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PhormTheGenie
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"You got anything over there?"

"Nah. Everything's quiet. Even my scope. You got anything on sensors?"

"Naw. I'm even hacked into street level surveilence. Not even a rat scurrying down there."

"Huh. I'd have thought there'd be more... activity. Security. The fashy kind, in specific. Particularly if anyone caught wind of our plans."


"Maybe we're just that good?"

"Or Maybe the intel is bad?"

"Oh, shit, I wouldn't say that on the open channel."

"It's not an insult, ju-- Wait a minute. Got two live ones."

"Yeah, I see 'em. Gimme a second here... Okay, got 'em. Both minks. The one on the right, the punk looking one, is packing - looks like a TEC-9 in her belt along her back, under her jacket. The one on the left... Huh."

"... Yeah?"

"That's strange..."

"Yeah? What? What is it? They cops? . . . Shit, are they PMC?"

"No no, it's not that. I mean, come on, they sure as fuck don't look military. A TEC-9 isn't something you'd be seeing even from a PMC. That's grungy street-thug shit. High-shelf grungy street-thug shit, but still. And the other one's unarmed. Completely."

"What the fuck is she wearing? Is that type IV ablative armor? Is she wearing ablative armor under her clothes?"

"Hell if I know. Whatever it is, it's shiny and skin tight. I can't imagine it provides much protection, being that thin. Huh. That's... It's something weird, right? That can't just be her... Uh..."

"And what are those pants? Are they sheer? Honestly, respect for that... Anyway, I'm running the database on them."

"Yeah, good call. I sure don't know every threat out there, so maybe these just slipped under the radar. Or they could be smalltime. No idea, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"I don't know, call me crazy but it's like... Okay, hear me out. Their proportions - They look like they stepped out of the vats, you know? OUR vats."

"Pfft. Are you serious? These two aren't ours."

"I know, I know! IFF would've pinged them from ten kilometers away. They'd be networked, and they're obviously not. No eyewear, either. I know these aren't ours. It's just... I can't really see them as being fash, you know?"

"Shit, you're giving them too much credit. Who the fuck knows? Or cares, anyway? The database just came back bingo - These are unknowns. Civvies, I'm guessing. The only reason we're talking about them is because pre-run recon is boring as shit."

"Just in the wrong place, at the wrong time? Tsk. I guess... That one on the left bothers me, though."

"She's nothing. Forget it and just settle. We can't get spooked by a couple of randos walking through the hot zone, particularly if we want to keep a low profile."

"No, seriously, something about her feels wrong. Like... Have you ever been in the room when Greys- . . . Shit!"

"What?"

"It just hit me. Patch the feed through to HQ and see if you can get them to pull a satellite arcana scan."

"Fuck. Magic. Right, that's not going to show up on the baked-in sensors, is it?"

"Not until they integrate the tech into the eyeware, but that's a few months off at least."

"You really think satellite is going to pick this up even if one of them's glowing?"

"No idea, but I'm not sure what other options we have."

"Well, option the second: We ignore them. Just let them leave. They've nothing to do with us or any of this. They don't even know we're here, and honestly, ten minutes from now we'll forget they exist, too."

"Yeah. Probably... Wait, are they arguing?"

"Loudly, at that."

"Well shit. Maybe they are just civvies that wandered through."

"Just kiss already, ladies."

"Hey, now that'd be entertaining. I'd watch t- Fuck, I Just lost them from my angle."

"I've still got them. They're steady on. At this rate they'll be out of the hot zone inside of five minutes."

"Okay, good. Plenty of time before the team touches down and pulls the heist."

"... Uh. Oh. Oh wow."

"Do I want to know?"

"That satellite pull just went through. Arcana energy spike the likes of which I've never seen before."

"Holy shit, seriously?"

"It has to be a glitch. The reading was high enough that the entire city block was glowing on the readout. And the residual is strong enough that it looks like they're leaving a trail in their wake... This has to be wrong. Absolutely a calibration error or something. There's no way in hell anyone cou- Huh. I lost them."

"What?"

"Just not there anymore."

"Fuck. FUCK! Were those capes? Why else would there be that much magic? Did we just let capes waltz into the hot zone? They could ambush the transport on touchdown. We need to find them, or we're sending the team into a quash!"

