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Juniper: You know, I’ve never got to do a classic villain mono- Phoenix:

(Original video from Thomas Sanders)

Throws The Main Trio Redesigns at you

New thingys in their designs

Reginald: I wanted his design to be more like his canon appearance so I changed some of his features and his clothing

Pheoness: I keep forgetting she has scars, and it’s such a memorable feature for her too! Lotsa scars! Plus canon ace pin:D

Pheonix: I dig leather jacket Pheonix. It makes him look even more rebellious and chaotic than he is!

(Sorry I haven’t been posting on my main blog I’ve been busy doing the ieytd musical stuff

The Mask of Mirage (Part 1)

”Okay fine, Pheonix! I admit it!”

Pheoness exclaims, tugging on the sheets of the trailer’s pull up couch nervously. Pheonix raises an eyebrow mischievously. He knows what he talks about, but he’s waited too long not to poke a little fun at her. “I’m sorry. What are you admitting?” He feigned innocence “PHEONIX!” She muttered, her face getting hot. “I…might like Reginald…m-more than platonically….” Pheonix smirked “Please speak up. I can’t hear you!” “ OH MY GOODNESS PHEONIX! I. LIKE. REGINALD!” She admits, covering her mouth in shock when she realizes her volume. Pheonix bursts out laughing, the sound adorable and sweet with an hint of sneakiness. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Pheonix takes a seat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder “Soooooo when am I gonna plan the wedding?” “WEDDING WHA- PHEONIX! WE’RE PROBABLY NOT EVEN GONNA DATE! Remember, agency rules and all….” Pheonix shrugs “Girl, we have almost burned HQ down multiple times. When have we ever listened to the rules?” “No, Pheonix. You don’t understand…” She stands up, pacing back and forth while rubbing her temples. “When we’re doing our chaotic stunts, management can only blame US. If….my relationship with him is anything more than platonic, it could get him in trouble and probably even fired. I know he loves his job, so I’m not going to interrupt that because of some…stupid emotions.” She put on a fake smile, trying to change the subject “Let’s just get the briefcase to HQ, I’ll drive.” “Awh, no fair! You drove last time!” He pouted “Well, I don’t trust you driving! You were 70 miles over the speed limit and laughing like a maniac while you did so!” Pheonix mumbles in frustration from the back seat as Pheoness starts the car.

The van suddenly got darker, even in the front seat. “Pheonix, what did I tell you about playing with the lights?!” But all that responded was a strangled series of coughs from him and a weak “-Pheoness…”. This…wasn’t the lights. She didn’t realize her lungs were filling with smoke. She too starts coughing uncontrollably, trying to find the source of the smoke. It was no use, the smoke was so thick, burning her eyes so she couldn’t even see a foot in front of her. Her leg makes contact with an unknown object, making her body slam in the floor and her chin hitting what she thinks was a table. She couldn’t tell if it was from the smoke or the fall that made her vision go black.

The next thing she remembered, she’s in her old office. Each wall and crevice was so familiar, even the desk, which was piled with delicious food and wine. She tried calling out to Pheonix, but there was no response, not even on her earpiece. Thank goodness Reginald was connected “Oh, agent. You’re awake!” She heard his voice through the earpiece “Reginald, what happened?! There was a bunch of smoke and-“ “Oh, agent. Everything’s fine. You and Pheonix got the briefcase here and that’s all that matters…” She looks at the food, desperately wanting to eat it, but has trust issues when it comes to food due to the chocolate cake incident. She carefully took a sip of the wine, making completely sure it wasn’t poison before chugging it. Honestly, she really needed that right now. Despite everything, nothing explains what happened in the van and it didn’t sit right with her. She looked through some of the drawers, realizing one that couldn’t open “Oh, no. That’s not important, agent.” She raised an eyebrow “Reggie, it’s MY desk. Are you feeling okay?” “Perfectly fine. Why?” Pheoness sighs “There’s something off about you, if something’s wrong you can tell me, you know that, right-?” Pheoness says but was rudely interrupted by Reginald “Yes, yes, I know agent.” He scoffs in an annoyed tone. Now, she knew something was up. Reginald wouldn’t cut her off even if he was pissed. She opens the drawer with a knife that was on the table. In it was a clipboard and a lighter. The clipboard, written in neat red ink, is a checklist, talking about a stage set. “Reginald, how did I get here..?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the clipboard. “The smoke grenade wasn’t filled of poison gas so I was able to get you two to the agency.” Her eyes widened as an eerie silence filled the air.

“I didn’t mention a smoke grenade.”

She uses her telekinesis to move the once sturdy agency logo on her wall, but now, it was flimsily made of cardboard. “You’re not telling me something..?” She growls, hiding her overwhelming anxiety. What’s wrong with the man she cared for and loved? Did they kidnap him? Torture him to do this? She couldn’t imagine Reginald being like this………unless……this wasn’t Reginald. Her muscles tensed in anger at the realization. This safety and security was all just a mere mirage. She grips the lighter tightly, lighting anything she could on fire. To her surprise, there was a camera pointing at her where the agency logo was. Instead of Reginald being shocked or dumbfounded, his voice sounded smug

“Looks like someone’s connecting the dots.”

“And cut! That. Was. Perfect.” Before she knew it, a cage of deadly lasers prevented her escape. “Don’t get any ideas, agent. You’re not going anywhere.” Reginald’s voice started distorted, mutating into another familiar voice. The one and only John Juniper. The walls of the room started to separate, revealing she was in the middle of a theatrical set. Pheonix was also bound by a laser cage next to her. In a panel above her was the cocky actor, who was wearing the mimic mask. He was staring down at her intently as if she was a mere cockroach. “Hey, agents. Not a bad impression of your handler, huh? There’s a reason I won all of those awards.” Pheonix stifles a giggle “What awards? Most likely to have a temper tantrum?” Even through they were in a terrible situation, they still laughed at Juniper, the person who literally holding them hostage. “How dare! I do not have temper tantrums!” He retorted “The little party we crashed proved otherwise…” Pheoness snickers “SHUT UP! Oh, and for your information Pheeeoness..” he snarled, emphasizing the e in her name. “I did not mean to flirt with you at the party.” He shuddered at the word ‘flirt’ “Ew, that’s the one time other than the yacht incident that I regret being drunk. You got lucky your little boyfriend was there to save you. This time, you don’t have that privilege” Her heart sank at the mention of Reginald “Where is he? HE BETTER BE OKAY!” His tone went back to his familiar smugness “Don’t worry, cupcake. All you need to know is that he’s at OUR will now…..You know, I never got to do a classic villain monologue. And what do I have, but a captive audience!” He then rants about how he joined Zoraxis for the role of a lifetime and his whole typical villain arc. Pheoness loves it when Reginald and Pheonix rants to her, but Juniper doing it gave her the opposite feeling. She tried to use her telekinesis to take a fork to poke his eye, but he the panel he was in was surrounded in glass. He was still pissed at her for trying, though. “I see…you just wanna skip to the part where you die! Well, fine!”

