Small Little Art Dump:)

*The two spawn outta nowhere*

Pheoness: Those moles were a pain. They’re luckily I don’t support animal cruelty

The flood of agents eventually die down, but only because it's migrating over to another base. One you thought was a secret, the underground base treated as if it was a bunker. The agents wreak havoc, digging through defenses like moles, adrenaline and determination fueling several alternate dimension Agent Phoenix's, along with a few other agents you are familiar with, and some you aren't. The fight is even bigger this time, a dust cloud appearing on the surface as agents scrap with all their teeth swords, lighters, some wielding grenades, others waving guns around like party streamers ready for bloodshed. The operatives are well trained, but there's at least a dozen adrenaline fueled agents swarming the place. And considering it usually only takes one to destroy whole factories and schemes, they do some serious damage.

Amongst the chaos, two agents slip through the entrance, blending into the shadows, barely a blip on the radar. They sneak through the levels of the base, and eventually manage to hack into the holding cells. No attempt to divert attention to the moles inside base work, as most operatives have had their earpieces smashed to bits in the fight. And not too many minutes later, an override appears on the computer, and a swarm starts to pour out from the bottom layer of the base, slowly rising upwards as the battle above ground raged on.

[Another instance of Roz’s voice rings across the intercom.]

“Ah, Agents, how unexpected! And by unexpected, I mean COMPLETELY EXPECTED! You may not be susceptible to moles, but did you prepare for… ACTUAL MOLES?!”

[Roz laughs maniacally, and the ground beneath the agents’ feet rumbles as giant mind-controlled battle-moles tear up the ground and begin their attack, making any attempt at fighting back difficult.]

“I only ask for one thing, more of the delicious confetti.” Pheonix says before Pheoness smacks him over the head

“What are you doing, you lil devil?”

“Come on, Phee-Phee, they can help! I can even tell them to get you that special ring you saw in the Fabricator’s office 😏”

She rolls her eyes, “Fine, but if I get hit in the face with a pie, I’m blaming it on you..”

(@eod-agent-13-12, this is my idea of the RP plot if that's alright with you.)

*Pheoness and Pheonix gets a card that sprays out confetti, stating the following:

The EOD is now in a prank war. Please consider this as the formal declaration you're now a target for pranks. Feel free to retaliate as you see fit.

-Regards, Agent 13-12

Pheoness wipes the confetti off her face

“Welp, time for solitary confinement till this blows over” she turns to Pheonix “PHEONIX STOP EATING THE CONFETTI!”

“Well I can’t help it if I have a craving for colorful things.” With said with a mouth full and ran out the room “I’m going to prank Reggie!”

(IT KEEPS SWITCHING THE ACCOUNTS DANG IT)

”Listen, Kai. When someone says I’m fine. It almost always means I’m suffering in silence please end my misery.”

She sighs, pulling out a corg of a wine bottle

“Used to keep it all hidden a long time ago…”

Kai is wandering around the place, probably lost again, and finds an office with a door slightly open. He stops for a moment, considering just going about his day, but (being the slightly nosy person he is) decides some friendly conversation couldn't hurt.

He pushes the door open, "Anyone in here?"

@agent--shadow

”Who’s there?” Pheoness remarks, leaning back on her favorite spinney chair

Adoption Center

lil Pheonix: Pheonix anon

Lil Reginald: @agentpheoness

Lil Ollie: @pandagobrr

Lil Fabricator: @phoenix-and-found-family

Lil Hivemind: @theirishpotato

Lil Roxanna: @wyvchard

Lil Robutler: @ghostlystarwanderer

Yet to be adopted:

Lil Juniper

Lil Zor

And uhh any other Ieytd character that I can’t think of rn

Since people are yoinking your silly little guys again *very bad trumpet noises* I claim Fabricator thank you

@phoenix-and-found-family (all of this is silly by the way)

ooh, i’ve never drawn Fabby in the little guy style! careful, she might stab you with that needle…

First edit I’ve ever made

”Pheoness..and Pheonix should be around here somewhere..I don’t know he’s probably eating paint or smth..”

Kai is wandering around the place, probably lost again, and finds an office with a door slightly open. He stops for a moment, considering just going about his day, but (being the slightly nosy person he is) decides some friendly conversation couldn't hurt.

He pushes the door open, "Anyone in here?"

@agent--shadow

”Who’s there?” Pheoness remarks, leaning back on her favorite spinney chair

“This guys a big sleeper…Well I should go do something I guess

She writes in some documents

Kai is wandering around the place, probably lost again, and finds an office with a door slightly open. He stops for a moment, considering just going about his day, but (being the slightly nosy person he is) decides some friendly conversation couldn't hurt.

He pushes the door open, "Anyone in here?"

@agent--shadow

”Who’s there?” Pheoness remarks, leaning back on her favorite spinney chair

Pheonix and Pheoness in a nutshell

Realized that setting up a whiteboard takes like no planning is very easy, and it's very fun, so

This text is the link to it!

It’s Handler week, baby!

If you didn’t know, Handler week was a code name for some sort of even on the official I expect you to die website. I thought it was some sort of holiday before, but why not make it a holiday? And so that’s what this is! A week to honor our favorite voice in our ear💛

Pheoness liked her own handler

She knows the feeling

From one blue colored Phoenix to the other

Bluenix's B-Side: I Won't Say It

Here you go, guys! The phone call >:3 @blueorchid-95 @agent--shadow @agentwraith @eod-agent-13-12

Bluenix stares at the door like it personally wronged him.

Sure as shit, there was a heart decal on the door. Bluenix felt his cheeks warm; why were the others so insistant it was a crush? It's affection and admiration- nothing more. It can't be a crush.

Crushes get people killed.

Nonetheless, he steels himself and enters the room. The black company phone sits there, and it somehow feels like it stares at him. He stares back. It's like that for a good 15 seconds. He breathes. It shouldn't be this hard to call a friend... He dials the familiar number and waits.

A kind, familiar voice answers.

"Phoenix? Phoenix! Oh it's so good you called- where ARE you? You up and left without so much as a note and Reginald's been losing his bloody mind! I've been losing my bloody mind! Are you hurt? I can-"

Woah, woah, Ollie-pop! Slow down a sec.

He chuckles a little.

It was an emergency. Still is. But I'm ok; no scratches or wounds except to maybe my pride.

"An emergency? Phoenix, what's going on?"

Multiversal conundrum: Zoraxis managed to trap a bunch of Agency personelle, and I was recruited to help get them back.

"The multiverse again?"

Yeah. Again. But, uh, I called for a different reason than to just explain.

He shuffles, his firey feathers puffing out unconsciously as he lets out a heavy sigh.

Mechanique is here... She targeted me and I just... Needed to hear your voice. I was doing well on my own for a good bit but well-

He smiles

I missed you.

Ollie worries, but he chuckles into the phone. Bluenix pretends his heart doesn't speed up.

"Well, I missed you too. Medical's been awfully quiet without you around, you know."

Hey! I'm not THAT clumsy!

"I can hear a little nasal in your voice. You ran into a wall, earlier didn't you."

... I plead the fifth.

The two laugh. Conversation flows between the two for a while. Eventually, though, Ollie is needed back in Medical, and the two say reluctant goodbyes.

I'll see you soon, ok, Ollie-pop?

Ollie giggles.

"Of course, Feather. I'll hold you to it."

Ollie hangs up as Bluenix processes everything he just heard; the soft way Ollie called him 'Feather' replaying in his head over and over as he sinks to sit on the ground. He holds his head in his hands as he groans in partial frustration.

He had a crush.

He was so screwed.

Mierda.