"Easy, easy! Calm down. They probably just rounded a corner while I was processing the satellite data. They're gone. And the satellite data can't be right to begin with. That amount, and flavor, of magic isn't feasible. No way, no how. `Sides, even if they were capes, we'd pound them into the pavement. Two of them against a whole team? I hope this goes that easy."

"Well... maybe you're right. They didn't seem to be keyed into the target, anyhow."

"Of course I'm right. Just settle. ETA for the transport is twenty minutes. Once they land, we provide cover, and they do their thing. Then we go back home and celebrate. Let's focus on what matters."

"Right. They're not important at all. I'm getting sidetracked here. Just feeling spooked, probably. Pre-mission jitters."

"Yeah. Like I said, ten minutes from now, we'll have rightly forgotten they even exist. Now let's do another sweep."


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in reply to @PhormTheGenie's post:

Thank you so for your kindness <3 I confess, it's just something that I've had running through my head while working the hell week these last few days. I've no right to write this at all, which is why it remains strictly non-canonical - and honestly, why I shouldn't have written it, and should probably delete it! I don't have a leg to stand on here.

But it was interesting to think about a "what if...?", even if the "what if" was the most tangential of brushes.

And honestly, I'm not sure if the minks in question would measure up to what you imply! I dunno. I have a lot of feelings on the topic, I guess. Just venting.

Regardless, thank you for your reassurance and encouragement!

(And I have to agree with the parenthetical.)

I mean, I don't think there would necessarily be a confrontation or anything, but the presence of our lovely duo at the site of a ORGANISATION REDACTED op would trigger all sorts of red flags, I'm sure. Suddenly the bigwigs get involved and instead of going back home and celebrating, everyone involved gets debriefed for months trying to find out who the leak is and what the h*ck the Teflon Djinn's angle was...

Good times, it ain't.

Oh, gosh. You know, that's super fun to think about! At the risk of being a bit too deep on this, I will admit that a big undercurrent to this little flashfic (and my other... let's call them overtures) is that as much as I love these two to death - I feel like they really are non-quantities to the [REDACTED]. Like, small potatoes, not worth the time or consideration, uninteresting and irrelevant.

The idea of the the bigwigs sitting up and taking notice may be way more credit than they deserve.

But it's still super fun to think about.

Undisclosed place, undisclosed time

"FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

Video start

On screen, the face of a be-veiled, blonde-haired vixen appeared. Despite the veil, the confusion on the beautiful face was apparent

"... Teff? Well, she can be a bit... much at times, but I wouldn't say she's a public menace or anything. She's just... a bit impulsive sometimes. I really don't see why anybody would think she's been up to anything?

Why are you even asking about her... oh my bottle, she did something to you, didn't she. No, you wouldn't be here. To someone of your friends? Is there anything I can do to help? I mean, you did rub..."

Video end

"Huh, so that's why they didn't report back." The voice was distorted, clearly as a means of obfuscation. "...in a harem? Yeah, that figures." The raised eyebrow was perfunctory at most, underscoring the unimportance of the point.

"So, anyhow, think foxy's hiding something?... No? Me neither. D'you think it's because there's nothing there, or because she's had the wool pulled over her eyes as well?"

A short pause.

"Guess you're right, it doesn't really matter either way. Whether we're chasing a red herring or it's just that she's smart enough to keep good OPSEC, either way that's a dead end."

A thousand-yard stare

"What were you up to, you slippery mink?"

(I don't really know where Phorm fits in the timeline, but I don't care as this is all, as you've pointed out, EXTREMELY NON-CANON :P )

Oh my goodness gracious. Extremely non-canonical, but EXTREMELY appreciated and fun :D This is a lovely little bit and makes me smile a lot, to think of how such an organization might think about Teff - and might go about inquiring into her doings, and being.

Thank you ^.^ This very much lifts my spirits, and you absolutely didn't need to go through this much trouble.

I've been in this situation before, often, as One (though admittedly under more mundane circumstances). Sometimes having someone like Two around, someone with experience, can be grounding.

And sometimes they can dismiss important signs...