“Lights, camera, aaaaand ACTION!”

I CANT🥰😍😭

REGGIE IN HIS COMFY OUTFIT😭😍🥰💛

”Wait a second… I think I recognize the main character! What did you say the actor’s name was, Phoenix?”

“John Juniper?”

“Right, I met him once, right before they sent me to the underwater lab! I think I heard something about him dying?”

“That’s what they say. I used to know him, too! If you can still stand me after tonight, maybe I’ll tell you some stories.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

When you’re in the spy business, attachments are a liability that your enemies will always find a way to ruthlessly exploit. Everyone knew it, especially the handlers.

But Agent Phoenix had a way of bursting in and making it seem like none of that mattered. Sitting on the couch, listening to them yap on about the movie, Ollie was starting to think that they were onto something.

first ~ prev ~ next

My thoughts as 2 am

Roxanna: People who sleep without socks scare me. Reginald: People who sleep with socks are not to be trusted. Pheoness: People who sleep are weird

Pheonix: I WaS A SoCk OnCe!!!!

ieytd lore #6 Two Birds of A Feather Infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 3)

Warnings: Blood, gun violence, canonical death, trauma

The smell of hand sanitizer lingered in the air as Pheoness regained her senses. One of her hands gripped at the fabric of the mattress and the sound of slow beeping was muffled in her ears. As her vision became clearer, it was evident where she was. Bad memories flooded her brain, causing her breathing to become unsteady. She wanted to run and hide, but her broken body wouldn’t let her. She heard the ER’s rhythmic beeps speeding up as she struggled. “Hey, hey, it’s okay…thank goodness you’re alive….” That soothing voice along with a gentle grip on her hand anchored her to reality. She looked at her hand, which was intertwined into a slightly larger one. “I’m right here, agent….” She turns her head toward her Handler, just him being there helped her calm down. Though, he seemed less than alright. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot with small trails running down his cheek. She didn’t care anymore that they were “breaking protocol” and caressed his hand gently with her thumb, the pad of her finger rubbing against his calloused knuckles. “Reginald…W..what happened…?” He smiled softly when he heard her voice “You don’t remember anything from last night?” He responded. Pheoness clutched her head, groaning. “The last thing I remember were setting off those mines.” “Well, it was a long day for you…If I’m being honest, I thought-“ his voice slightly falter, cracking slightly until his voice is a small whimper “Me and Pheonix didn’t think you’d make it.” This only makes her give his hand a gentle squeeze “Hey, I’m okay…just…tell me what happened after..please…you know I love it when you tell stories…”

Reginald’s lips slightly curve upwards “After you left to meet Phoenix, it wasn’t long after the security found out I was from the agency. I came sprinting to the wine cellar and was finally safe with you guys. But…I accidentally led them to you. I didn’t mean to…I…think that you being here, it’s all my fault….” She shushes him while he was rambling “I bet whatever happened wasn’t your fault..now go on…” she couldn’t help it. The smooth sound of his voice, the feel of his skin under hers, maybe affection WAS something she was missing out on all her life. “Well…” Reginald continued “He found you guys and after they found out the door was locked and barred-“ Reginald’s voice slowly fades as she starts to remember, how could she ever forget.

“Just shoot the agent! A-ARE YOU WEARING MY MASK?!” Juniper shouted through the door. Pheoness realized she kept The Fabricator’s mask on “Oh, THIS?!” She mocked him, dangling the mask and making SURE he could see it “Thanks for this and the briefcase, but you’re not getting either of them back.” John Juniper let out a furious grumbled and muttered out “You know what to do…” Without a moments notice, she saw a laser aimed at Pheonix “Pheonix watch out!” She called, but certain he could dodge. He’s smart enough to see the obvious laser pointed at him “What do you mean?” Pheonix asked with a raised eyebrow. She stands corrected. Then she remembered: his eye. He couldn’t see out of his left eye due to their tussle with Gibson. Acting on instinct, she shoved Pheonix out of the way, but as she just made contact with him, she heard the loud BANG of the gunshot followed by the agonizing sound of teared flesh. A breathless gasp escaped her as she looked down. Her beautiful dress was now torn at her stomach with blood gushing down the skirt as her body violently met the cold ground. Reginald’s horrified scream was a deaf ring to her ears, for all she could sense was the pain in her core. She knew if she even moved a little bit, her body would shut down. The only thing other than pain was the feel of Reginald’s warm tears on the sleeve of her arm “Close the hatch!” She faintly heard Pheonix shout before a loud explosion vibrated the floor she was now motionless on. Her heart was slowly pumping, doing anything to keep on beating. Her vision blurred and for a while, her vision was completely stripped from her, so she had to rely on her hearing to sense what was happening, which was extremely hard because all she heard was shrill cries and shouts and the faint pattering of feet. When her vision finally became somewhat clearer, she could faintly make out Reginald’s face, the look of despair shimmering in his tear filled eyes, “A…agent…please…everyone needs you…y-you can’t leave now…” she could faintly hear him beg in a broken voice and it forced burning tears into her eyes. Pheonix was also crying, trying to stifle the blood flow from her with no avail. She could hear their sniffles and soft whimpers and then…

She could hear nothing at all

She saw her dead, bloody body. The lifeless stare in her eyes as her found family clutched her unmoving corpse. “No…No…guys..I’m not dead…I’m right here…I’m coming..” she says, about to touch her body when a firm grip squeezed at her arm “And what do you think you’re doing?” A familiar voice called out, she looked behind her to see that familiar, faceless silhouette she saw back at the theater “Leave me alone. I want to see my family again. I don’t want them to think I died.” She admitted “And how long are you gonna keep doing this?! What happens till these mortals who aren’t as lucky as you die as well?!” The figure commanded “Listen, I just need a few more tries, the world needs me….I can’t just die…” the figure lets go of her arm “Fine, but you can’t keep doing this…one day I’m bound to obtain you and your mortal friends.” She nodded, hearing one last thing before returning to her mortal body

“Just know you can’t keep running from your problems forever, Alyna.”

“And that’s what happened. Pheonix stayed at your side for a long time but he finally went home.” Reginald’s voice found its way in her mind again as he ended his story. Of course he doesn’t know about that last part, and no one could know about it. Not him, not Pheonix. But she did want to tell him about why she was so scared, so she does. Informing him about her past and why she was so distant to him and Pheonix at first. He listened intently to her, hanging onto every word she said.

“I see…you’re a tough one, yknow that? Stubborn at times, but tough.” He said when she finished, resting his head against their intertwined hands. “I’m just…glad you’re okay…”

“And I’m glad you’re here, mi grùa.”

Reginald melted at the nickname, letting out a soft sigh. The pet names were definitely new, but not unwanted

“Mi Precioso Fénix..”

