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[myagents]

art by rockafellerrrr on Tumblr. This is the piece that made me realize that Price belongs in sparkles.

New to rp, coming from a background of comedically serious in character parody on tumblr, now available on Twitter myagents (https://twitter.com/AidenPriceless?s=09). Up for both crack and serious scenarios.


AUs:

1. Price survives on Chorus and retires, spending time observing Others
   
   
2. Price survives on Chorus but is arrested and put to do community service
   
3. Modern day/Pre-pfl au, where Price is just a 'regular' evil doctor.

Prompts:

1. While loyal to the Director, he's very much fascinated by the Chairman as he believes that there has to be some interesting psychological scar under the boring quest for money.
   
2. Even the smallest amount of distress he can cause in Others brings him great sexual fulfillment.
   
3. He sees the Director as a buffet of mental illnesses, and he's hungry! Despite being content with their current work relationship he'd love to find out more about his boss to have a more entertaining stay, and is very nosy…

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During the Project, after hours

[determinist]

It had been a long day, what with all the training the agents required and the fussing he needed to do with the coding for the AIs and such. He was exhausted, as he usually was after putting in a long day, but he still needed to get a couple of things done. He went to the ward room, where he and the Counselor and very few others had the chance to relax and grab a meal, skimming through his datapad as he methodically chewed his dinner.

Next thing he knew he was dropping his datapad, and his head was bent forward as though he'd been asleep. He cursed under his breath, leaned forward to grab the datapad, and sat up stiffly. Hopefully no one had caught that little piece of evidence that he was overworked. There were some important missions coming up and he couldn't afford to take any time off.

And by 'no one' he mainly means Aiden. Aiden is the only one with the ability to order him around at all.

Re: During the Project, after hours

[myagents]

As always, Aiden was observing attentively, and of course he did notice. Poor Director liked to power through his own exhaustion to get things done. So much despair on display. If he was a naïve baby born yesterday, perhaps Aiden wouldn't notice that this was hardly about getting things done rather than a mix of tying his self worth to how far he could go and a genuine will to hurt himself. So strong and fragile at the same time, Aiden thought he was a beautiful human being, not less sensitive than a cute puppy...And much like puppies, humans can subconsciously respond to certain commands:

"It would be wise to get some rest," he approached the Director to sit in front of him, gleefully aware that framing a sentence that only implies the other's wisdom if they agree is an evergreen trick "but I can bring you a cup of coffee if you please."

Which one was he going to choose?

[determinist]

The Director looks at the Counselor's calm, yet somehow smug, face.

"Counselor, please," he mutters, sounding less enthused about the words than he typically was on the bridge when he said it. He knew he needed to get some sleep. And the Counselor knew he wasn't likely to go get some, not at this early point in the evening.

"You know how I prefer to drink it," he finally adds.

[myagents]

"Of course." he nods and obeys, walking to the coffee maker, taking his sweet time in bringing the cup to the Director. He figures the Director most likely wants him to spike it with alcohol, to give it 'a little punch' that can help him push forward, but if he keeps going like this he'll probably crash. This time, instead of in front of him, the Counselor sits next to him, trying to peek at the datapad.
"How can I be of assistance?"

[determinist]

"Texas and Omega," he says by way of explanation, showing the screen to Aiden. There are very few documents that the Counselor doesn't have access to in this Project, so he has no compunction against showing it to him. "I'm trying to assess how much of her decision-making is influenced by his presence."

The launching of the motorcycle pod was clearly her idea—he'd given her the opportunity, after all—but was barreling down the highway her plan? Was ramping the motorcycle high enough to fire at the Hornets his?

[myagents]

"Well." he shrugs "The easiest way to find the answer would be making frequent check ups while alternating extended periods of time with Omega with periods without him. The host's mind is bound to slightly merge with the AI's, retaining some information and behaviours as intrusive thoughts after removal, but that could be easily addressed with therapy sessions. Regularly this would be damaging with a human host, but due to her nature Agent Texas is resistent enough for this experiment."

He pauses, contemplating the idea of reassuring him by sugarcoating, but after all he knows the Director appreciates a problem solving approach. Is he really committed to go on with fragmenting the Alpha? Price doesn't know, but it's an opportunity that he's never had before. If this was too painful, then the Director would stop in time. It's only right to keep focusing on the experiments.

[determinist]

"Ah," he replies, pulling the datapad closer to himself to look over the data again. "In that case, I believe we will want to assign him to someone lower-level than the current crop of Alpha Squad agents." Alpha Squad agents were the ones they intended to assign the newly-created AIs to, but this particular assignment would have a different goal.

