't gonna be a walk in the park mission like I thought. The General thinks he's hilarious, no doubt. *Focusing on the wall across from them as the vaccinations were done, he gritted his teeth. One or two didn't bother him. When it got upwards of 6-7, those bastards started to fucking hurt. Especially when they were all going in the same damn vein. Rubbing his arm after they'd been released, he followed Aryk down the hall towards the information and tech offices where they'd grab their mission briefs before heading to the airport. Or taking a heli or boat. Never could tell till you knew where your ass was being shipped off to. Finding their names on the small placard, he picked up the two manila envelopes, passing one to Aryk as he opened the other*
Tyler Tieran |PF| Kerguelen Islands? Where in the actual living fuck? You ever heard of it? Cause I ain't heard of it. *Scrolling down, his brows knitted together more with every line he read* They're nicknamed Desolation Islands. Oh nice. Sounds like a great vacation spot. What the hell kinda mission we doing here, anyways?
Aryk Larson |PF| *My face is emotionless as I quickly scan the mission description* ~Apparently the scientists that call the Kerguelen Islands home, are being attacked by living ghosts. We are to secure the scientists and figure out who these living ghosts are.~ *Looking up at him, I shrug* ~Seems like both our strengths will be needed here.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He couldn't bitch, at least in this it seemed like Mack knew what he was doing. Pulling the tickets from the packet, he heaved a sigh* Twenty four hours to Madagascar. Boat to Reunion Island. It's then 6 fucking days to get to suicide-I have no goddamned life-island. Goddamn. *Checking the time, he turned on his heel, heading towards the front* They don't fucking give us much time. *Glancing at his watch again as they moved, he muttered under his breath about the things he'd like to do to The General. Flagging a cab, he waited till Aryk had slid in beside him before tossing way too goddamned much money at the driver* You got 20 minutes to get us to Louis Armstrong airport. *The cabbie's eyes widened until he saw the money and the badge Aryk flashed. Nodding quickly, the car took off with a lurch forward. Once there, they'd have maybe 15-20 minutes to get to their gate and get boarded, if that.* The fucking shit we put up with for this goddamned job.
Aryk Larson |PF| *They both sprint down the hall looking for their gate number. Of course it was at the other end of the building. Luckily, they wouldn't have to worry about checking in their bags. Tactical training taught them to pack light for a reason. They'd get their equipment in Reunion Island and that would be that. Sprinting past the attendant and practically running to the plane, they get there just in time. Not even 2 minutes later, they are in their seats and the plane is heading towards the runway. Glancing over at Tyler* ~You know, given all the crap we do, you'd think they'd at least give us first class.~ *I whack my knee accidentally on the seat in front of me then look at Tyler with a meaningful glare*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He'd barely slid into the seat and fastened the seat belt when the plane began moving. That was closer than he normally preferred. Having a fucking partner was already throwing him off his damn game. They'd be lucky if he didn't shoot himself by the end of this bullshit.* Mack's too cheap for that shit, we're lucky we ain't tucked into cargo. *Snorting, he twisted to ignore the fact that he wasn't alone and came face to face with his worst nightmare. The little girl couldn't have been more than 3 or 4. And she was sitting up on her knees, peering at him from only a few inches away. Hissing, he recoiled, making full eye contact with Aryk for what was probably the first time* Switch me seats.
Aryk Larson |PF| *A small smile tugs at the edges of my lips as I look at the girl. She gives me a small smile then looks back at Tyler* ~Nah, I think she likes you. Not to mention, being around children is good for you. So man up.~ *She watches as I sign to him with a small frown. Slowing down my movements, I motion to my throat then shake my head. I then lean forward to give her a smile and boop her nose with my finger. She lets out a little squeal of laughter then focuses her eyes back on Tyler.* ~I think you made a friend, Tieran.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| Fuck off, Larson. *As the girl makes a squeak sound, her eyes wide, he groaned. This was going to be the longest fucking flight he'd been on in recent memory. He'd almost prefer cargo hold at this point if the airline wouldn't freak the hell out. Heaving a sigh, he shot a low growl Aryk's way as he took whatever the kid was trying to hand him. Turned out it was some sort of book. Oh goody.* Where is your parent? *As she leaned backwards, he saw her mother, passed out. Likely one of the ones that had to take drugs to fly, like idiots. Who the fuck would drug themselves when they had a kid with 'em? Resigning himself to the fact that, while he didn't like kids, he wasn't going to leave one alone for a damn 24 hour flight, he picked up the book, wincing as he realized it was one of those ones that read along. And it was one of the Disney princess bullshit things. Fuck. He could feel the shaking that indicated Aryk was next to him trying to contain laughter. Narrowing his eyes, he signed so the girl wouldn't freak the hell out again* ~Laugh it up, fuckwad. Remember, I'm the one that's being paid to keep your ass bullet free while you dick around with the undead. Might just shoot you my damned self.~
Aryk Larson |PF| ~Bullets or not, you and I both know you're about to read a princess book to a little girl. Aren't you just Mr. Mom?~ *If looks could kill, I'd be a stain on the wall next to me. Turning slightly, I watch as Tyler awkwardly reads a princess book who's message is about sharing and caring for those around you. Grinning at him when he looks at me, I offer him some pretzels from my bag* ~You know you want some, because sharing is caring and I care about you Tyler. The Disney Princess told me so.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *It was childish, and he wouldn't have done it except that he couldn't stand the smug asshole's face at the moment. So he knocked the bag of pretzels out of Aryk's hand and to the floor, a perverse thrill running through him at the shocked look on Aryk's face when his hand had connected* ~Eat me, asshole. I can think of at least 5 ways to kill you with this goddamned princess bullshit book and make it look like an accident.~ *The little girl was still glancing between them. Likely trying to figure out what was going on. Her eyes widened a moment before she blurted out her next question, asking if they were married like her two uncles. Choking, he quickly lifted her to sit her back into her seat.* Princess time is over. Go to sleep. If you ain't tired, close your eyes and pretend you're sleeping, hell if I care.