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ieytd Lore #6 Birds of a feather infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 2)

Warnings: Attempts at seduction, mildly suggestive? blood, and violence.

Her heart rate increased tenfold as the heard the slow, melody of the band. What happens if they find out it’s her? She knew she was about hyperventilate as the room swerved in her vision. She couldn’t do this. She looked towards The Fa hesitantly, who signaled her to breathe. She tried to calm down as she felt the cool air fill her lungs, relishing it before letting it go. Then, a realization came to her. She was Agent Pheoness, one of the best agents in the EOD. Agent Phoenix was probably working his butt off in the wine cellar right underneath her feet, and it was her responsibility to do the same.

She COULD and WILL get through this!

She takes a shaky step forward. If they think she’s a dancer, she IS a dancer.

Like a whole different person, she effortlessly glides across the stage, her eyes closed shut to block out all of the eyes on her as she danced gracefully. She was surprisingly wonderful at it. The rhythm of the music slowly enveloped her nerves as she kept going, letting the symphony put her in a trance. The audience surrounded her were mesmerized by her stunning performance.

Meanwhile, Agent Pheonix had found the mimic mask and gave to Juniper. Turns out the wine cellar had a secret map system inside the counter that he found. Pheonix absentmindedly scrolled through the cameras, taking in everyone’s location until witnessing Pheoness. “Dang, how hard did you punch me, Gibs?” The asked, questioning what he was seeing as he rubbed his good eye. “Well, serves you right, scoundrel!” The newly conscious Gibson snaps “Now don’t touch that console!” Pheonix scoffs and chuckles “Oh shut it, and I thought we were getting along! You were much funner when unconscious.” His eyes didn’t look away from the screen, she certainly played the dancer role well.

She came to a halt when the music stopped. Applause from the audience were muffled by her inner thoughts

She just did that.

She chuckled, heading back to The Fabricator who was clapping softly “You were amazing darling, an absolute muse!” She chuckled “Mon chef-d'œuvre!” (French for my masterpiece) “I bet all those nerves got you absolutely exhausted. Go enjoy the party. You’ve earned it.” With one last hug, Pheoness heads out, finally able to return to Pheonix. She strolled through the ballroom. The beautiful chandelier illuminated the huge room as she plowed through the crowd. She was used to people staring at her, but she wasn’t used to other smiling at her. Usually, agents would stare at her because of her abnormality to the rest of them or was ready to make fun of her, but no, they were smiling. Genuinely. Some even complimented her as she made her way towards the wine cellar. She saw the clearing ahead when she felt a grip on her arm.

“Hey, loved your performance, sweetheart~”

Uh-oh, of course it’s the last person she wants to see. And she was so close too. Pheoness turns around to see John Juniper in an extravagant tuxedo. If only she could’ve worn that so she could have the speed to run. “Ah, Mr Juniper.” She purrs in her fake accent “Lovely to see you.” He kisses the back of her hand, and she has to hold back a gag. What a waste of a perfectly good hand “How do you like the party?” He asks, his voice as smooth as sanded wood. “Oh, it’s just wonderful. Sincerest thanks for letting me preform at your mansion.” He laughs softly “It was nothing, sweetheart. You think I could speak to you, privately?” She raises an eyebrow but nods. Maybe it was valuable information. Juniper led her to the balcony. The moon was close to being full as it worked with the stars to light the midnight sky. “Finally, We’re alone~” He remarks in a suave tone, studying how her dressed fit against her curves. Pheoness didn’t understand but still despised the way he looked at her. “So what did wanna talk about?” She says in a slightly stern tones. He snickered as he got closer to her “Oh, I kinda lied about that, sweetheart. I was think of less talking and more…doing~” her body stiffened as she realized his intentions. It was at this point she wished she could’ve passed seduction class. Does she flirt back? Beat him with her high heels? All she knew that whatever he was doing made her extremely uncomfortable. He backed her into the edge of the balcony, pinning her there. Pheoness looked at the fall, considering her options. It was pretty high up; however, she would rather fall to her death than do whatever he was planning. Unfortunately, she had a mission to accomplish and she had to get to Pheonix. She attempted to get out of his grip, but his body held her in place “Mr Juniper, I really need to get back to the party.” Pheoness stammers, cut off when she felt his hands trailing up and down her hips. Yep, death was way better than this. “Oh, Dollface. I just want to have a little fun. After all the party getting boring anyway.” Juniper leaned so close that she could smell the alcohol on his breath. Great, he was drunk too. Pheoness had to assess her options. Attacking him would cause a huge ruckus and blow both her and Phoenix’s cover, falling would probably kill her, and if she plays along….she doesn’t even want to think of that option. She just wanted him 50 million miles away from her, preferably in the ground. She was practically shaking in discomfort as his hands slid up to caress her face, their lips mere inches apart.

“Mister Juniper!”

Juniper turned around, flinging himself away from her, looking at the man at the doors of the balcony. He was also wearing a mask so it was hard to make out his face. “Security wants you. The sprinklers have just been set off for no reason!” John lets out a frustrated growl and nods, heading inside. He took one last glance at her before vanishing into the crowds of people. The masked man lets out a warm, familiar laugh. No, it couldn’t be….he turned around towards her “I also studied the fine arts as well, Agent.” Oh my goodness….it was. Reginald took off his mask and relief flooded through her body as she tackled him in a hug “Reginald! How did you get in here?!” His large arms encircled her waist, holding her gently. “When you disconnected your earpiece, I thought you were in serious danger and came here. I tried to get in as a guess when they mistook me for a security guard! I told agent Pheonix I’m not too old to be fighting like the good old days! You look….different by the way. Lovely change though.” She laughed before actually taking him in. The moonlight hit his honey colored eyes at just the right angle, illuminating them along with his tanned skin. His soft smile glowed brighter than any star in the sky. There was only one way to describe him, absolutely beautiful. She barely had any time to take it in before a huge THUD shook the building. Worry hit her: could it be a bomb? maybe a mine? She felt Reginald protectively grip her hips, an uncontrollable red tint on her cheeks “I’ll see what that was. Check on Agent Phoenix and stay safe.” He directed before speed walking through the panicking crowd. She was released from cloud 9, shaking out of her thoughts and rushing back to the wine cellar.

