brad drabbles ; strangers in the wind
note: written for tumblr roleplay based on xmen.
AU (in which Kibum was transferred to the American branch) | kibumIt wasn't often that Brad spent time in the offices. He liked to take his work home, sign papers in the privacy of his apartment where he wouldn't have other agents poking their noses in where they didn't belong. He didn't need the strange stares and the mistrustful glances of humans who had applied to the organization all by their self-entitled selfs. It wasn't often Brad sat himself down in a conference room with a new transfer and learned about someone else.
"I hope you can speak English," he started, leaning back against the mesh of the office chair and never losing eye contact. The stranger scoffed.
"Of course I can speak English, why do you think they transferred me?" The man raised an eyebrow, matching his pose and crossing his arms, the new position revealed thick black gloves against the white of his dress shirt.
Brad eyed them for a second too long, and when he looked back up there was a smirk on the bastard's face, smug and daring.
"You don't get in my way, I don't get in your way," he offers.
"Deal," the stranger says.
I’ll write an action filled drabble having to do with the alliances | taeyeons
A roar filled the stagnant air. It was still far off, she was still just out of reach of the large green hands that had taken apart her whole team. She sat up, holding her head and listening to the steady alarms ringing in the destroyed buildings around her. She got to her feet, pen lost somewhere in the rubble.
The hulk roared again, finishing his outburst with a low, persistent growl. Concrete, metal, flesh it was all the same, it all needed to be destroyed--no. He focused his thoughts on the renegades, the mutant group that had come out of nowhere, unpredicted even to the government he was working for, the mutants that he needed to destroy. His nose caught a scent and his teeth flashed in a slow grin.
"Goddamit, this is not happening, this is not happening," she repeated under breath, already hearing the thundering footsteps of a monster racing toward her. She picked up a rock and ran the sharpest side against her palm, testing it. The screech of the rock against the car hood grated in her ears, the unsettling feeling running down her spine but she couldn't stop. When there was nowhere left to run, there was everything left to narrate.
A boulder hurtled towards him through the open space, spinning from the force it had taken to aim it. It hit him squared in the back, scraping against his shoulder blade and ripping the skin as it slid down to the ground. He growled again, throwing his head back and trying to reach the wound with his hands. He flipped around, anger resurfacing and was met with a large black mass, its arms charcoal and muscular, only two feet taller than him.
Taeyeon climbed down the slab of broken concrete, not sticking around to watch the battle between the two monsters. Either her creation would destroy the great hulking beast or it would disappear before it got a chance to do so. But for now, she needed to report back to Minsoo.
kill me - my muse kills yours by the means of my choice | hyomin
The railing creaked, straining against their combined weight and bent even more, further suspending them over the tallest tower in Paris. The helicopter flying over their heads was about to leave with the most powerful nuclear cell designed by the organization and as much as his brain was telling him that he couldn't afford to save the day, he still felt like trying.
"Get me up," she yelled, gripping his hand and trying to keep her body as still as possible in the air. Brad groaned, trying to lift her up with his good arm, which wasn't turning out to be all that good. His other arm hung off his shoulder, relatively useless from the impact of the large shipping container that had crushed it.
"I can't," he gritted out. If he hulked out now, the railing would give way to his weight and send her hurtling to the ground. He pulled again, using his legs to hold up her weight but the strength in his arm was quickly deteriorating. He looked up to the helicopter--of out his reach by now but not out of reach of the hulk--and back down to Hyomin and said his quick goodbyes before letting her hand go. Her eyes widened as she slipped off the railing and she tried to grasp the metal, failing to reach it.
He hulked out, roaring as he jumped off the balcony and grabbed the helicopter from the air as he descended to the ground. He hoped he wouldn't see her down there.
kill me - my muse kills yours by the means of my choice | amber
He adjusts the mask, and his jaw tickles at the fibers rubbing against his face. From the drawer in front of him he pulls out a small glass bottle, and slips the needle of the syringe through the foil. The building was rented out a year for an after-school program by the organization, the desks still stacked at the other end of the room, unused ever since the lease was signed. The stretcher in front of him clatters and brings him back to the present.
"I'm really sorry about this." He smiles down at the girl despite it being blocked by the doctors mask. She mumbled something, struggling against her restraints sluggishly. The anesthesia was taking effect. "It's not that you're too powerful, its just that I shown you too much." He hopes it's something of a consolation. At least she was dying with no one thinking of her as a threat, no one hating her or scared of her. She would die because of a coincidence. And that was the best kind of death to Brad.