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They was dead bored and their phone was not helping anymore. Spread like a starfish on their mattres.
Roll over, you're on your face. Roll again, left feet's dangling down. search for your phone, bring it up above your head. Click and it lights up, again and it goes black. Do it again 'cause you didn't look at the time.
2 in the morning. Dead of the night. Arm falls down and drop the phone again.
"Aye, whae am ah shitein? thair's nae way ah'm spending another night here. This place cannae be as dead at night as they make it sound."
Finally sitting up, they took another look around the plain boring grey walls, blindly searched for their phone once more, and finally got up.
"Whae would've thought those american shows would nail down whit secret agency bases door would look like?" they wondered out loud as said door opened up to the hallway. "that's the only part they goat right though," they continued when the camel paint of the hallway was revealed.
Boring corridor, dim light giving just enough to see where you're going. Nothing interesting to note yet as the scottish agent walked to the main hall, the boredom from before slowly creeping back from its uneventfulness safe from their footsepts faintly echoing, only the prospect of having a sofa or an armchair for themself still fueling the late night initiative.
The hall was as empty as everything else, just much wider and with as wide windows spreading the night lights.
Left was the desired sofa, right were tables and the kitchen. No soul to be seen on either sides, only the faint sounds of the fireplace could be heard.
Walking toward it confirmed their thought, there was fire for sure, but no one to be seen around. "Whae the fuck light up a fire for the night and leave? That's jist dangerous." they voiced their bemusement to the missing perpetrators.
Taking another look to confirm the emptiness, "Well", they shrugged before launching back first onto the sofa, "whae'd ah be tae refuse such a gift?"
A light chuckle echoed, spreading chills down the back of the now much less confident immortal. "It would seem, deer companion, that your sit has been taken over," a gravely voice stated from somewhere nearby.
the lights emating from the fireplace and the wide windows suddenly felt much dimmer that was supposed, even in the middle of the night.
"It does seem, my dear friend, that we got a new companion on this dark night." answered a light accented voice just behind their head.
The words were suddenly followed by a darkness erasing anything but the sofa, armchair and fireplace.
"Whatever will you do to remedy to this newly arisen problem, Friend?" the first voice enquired, much closer this time.
If they didn't know of their immortality, they'd surely have bolted away by now, that didn't mean they were any more confident about what was about to come down upon them. Trying to look around without moving too much only yielded the discovery of a rocking chair on the opposite side of the armchair.
A light laught came from above. "How about a fitting greeting for an intrusive new... companion?"
"It would be a shame not to make them feel welcome among us."
If the lighter, but not any less threatening voice, came from right behind their head, the the darker wasn't supposed to come from right beside them.
"Rightly so", then everything went dark.
something immediatly grabbed their legs and shoulders "Let go!" they scrumt in vain feeling picked up and moved before let go harshly on the very much solid ground. "ouch..."
A full blown laughter echoed as the room and sounds came back to them, the culprit being the grey and black haired woman sitting cross legged on the exact sofa they've been pick off from.
"whit- how- why?!" they finally got out as confusion, anger, fear, and adrenaline fiought and dispersed in their mind and body. "Ah couldav- Ye could jist have asked ya pricks?! fucking cunts! Ah- ah- Whit the fuck?!" Taking a look around confirmed the presence of a very specific blue cloaked person comfortably knitting on the rocking chair, "Whit are ye even doing here?!"
"Same as every night, same as you." Fade said as she picked up a book beside the sofa that they didn't notice, "You're not the only one who fight off sleep, and everyone comes here at some point." she smiled to them before opening her book. "It usually takes longer than a day though."
"So what?" they picked themself up, forcing an english accent through. "Yous get bored so you just take it on the others?" Dusting themself, they took a second look at the empty armchair before walking up to it and falling down in the same fashion as they did on the sofa. "So, who else's on yir little club? Anyone else's hiding in the shadows?" they asked before pulling out their phone and swinging their legs up on the arm of the chair, pivoting to land sideway with both head and feets dangling on opposite sides, "Or am I gonna have te choose between you and my boring room?"
Omen ended up answring, "There is no club, we just find comfort in a small fire, decent sitting, and the silent company of others. You only experienced the consequences of disturbing a well-honed habit."
"All I did was use the sofa, how is that deserving of... that." they gestured aimlessly with both hands.
"Clove, you'll learn that Omen has his chair, I have my place on the sofa, and everyone else must addapt to it. You're no different."
"You guys are dicks."
"You did have an interesting reaction, most agents either try to fight back or move out the way", Omen comented, "They don't usually stay petrified waiting for something to happen"
"I wasn't petrified. Sure, you guys can put some pression on people, but it's not like it matter to me," they just shrugged it off, "I obviously couldn't do anything since there was someone just above my head, I'm not quick enough to escape that, it's easier to play dead than try to fight off more prepared than you, it opens more opportunties."
"That doesn't work if you're actually dead." Fade replied, sounding somewhat annoyed, "hence why you're suppose to react and prevent it from happening."
"Well, too bad for them, I can't die, they'll have to find something else."
"Clove, you cannot only rely on your immortality, once your enemy know of it, they will start to addapt to it." he sighed "What do you expect will happen when the enemy knows how counter your only strengh?"
"Can't counter immortality, it's in the name."
"But they can wait for you to get up and do it again, can't they?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Deadlock will be the one to train you," Fade interved, "For everyone's sake, try to not to act too expendable, an angry Deadlock will make everyone very fearful, and that's a tool we don't want our enemy to have."
"What? You guys are afraid of her? She's like a big otter or something."
"She's a strong and recourseful woman," simply stated Omen, "Many prefer having her on their good side."
"Meh, I'll show you two, at the end of the week she won't be able to refuse me anything!"
"Wouldn't that be interesting?" chuckled Fade.
"Please do refrain from using your teammates as experimentations as well as betting on their future actions." sighed Omen deeply.