In the cellar, Pheonix had a mischievous smirk on his face. It quickly turned into a genuine smile as he saw the room “I didn’t know you could cut a rug, missy!” Of course that was the first thing he brought up. “I had a passion for it when I was younger, okay? End of story. Did you hear that explosion?” Pheonix cackled “Hear it?! I caused it!” Her eyebrows lifted “What?! How?!” He pointed at a small red button on the table that said “Front mines.” but, there seems to be a button with “rear mines” as well “Would you like to do the honors?” Phoenix asked. “I don’t know..Reggie’s here and I don’t wanna accidentally kill him…” Phoenix smirks at her knowingly “It’ll be fine. No ones getting hurt.” He reassured. Pheoness’s hesitant expression turned into a sneaky grin as she set of the last of the lines with a loud

BOOM!

ieytd Lore #6 Bird of a feather infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 1)

(Nothing really happens in Jet Set or Eaves drop besides the two getting into some chaos and Pheoness getting poisoned by the death by chocolate)

Warnings: Violence, alcohol use

The duo were FINALLY able to sneak into the Wine cellar of Juniper’s mansion. The gathering in the ballroom was so lively that even a few floors under they could hear muffled chatter and music. “I told you it was on the bottom floor! The Wine cellars are ALWAYS on the bottom floor!” Pheoness scoffed “Well how was I supposed to know?! If this dang mansion was put in the sea, people would mistake it for a whale!” Pheonix retorted back. The two bickered like young siblings until a swift fist to the face sent Pheonix stumbling backwards. Pheoness quickly grabbed the figure’s wrist, flinging them into the ground. The person on a ground was a man who looked like he was in 40s. His almost pitch black eyes were filled with malice. “You two…” he hissed before sending a kick to Pheoness’s stomach. She yelped in pain and her grip on him loosened, allowing him to escape from her grasp. The strange man started bolting to the exit before Pheonix tackled him to the ground with a loud ‘thud’. Pheoness, recovering from the last blow, helps pin his arms down. The man was flailing around vigorously like an vicious cat, occasionally shouting for Juniper. If he got to loud or was able to escape, their whole cover would be blown. Fortunately, a good punch in the noggin from Pheonix knocked him unconscious. Pheoness, coughing softly, fist bumped Pheonix “Good work, kid.” She panted, clearly out of breath. “Put him in the box.” She points to a large crate in the middle of the wine chamber. The two slowly drag the unconscious body in the crate, making it near impossible to escape. Pheonix locks the main door of the wine cellar, barricading it well. He let out a slight wince in pain as the adrenaline started wearing off and clutched the eye that was slugged. Noticing this, Pheoness took his face gently in her hands, examining it. “You should probably get that eye checked out after this, it’s blackening already. That guy had a nasty left hook.” She said before letting go of his face. “I can’t really see out of it..” Pheonix admits sheepishly as he wraps a spare napkin around his swelled up eye like an eyepatch. “Reginald? We’re fine. We just had a quick….interruption.” Pheonix spoke into his earpiece “PHEONESS! DONT DO THAT!” He took an eye off of her for five seconds and she was chugging a bottle of wine with a tag that said “Juniper hated it.” wrapped around its top. “Screw Juniper, this is delicious.” She muttered, using her telekinesis to pass him another bottle “Take a drink yourself and we’ll get on with this mission.” Pheonix sighed and took the bottle, taking a swig of it.

“Gibson!” A familiar voice yelled through the communication systems. “Get me my regular with two glasses! And quickly!” Junipers voice had a hint of aggression and weariness to it. He was in a bad mood for sure, probably due to Pheonix ransacking through the Fabricator’s office. They take the two glass cups and put it in the transporter. Pheoness is tempted to put the bottle she was drinking in the chute to purposely annoy Juniper for the poisoned cake, but decided not to. It would probably blow their cover anyways. “Pheonix, this one has a tag that says ‘Be careful: last bottle.’ You think this could be it?” Pheonix examines the bottle carefully “It’s probably our best bet.” They put the bottle in the chute and send it to the ballroom, praying that it was the correct bottle. The silence was agonizing before they heard Juniper’s voice again “Thanks, Gibs. I needed this..” He sighs, a little calmer than usual before clearing his throat and reverting to his harsh tone “I need the mimic mask. Now.” The mimic mask! It’s somewhere in here, but where? The two search and drink, and search, but for once in their life, there were no clues. Juniper grew very impatient, sometimes even shouting into the intercom. “I don’t get it! We search every inch of this place, where is that mimic mask!?” She exclaimed, defeat was familiar to her before she met her found family, but this was the first time she felt it afterwards. Pheonix frowns softly when seeing her depressed state. He noticed that guy who attacked them, who they now know as Gibson, dropped his hat when they were fighting. The agent put it on his head, imitating the servant. Pheoness is confused by his goofy display, she cracks a smile, laughing softly. Phoenix accidentally dropped the hat, which the two didn’t mind, but they soon found out on the inside was a hidden paper, it was finally the clue they needed. “Yes!” She shouted “Now, let’s figure out what this-“ Pheoness’s joy was quickly replaced with fear as they heard an aggressive knock on the door. “Hey, Gibs! Is that girl dancer with you? We haven’t seen her and she’s supposed to preform in 10!” The two looked at each other, internally panicking. What were they supposed to do?! If they don’t respond, whoever’s behind the door would get suspicious. Pheoness sighs defeatedly, her heart pounding while she takes off her jacket, her white undershirt being revealed. “Stay out of sight.” She whispers to Pheonix before walking to the door, getting a bottle of wine as she does. Pheonix knew she has a plan, but what was it? Pheoness opens the door slightly, putting a strand of hair to cover her left eye. She is met by one of Juniper’s security and she tries to imitate the Fabricators accent. “Why, sorry. I just had to have a drink before I preform, it’s only tradition.” She purrs “Well, cmon, follow me. You need to change into your dress.” The security guard commands walking to the ballroom. She disconnects her earpiece so the sound of Reginald’s voice won’t blow her cover. “WHAT ARE YOU -?!” Phoenix exclaimed in a hushed whisper. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Find the mimic mask and get the briefcase.” She replied before following the security guard to the dressing room. Turns out, Pheoness can be an actress herself.

The dressing room was filled with beautiful outfits and garments. They looked extremely expensive as well, typical Juniper. An older woman was in the room “Oh, there you are! And I thought you weren’t going to show!” As soon as the woman started speaking, Pheoness instantly knew who it was. None other than the Fabricator herself! Pheoness had to hide her shock, for this is the first time seeing her in person. “Well, come now. Get into your dress. I still need to put your makeup on.” Dresses and heels weren’t really her style, but she couldn’t lie, her outfit was absolutely gorgeous. It was a blue satin dress, embedded with sapphires at her waist and hips. It was hard not to trip in it, but she had to admit she digs the new look. As the Fabricator was gently applying makeup to her face, Pheoness spoke up in a slight accent, since she had to hide her voice “Fabricator…is it normal to feel like you’re about to throw up your intestines before preforming?” The Fabricator let out a soft chuckle “Of course, dear. You just got a little stage fright, that’s all. I promise, you’re going to kill it out there.” She nods as The Fabricator steps back to admire her work “You look beautiful, darling. Absolutely stunning.” Pheoness looks down at herself, she’s never worn anything different from her regular suit and pants, but she doesn’t mind it. “Let’s get you out there..” She says, intertwining her arm with Pheoness’s. For being an evil genius, The Fabricator’s surprisingly more sweet and caring than she thought. Before they knew it, they were backstage, the ballroom mere feet ahead of them. The woman could feel her trembling at the mere sight of the crowd and her breathing growing unsteady. Pheoness just wanted to sneak back to Pheonix. She never asked for this. She felt The Fabricators other hand gently caresses her arm “It’s okay, dear. You’re alright. Take a deep breath. Here.” She places a blue mask in Pheoness’s hand, similar to the one she saw on Juniper’s jet, just without the x-ray vision. “Your own finishing touch, just let the rhythm of the music flow through you.” Pheoness’s muscles slightly loosen but she’s still shaking with nervousness as the lights of the ballroom fade into darkness. “That’s your cue, go get em.” As if it were some sort of nightmare, there she was. On the main stage of the ballroom, with the blinding spotlight on her, all eyes were on her and only her.