Still, a fun dynamic to write :)

I will confess, I've had some thoughts about what more "direct interaction" would look like between each of the minks and this particular cadre. Some of it grandiose and self-important, some of it unkind, all of it ill-advised. That's me and my issues at work, though, and I'll outright confess to more than a touch of sublimated envy. In the end, this way felt more... Fair? Ships in the night - or perhaps a pair of very small fish swimming through a much larger pond, ignorant of such.

I am very curious about how Broadmoore might handle crossing paths with The Group In Question. I wouldn't consider them a complete overlap, but I do understand what you're getting at. I also like to think Broadmoore would out step their experience in very intriguing ways. She is singular, after all. And if I may, her presence is unparalleled in comparison.

Thank you so for the kind words. And for reading my vent crap. I do appreciate it, always!

(And sorry for the overwrought reply)

(speaking of overwrought! I tried to put together a coherent reply to this and now we're running out of time so I'm just going to post what I have)

Broadmoore would be offended by the notion that the legitimacy of her personhood is best served by subsuming herself to a collective. She distrusts collectives; corporations are collective in the extreme.

"I could easily re-engineer myself into anything I liked. I keep my temperamental, poorly conceived body because it is unique, because I am unique. What might I lose if I replaced my anatomy with a perfectly reliable black box?"

This is when they would note that she's apparently happy to remake other people into forms of her own devising; she would then say something about the honesty of her actions compared to the mawkishly altruistic posturing of her opposite number. Etc. etc. Basically a lot of snarking and dissection, while trying to honestly depict the mindset of each faction in their characters. What we have are two cults which promise ascendance through body modification and mind control, and one of them trying to co-opt the other can only create entertaining friction. :)

their leader (their fictional, IC leader) is more of a prime mover than a character, who's created the organization in which the large cast of characters finds whatever they are lacking; Broadmoore's clients, meanwhile, are nameless and faceless satisfied customers, and only she and her assistants and friends are really explored. One group is a formal collective, while the other is a capitalist enterprise with intimations of induced brand loyalty. And while Broadmoore presents herself publicly as confident and perfect in every way, privately she is both anxious and uncertain, and subject to health issues which result from being a complex cybernetic organism. The leader of our other organization is presented as being more or less perfect, but again he's more of a factor around which the larger cast revolves.

Broadmoore as a character isn't formally 'about' anything, but themes have emerged, and one of them is acceptance; accepting yourself, others, conditions that you're unlikely to be able to change. Wednesday's the opposite; she accepts nothing and she's constantly wound up and miserable; she's really only happy while she's breaking something or someone, and afterward is filled with self-loathing. When I resurrected Broadmoore I discovered her personality wasn't very well developed and she was basically another Wednesday... well, I had one of those already! and in gradually figuring Broadmoore out, I discovered a far more optimistic character, someone able to reassess her self-destructive mindset, someone who still has problems but is ultimately hopeful. And I think that's because that's where I want to be at this point in my life.

Thank you so for this reply <3 I've been trying to find my own words to respond, but failing repeatedly. But as you say, we're running short of time.

I particularly enjoy the contrast you point out about their "finding what one lacks in the larger structure" vs. the "satisfied customers" angle. It makes a lot of sense, and I appreciate the distinction.

Additionally, When you say

And I think that's because that's where I want to be at this point in my life.

Well, I think that's fantastic. I honestly keep looking for that in my own life, and it's something of a theme I keep chasing myself. I will say that seeing this emerge in Broadmoore has been a delight as well. I hope you can keep moving toward that horizon <3

Thank you again.

I feel it's also worth re-emphasizing that Broadmoore started out as more conventionally villainous, perhaps. She had decided that humanity was a danger to her and needed to be controlled, enthralled. This adversarial relationship got her and her closest friend killed. When against all likelihood she was resurrected, Broadmoore was set to resume where she left off, but there was an interaction which made her realize pursuing this path was destroying that part of her worth preserving, that there was something within her worth preserving, and she made a conscious effort to relate to humanity in some other way. She's still afraid of people, cautious around them, but she doesn't consider herself locked in some existential battle with them; she's more empathetic than she once was, more aware that her problems are not unique conditions of being synthetic, and ironically she has more influence over humanity's direction now than when she was its adversary. Plus she still gets to dress like a villain. <3