(It might be a day or two before I post the next part cause there’s gonna be like 3 or 4 parts:/

Handler week Final Day

(Sorry I’m a little behind I had some personal issues)

They sent a card to Reggie on the last day of Handler week. This is what it said

“Hey Reggie! I’m so sad we can’t officially pamper you anymore. If it weren’t for you, me and Pheoness would probably be somewhere in heaven right now. You’re as much of a great friend as you are a Handler and we love you so much! Thanks for everything you’ve done for the both of us -Agent Pheonix❤️

“To Reginald. Well, I’m not good at this sentimental crap but I’ll try my best. Handler week was a very much deserved week for you. After all, you’re working your butt off all day to keep me and Pheonix alive. I can’t go on without saying thank you for not abandoning me when everyone else did. My life wouldn’t have been the same if it weren’t for you and Pheonix Sincerely, Agent Pheoness💙”

(I added some scars on Pheonix and Pheoness btw>:)

STAWP!

IM TRYING TO REFRAIN MY OBSESSION FOR REGINALD

THIS DOES NOT HELP SHDJSKFNCKSKGKSNCJXJDNCJGKEMCJR

What do you think your Phoenix and Reginald would look like as Zoraxis agents? :3

ooh now this is a fun prompt!! here they are :3

i’d imagine that in this timeline, Reginald grew disillusioned with the Agency’s treatment of their field agents and became a Zoraxis turncoat operative that went by the codename “Rubble.” Zor quickly realized that he was much more valuable as a handler due to his intimate knowledge of Agency operations. he was assigned to a young, nameless operative that no one else would work with due to their extreme disregard for the rules and unusually destructive nature, and after a few missions realized how much of an asset they had the potential to be. he was the one who gave them the nickname Operative Matchstick after he was questioned for sending them into a highly secure building alone, saying that a fuse only requires a single, well-applied match. they succeeded on their mission and blew up the building once they were done, cueing the higher-ups in on what Reginald had realized long ago.

since everyone else refused to work with them, Reginald himself was often recon and backup for Matchstick. reports started coming in of a strange man in a dark trench coat appearing places before vanishing without a trace. within a day or two, everywhere he went, destruction was certain to follow. if he was seen in a building, you could be certain that that very night, it would be burned to the ground. thus, the Agency started calling him The Raven; the black-clad omen of death.

soooooo yeah! the Agency would really have their hands full with these two. let’s be glad that in canon, Agent Phoenix has morals

I just realized I was spelling Phoenix wrong the entire time

HOW COME NO ONE TOLD ME ITS NOT SPELLED PHEONIX BUT PHOENIX

AHSNEICJTNSFIDJDNXJFJXNDNZJCMX I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAAAAAAH THANK YOU

I did some other thing

First Meeting with Pheoness and Pheonix

"Hello, you two must be Agent Pheonix and Agent Pheoness. The name's Agent 13-12... Also known as Agent Phoenix in another dimension." They give a wry smile at that fact. "There are a lot of us running around between dimensions. It's a pleasure to meet you." They held out their hand.

Context here

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@agentpheoness, I hope it's alright to draw them. 😅 I messed Pheoness' bangs a bit, sorry about that.

I was trying out a new style.

Can I join the movie night 🥺🥺?

Ollie did his best to disguise his shock at the invitation. He could somewhat wrap his head around Phoenix being willing to run a mission with him since they’d done it once before (albeit with Ollie having no idea) but this? He certainly wasn’t complaining, seeing as moments ago he thought he might never see Phoenix again due to their infrequent visits to Agency headquarters, he was just confused.

“Reginald’s address is technically classified, so I’ll come get you,” Phoenix was saying as they turned and continued down the hall.

“What’re we watching?”

“It’s Reginald’s choice, so probably a John Juniper flick. Ever heard of him?”

first ~ prev ~ next

good old impulsive Agent Phoenix lol

IEYTD The Musical song idea:D

OG Idea and song title: @kayssweetdreams

Working on the song with: @pandagobrr

Okay. I was thinking “The Star Always shines.” Would take place during Safe and Sound and transition to Rising Pheonix (Where John eventually dies)

Lyrics (Not done and is open to change and suggestions)

Handler?: Well hello there agent, I see you are awake. Everything’s alright now, just relax and have some cake. There’s no reason to worry, I can’t assure you more. The info’s safety stored Just don’t open that drawer! (Pheonix pries open the drawer)

(Already done with them) Great. Pheonix: Everything looks normal, so I shouldn’t get worked up. But why then is there is strange, abnormal feeling in my gut. He sounds like who he says he is, but I still have my doubts. (Grabs the lighter) Guess there’s only One way To find out. (Pheonix takes the lighter and burns the agency logo. The logo easily burns and reveals that they aren’t in the agency. A loud, long series of maniacal laughter comes from Handler as his voice converts to another familiar one. John Juniper’s)

Pheonix (speaking sarcastically): Great performance.

Juniper (Speaking in a smug tone while taking off his mimic mask): I try.

Juniper (Singing) You caught me, clever Agent. Color me impressed. but don’t think you already won For I already arranged your death (The laser cage surrounds Pheonix) Ever since I met you, taking your life has been my passion. Take your final bow cause it’s Lights! Camera! Action!

(Any ideas for the chorus?)

If one for Reginald is made this is what I would do

Scream

cry happy tears

Roll on the floor clutching my phone

Vibrate through the ground

You get the idea

I completely forgot to post this but a while ago I had an idea - IEYTD but like one of those dating sims - so here!

Also one without my Phoenix so, if you want to, feel free to draw your Phoenix in (Please tag me if you do! I love seeing people’s designs)

I will definitely be doing more of these with other characters!

Handler week day 3!

Less than halfway through Handlers week! So I made some assorted cuddlies🥺🥺🥺

My random Brain thinking Random thing

I feel like everyone in the Agency has to be like SUPER fit to become an agent, so I feel like this would happen at least once

EOD employee: *makes fun of Reginald’s dad bod* Reginald: 🥺🥺 Pheonix and Pheoness spawning with every single weapon imaginable: Were you saying something about our Handler?

Cue Pheoness, Pheonix, and Reginald platonically cuddling

Ieytd Lore #5 Whispers of The past

“Alright, fine. I’ll tell her, but you owe me.”

Phoenix’s annoyed mumbling becomes audible to her as Pheoness regains consciousness. Slightly bloody and burned wraps covered her body. “Pheonix…” Her voice was a low groan, mixed with both fatigue and soreness. “Oh, Pheoness..you’re awake.” He hung up the phone that was in his hand. “W…who was that…?” Pheoness muttered, trying to sit up but her torso was entangled in soreness, along with the rest of her body. “Oh, that’s Reginald. We…or you…have another mission.” Pheonix’s comment was met with another weary groan from her “Tell him I’m dead. I’m too tired for this.”

Pheonix laughs softly “I don’t think you wanna miss this mission.” “And why is that?” Pheonix throws her a thin paper slip. The mask logo on it was oddly familiar as she observed it from between her fingers “I’m guessing it has to do with that overrated actor Reggie was gushing about at the theater?” Pheonix nods “He says he has info on the attack, but he’s in Europe right now so you lucky duck gets to fly there on his own private jet tonight to meet him. Reginald wanted to come but the higher ups wouldn’t allow it.” Of course Reginald wanted to come, but it would really be nice to have some more personal time with him. Just to talk about the agency, nothing unprofessional. “Fine…I’ll go…I better get ready.” Pheoness sighs, getting up. Though, she feels a gentle grip on her arm “Wait…Pheoness…we need to talk about…the theater incident.” His voice seemed more gentle and concerned than normal. “Pheonix, it’s really nothing-“ “Don’t lie. Whatever happened in there was way more than nothing.” She questioned on whether to tell him, but..how did he see all of that…? No one has ever seen what she has before. She lets out an exhale, removing Pheonix’s hand from her arm. Her voice was shaky, What she was gonna confess wasn’t something she was used to talking about. They weren’t pretty memories to say the least. “Okay, but you better not tell this to ANYONE. Even Reginald. I’ll tell him when the time is right.” Pheoness nods slowly with a worried look as she began “You know how you voluntarily joined the agency to do some good in the world?” Pheonix nodded

“Well, I didn’t get that choice”

“W…what do you mean…? I thought all members were voluntary…..” Her expression darkens, painful memories coming back to her. “Don’t you ever question why you never see me go home after our missions? Why I’ve never talked about my life outside the agency?” She sighs “I don’t remember much, but I do remember having a family and a regular life…that’s all I know though. Not even my parents faces are familiar to me…” she rubs her temple before continuing “I was a smart kid, top of my class, so when I started to get common headaches, everyone thought it was just from workin hard at school. But..they started to grow longer and more painful. My parents knew something was up so they took me to the hospital. I can’t remember the exact details but something was incredibly wrong with my brain. It was so bad that I was on the verge of death. But, the Agency found me. Only they had the groundbreaking technology to cure me…the only problem was, the process was extremely costly and would use most of the research they’ve been building up to this point. So, they gave my parents a decision. They would save me only if I could work for them the rest of my life. My parents wouldn’t be able to see me due to Agency rules….you could guess what they chose, considering that I’m here…The surgery gave me the telekinetic implant in my head and the agency has owned took care of me ever since. Raised me, trained me to be the best of the best. After, I claimed my new name, Pheoness. I don’t even know if I have another name. Well, you know the rest. How my closed off attitude steered away tens of potential friends and Handlers and all that…”

Pheonix, who was hanging on to every word she was saying, had a small frown on their lips “I’m…. really sorry Pheoness….I guess that explains your personality but what does it have to do with the theater attack..?”

“I guess I forgot to tell you one crucial little detail.” Pheoness added, a weight being lifted off her shoulders. She’s been closed off for so long she forgot what it feels like to be vulnerable. “Zor heard about my little surgery. They thought of me as an imminent threat if that surgery succeeded. So, they sent their best assassins out to kill me. I don’t remember anything regarding what happened on the surgery but Director Morales told me one of the assassins got a bullet through my head, making the telekinetic implant malfunction. Somehow, I survived, but at a price. Rarely, my telekinetic impact glitches and sends me back in time. Usually, it takes me to my worst moments. I’m guessing that’s what we saw at the theater.” Pheonix, taking the information in asks “And….the silhouette that was stopping you..?” Pheoness puts on her suit as the sun sets over the horizon, a reminder that her mission was getting near “That was new. I cannot explain who or what that was. Can we stop talking about this? I’ve already moved on from my past.” Pheonix nods before wrapping his arms around her “Thank you for telling me. I know it’s hard for you.” Pheoness awkwardly hugs back, but his affection made her feel like the sun was shining upon her skin. “Alright, kid I gotta get going. Juniper’s not gonna interview himself.” Pheoness gives him a small squeeze before leaving for her flight.

I 100% support this. The fact that my OC agent Pheoness is Asexual makes this so much more funnier😭🤣

Consider

Incubus John Juniper who uses his powers to make everyone like him and lust for him so much that he is basically the first pick for every role because no one can withstand his raw sexual appeal. Then in safe and sound when he kidnaps Agent Phoenix he fully expects Phoenix to be so turned on by being so close to him that they basically give themself up but instead they interrupt his monologue by yelling "hey can you shut tf up? Christ you're such a pompous jackass."

ieytd lore #4? Spotlight on the Hatchling (Pt 2)

Without a second thought, she sprinted towards the sound. It was high pitched and like a banshees wail. It was calling out to her without a doubt from the way it attracted her. A wave of nausea hit her as more and more smoke made its way into her lungs. Tails from flames charred her skin. Things seemed to be distorting from reality and the excruciating headache increased tenfold. As the noise got louder and louder, the area seemed to warp into a familiar yet torturous area. There, in the middle the flames, was a small girl. She seemed to be the source of the sound. Her tear stained face looked…so much like herself. Pheonix, watching from the catwalk, sees his friends figure through the fire, screaming for her to get out, but everything else was just as mute as static to Pheoness. She goes to the child, but some sort of force gets a hold on her neck, shortening her already limited breaths. She tries to claw away at the grip on her neck, but it’s hopeless. A light blue glow comes from her neck, revealing the silhouette of a hand, then an arm. Soon, the whole body is visible. The figure had no face, but she could see the cruel smirk that it would have on its lips. “You can’t escape me forever…” the strange voice said before shoving her forward towards the young girl. It was like that one push drained all of Pheoness’s strength. Her legs wouldn’t respond as she crawled across the floor, each breath agonizing as smoke stung her throat. Finally, she approached the little girl. Her body was on the brink of being fully dysfunctional. Her arms, the only thing partially working, wrapped around the girls torso, bringing her in her protection. She finally heard Pheonix’s voice, but was too late….a gunshot finished her off with a bullet to the chest.

“Pheoness…PHEONESS!” Her vision was blurred from the experience. But she saw multiple figures crowding around her. She instantly recognized Phoenix’s black suit and red tie. Her headache was gone but when she sat up, every other part of her body flashed in extreme pain and she let out a strangled groan. “Don’t move…it’s okay…” Phoenix says in a soothing voice. She can finally see clearly. Phoenix and Reginald were there along with multiple paramedics. “Oh, thank goodness you’re awake….” Reginald sighs, visible tear stain running down his cheeks “W-what happened?” She moaned weakly “There was a kid stuck in the building and you rushed into the building to save her, ya idiot. I tried to tell you to run but one of Zor’s goons shot you..good thing it missed vital organs.” Pheonix said hurriedly. That..wasn’t how she remembered it going… she didn’t get out of the building…she…she shouldn’t be alive. Her memories went foggy as Reginald and Pheonix carried her to the trailer “You get some rest, okay?” Reginald said, stroking her head once before leaving. Pheonix set her on the bed, but there was one thing she recalled Pheonix saying before she fell into slumber “I know what really happened.”

ieytd Lore #4 Spotlight on The Hatchling (Pt 1)

(Warning: Mentions of blood, violence and canonical death)

Reginald said this would be a mission, but it didn’t feel like it. The blinding lights throughout the stage, the discordant melody of instruments tuning, it was all so unfamiliar but oh so beautiful. Pheoness, all dressed up in her satin tuxedo, takes a seat. Her arm runs across the soft fabric from the arm of the chair. This was Pheoness’s first time in a theater, so every sound, every sight, were new to her. Agent Pheonix was already set up backstage, attempting to find info on whatever Zoraxis activity was occurring here. Next to her was a fidgety, hyperactive Reginald. “Reginald! Calm down! Remember, we have to focus on what’s important.” She said, pointing at the Prime Minister, the man that they were trying to protect. Reginald calms down but her grip was still like iron on the chair’s arm “Yes, you’re right, agent.” He muttered and spoke in his earpiece “Pheonix? Any suspicious activity?” On the other side, Phoenix can be heard, seemingly eating something. “Nope, just setting things up backstage. And we get free donuts!” Pheoness sighs wearily, of course Pheonix’s first priority was food. After a few minutes, the lights start to dim and the curtain raises, presenting the Hollywood Actor John Juniper, which makes Reginald let out a small squeal “It’s John Juniper, IN THE FLESH!” Pheoness had to grip his arm gently to calm him “Yes, Reginald. Now breathe.” Pheoness didn’t exactly hate Juniper, but she just found him maybe just a LITTLE overrated. “Uh…guys..that mask looks weird..I think it’s boobytrapped.” Pheonix says “Well then figure it out and disable it! It’s already hard enough to control this-this toddler!” She demands shakily as she sees the mask descending onto the stage. “Reginald! The mask is dangerous!” Pheoness shakes him out of his starstruck daze. “I…I think I got it!” Pheonix exclaims. It was the last thing they heard before the mask exploded, the impact sending them back slightly. When Pheoness regains her vision, the mad and the theater is up in flames! Heavy clouds of smoke burned her eyes and lungs as the sound of screaming and audiences panicked footsteps fill the room. “Reginald..you okay…?!” She shouts and after a second, hears Reginald’s voice in the midst of all the chaos “Yea! The Prime Minister got out safe! Let’s get out of here!” Her head was pounding with pain as she hobbled away to the nearest emergency exit. But she stopped. She had to, for a noise made her. One that paralyzed her in her position.

It would Happen E-van-tually

(Just basically Pheonix and Pheoness’s reactions moving into the van that I turned into a trailer)

Pheoness was pretty pissed, after saving the world, she thought she would at least get a bigger office, but no, they get a TRAILER. She could curse out the higher ups there and then, but she didn’t want Phoenix’s precious, innocent ears to hear. Pheonix, on the other hand, seemed to be happy in their new environment though, bouncing on the couch bed like a hyperactive child “This is amazing!” He squeals “Yea, the claustrophobic shower is great too…” Pheoness scoffs sarcastically, searching around the place and mumbling to herself annoyed. She misses her old office even more. But even though all this new change clouded 50% of her thoughts, the night before took the other half of her brain. “I know that look…” Pheonix snickers “You’re thinking about that night with Reggie, weren’t you?” Pheoness sighed, taking a seat. She told him about that night but it always seemed to be brought up again. “I just don’t know, Pheonix. Something just felt…..different….the slight heaviness in his accent when he was speaking,…the way his coffee brown eyes glow in the dim light. Crap, that didn’t feel like when I talk to people normally…maybe it was just the stress of . situation..” she rambled, stopping abruptly at when Pheonix put a hand on her arm “Pheoness, Relax. Breathe. You’re gonna stress yourself out..plus, I think it’s pretty obvious.” She looks at him questionably “And if it’s so obvious, then please care to explain?” Pheonix smirks “You’re in loooooove~” He teases. It takes a few seconds for her to process before she glows scarlet. Love? LOVE?! No…it couldn’t be. She didn’t even care about anyone a few years back, there’s no way. “You’re crazy. There could be any other explanation!” She scoffs. She was incapable of feeling love, it was a fact. Everyone knew that. “Oh come onnnnnn, you always seem to notice the smallest things about him.” Pheonix urges on “Well that’s strictly cause I’m observant. Completely platonic. Plus, it’s agency rules to be in a romantic relationship with another employee.” Pheonix’s smile fades into a frustrated pout, it seems like he supported the idea, but he couldn’t argue with Agency Rules. “Hey, I know what would cheer you up. Look behind you.” Pheoness says and Phoenix’s eyes widen in joy seeing the beautiful object behind him “MINI FRIDGE?!” “MINI FRIDGE!” And they dash to the mini fridge and yap about it like chihuahuas while scarfing down all the food that wascurrently in the fridge. Even if they have to go on ANOTHER death defying mission in a few days, they might as well take the joys of their new home (And the food) While they still can)

Pheonix waved cheerfully ”See ya! Well they were fun, right Pheoness….Pheoness…?”

Pheoness was lost in thought thinking of the thousands of dimensions of sweet, cuddly and adorable Reginald variants. “We need to look into this..” she says, staring at the box intently

*Agent Phoeness and Agent Phoenix both get letters address to them. Based on the design and format, it does seem to come from the EOD, albeit with slight differences.

Greetings!

It seems like I finally established contact. The name's Agent 13-12. It's a pleasure to meet you... if you're open to it, of course. I hope this letter finds you well.

I'm one of the many EOD agents running around here and there.

My intention is to form a friendship here and there. Although it does take specialized equipment to establish a two way contact.

Anyway, I hope you're doing well.

Sincerely,

Agent 13-12

(@eod-agent-13-12, which is my side blog so I don't end up flooding the main tags. XD)

Pheoness looks at Pheonix questionably “There’s no Agent 13-12 in our agency.” She says “What kinda crap did you pull?” Agent Pheonix raised his hands in surrender “Nothing this time! I swear!”

Pheoness lets out an exhausted sigh “Well whoever it is, good and bad, want to meet us. Let’s send something back. Hopefully, it’s not a trap.” The two write a letter back to the address left on the previous envelope. If said

Greetings Agent 13-12, We have gotten your letter. You seem to be a legitimate Agent due to the design and format. But how do we find out who you are? And what do you mean by “specialized equipment?” -Agent Pheonix and Pheoness

A few minutes later

Worker on the P.A: will a Reginald Crane come pick up their child at the front desk?

*the gang goes shopping*

Reginald: okay, Phoenix, no wandering off. In order to keep you out of trouble, one of us will be holding your hand at all times so you can't leave.

Phoenix: *looking down at both of their empty hands ten minutes later when everyone else got distracted and walked away* ... Hm...

Phoenix: *slips away from the group so quietly no one notices* a shadow in the night.

Pheoness before she was nice (This takes place in Friendly Skies btw)

Agent Pheonix: Oooooh my first mission! This car is so cool! Reginald: You better be careful, agent. There could be deadly weapons everywhere. Agent Pheoness: *spectating* I swear, if he dies on his first mission you’re gonna be both Handler and Hand-less Reginald: Agent Pheonix: The rest of the Agency:

I swear this would be Pheoness. That is adorable❤️

Roxana: can you help me with something really quick?

Reginald: sorry, Roxana. No can do. Phoenix never lets anyone touch them but they fell asleep on my shoulder so I'm staying here as long as I can.

Roxana: understandable. I'll see you later.

ieytd lore #3 No Survivors (Pt 2)

Solaris snickered as it flung the radiation towards them. Only precious seconds before the radiation crashes into the shuttle and kills them. Quickly, Agent Pheonix uses the robot arm they had control of and did exactly what Commander Solaris told them to do. He caught the barrel before it hit their shuttle. Agent Pheoness was extremely impressed with him, realizing he wasn’t gonna die as easily as she thought. “Good thinking, kid.” She chuckled, ruffling his hair. Pheonix smiled, but he notices a panel outside their shuttle and underneath the Death Engine “You think you can get that open, Pheoness?” He asks. Agent Pheoness smirks “Gladly.” She uses her telekinesis to open the panel. Inside was what could only be the energy source of the Death Engine. They destroy that, they destroy that, they destroy the whole machine. “It’s too big for my telekinesis to destroy!” Pheoness states. Pheonix looks at the radiation in the robotic hand. “What if we use the radiation to override the machine?” Pheonix asks and Pheoness replies with a scoff “That’s both stupid and reckless, anyone with a brain can can figure out that’s a bad idea..” despite her comment, she smirks “Good thing we don’t use ours. Go for it, kid.” Pheonix smirks mischievously, placing the radiation in its core.This causes the core from glowing red to a green hue as another countdown to fire the laser activates. “You idiots have ruined everything! Now all of us are gonna die!” Commander Solaris shouts as mini explosions go off near the core when the machine tries to power up. As the countdown reaches 0, the machine malfunctions, causing the whole shuttle to explode. Everything faded into darkness. The weapon was destroyed and the world was saved. Unfortunately, NO SURVIVORS REMAINED! Wait….if no survivors remained, how did Agent Pheoness wake up to the sound of ERs? Pheoness bolts upright, the memories of both what she went through and the questions of what happens now making her weakened body panic, that is, until she felt a comforting hand on her arm “Hey, Agent, calm down..you’re safe now..” She hears a familiar voice whisper. She looks beside her to see Reginald by her side. Though her body was very sore, she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him and embrace him. “Reginald….I thought the death engine killed you!” Pheoness sighs. Reginald returns the hug, rubbing her back gently. “No…that blast only cut off communications. How are you though? When the agency’s ships found you two, there was a lot of radiation in your lungs.” “We’re fine..we’re just- Oh no…Pheonix?! Where’s Agent Pheonix?!” Handler laughed and turned her head so she could see Pheonix. He was sitting upright in his own bed next to hers. “We did one heck of a job, Pheoness..” He said, his voice a little weaker than his regular energetic self. “You guys sure did…” Reginald replied “Zor’s plans were completely foiled when you two blew up the Death Engine. Unfortunately, the Agency had to fake your deaths so Zor doesn’t know you’re alive. In the meanwhile, you can take a break from the missions while you recover. So, It was true. No survivors remained on the Death Engine incident, but that’s only what they want you to think.

ieytd Lore #3: No Survivors (Pt 1 because it’s too long)

(The picture above is the storyboard and notes I made for this chapter:)

They were in space. On a Zor space shuttle. Trying to stop a weapon that could destroy cities in a single blast. So much to take in in such little time. But they had to focus, it was necessary, because even one tiny slip up could have the fate of the world in the hands of Zoraxis. The two agents were successful in getting on the space shuttle safely and without being identified. A big canon-like machine pointed out of the main part of the shuttle was probably the Death Engine they were sent to destroy. “Agents, you need to find a way to eliminate that Death Engine, millions of lives are depending on it.” Reginald’s voice echoed in both Pheonix and Pheoness’s ears. The two searched their quarters, trying to obtain any info about this lethal weapon, but was cut short by an ominous countdown “Agents? Is that a countdown…? What is happening-“ before he could finish, the countdown hit zero and a powerful red beam fired out of the laser, hitting Earth with tremendous force. The impact from the beam violently shook their shuttle, only static came from both of their earpieces. “Reginald….? REGINALD?! Pheoness called out in a shaky cry. Was the communications cut short? Or was it his life that was cut short? Either way, the agents have now witnessed the full power of Zoe’s death Engine. Pheonix put a reassuring hand on her shoulder before they heard a female voice on the speakers. Whoever it was had a slight Russian accent. “Zor always puts me with the newbies…” she sighs “Well, you’ve probably heard of me but I’m commander Solaris. You better get out of there. I don’t think your shuttle will take another blast, it would collapse.” Agent Pheoness sighs “That ain’t good…I feel like living for another few decades.” The two gather info on the shuttle and its technology. They would get out of this confined shuttle and not risk dying, but there was a conveniently placed barrel of radiation just outside their door. Opening it would mean certain death. Fortunately, they were able to work out some of the mechanisms of the shuttle like the gravity controls and used them to activate a robotic arm from outside the shuttle. Finally! A way to destroy this machine once and for all! Their reassurance slowly fades as they hear Commander Solaris’s voice on the speakers once more. “Apparently, Zor’s got some info on you, AGENTS!” Oh crap, Zor knows they’re here. They know the two want to destroy the Death Engine. Commander Solaris let out a sinister laugh as she controlled a robotic arm of her own, one that was holding another barrel of radiation. Honestly, how does Zoraxis get this much radiation like people just hand it out?! The robotic arm whipped back “Catch..”

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