[myagents]

The Counselor tilts his head.

"I'm afraid I'm not understanding, sir. We have already established that AIs are going to be assigned to the most skilled agents - rightfully so, as they're not a type of resource we can afford to waste." he purses his lips, thinking "...Unless you want to create enough AIs for all the agents, but I don't believe it's a good idea: first of all, we cannot be sure that the Alpha is capable of enduring such damage and producing fragments without them getting weaker and more inconsistent with every splintering; second of all, if every agent gets equal treatment they will stop competing, and at that point they will have more time to start questioning our methods, which we absolutely cannot afford anymore."

[determinist]

He sneers dismissively. He doesn't care for getting push back from his second-in-command.

"This is a different situation, Counselor. The AI will remain hers, even when it is not in her possession. The idea is to gauge her reactions without it, not the agent's reactions with it."

[myagents]

"Then perhaps we should simply keep Omega in the lab." he suggests, hiding annoyance "I'm sure I don't have to remind you how Dangerous that specific fragment is. He seems to have the ability to jump from host to host, which might highly damage all our remaining agents."

He knows the Director is not going to care about the other agents' well-being when presented with anything regarding Texas. What is so special about her that makes him think it's fine to be reckless and come up with absolutely garbage plans? This is supposed to be about progress.

"Not to mention that given his ability, Omega could very easily jump back into Texas." he adds, feeling a strange sensation in his stomach urging him to follow it with a sly insinuation "To create Agent Texas first and then a rage fragment that comes back to her, the Alpha must be having quite intense mixed feelings for her…"

[determinist]

Leonard hadn't forgotten that Omega seemed to show this ability. He'd reviewed Omega's hundreds of thousands of lines of code by hand, after all. Still, the Counselor seems fairly assured about things he can't possibly know about.

"How do you know what would happen?" he says, practically snarling. "You act as though his behavior is set in stone. If that's the case, you would be able to tease out which of Agent Texas's decisions were under his influence."

[myagents]

"I am merely informing you about the risks, sir. Determining which decisions that Agent Texas makes can be influenced by Omega is feasible through therapy, as I have suggested earlier." he Narrows his eyes pettily, immediately adding a soft smile underneath to mask his irritation "Wouldn't it more beneficial for you to examine Agent Texas's coding itself, rather than Omega's, since you would like to find which errors to fix in her structure?"

[determinist]

"Hmph."

He looks at the data on the pad once again.

"I already went in and removed the memories of her creation." Anything that would alert her to who he is and what he's doing is gone.

Prison AU

[godofthemachine]

They're not cellmates, but they are at least correspondents. Alan, or AM as he is generally known around the prison, casually takes a seat in the mess hall across from Aiden Price, setting down his tray of bland prison food. At least he has finished his recent punishment of being served nothing but nutraloaves for a week... so the sickly-colored mashed potatoes and rubbery meat actually look appealing today.

"Hmph. It's been quite a week," he announces before shoving a spoonful of the potatoes into his mouth. So disgusting, and yet so delicious.

"I don't suppose you have anything interesting to tell me."

Re: Prison AU

[myagents]

Price waves as he sees AM arrive, gives him a soft smile when he sits at the table. He moves delicately as always even while cutting the meat in paper thin slices, contemplating the way they roll down. It's a strange behaviour, especially for a new inmate, but he can't help it.
Not to mention that seeing someone so huge like Alan always gives him a certain feeling, and since he himself is undeniably petit and weak, he wants protection. Giving him information in exchange has been a good deal, so far.

"Indeed." he agrees, then thinks for a moment if there is anything to share.

"I have heard some rumours, but I have yet to verify them."

With the limited movement that the inmates are granted, it's hard to gather information.

"Although I wouldn't say they are of particular interest."

[godofthemachine]

Aiden isn't the first prisoner AM has given protection to. His bulky form and aggressive demeanor obviously provides advantages, but it's not like he does it for altruistic reasons.

Aiden, at least, has proven to interest him enough to warrant some association.

"Oh?" He swallows his potatoes and scoops up another spoonful, nearly shoving it in his mouth before pausing.

"In a prison, anything could be of interest with what little entertainment we get otherwise." He scoffs before devouring that spoonful, savoring its salty blandness.

[myagents]

"I suppose you're right." he plays with his food a little, turning it around with the fork. Stares at it mindlessly as he thinks "Apparently Williams is looking into getting Protective Custody. He hasn't disclosed what he is in for, so it must be something controversial."

A little smirk flashes on his face, then disappears in favour of a calm and collected expression. He takes two thin slices of meat in his fork and eats them without chewing them, sucking to enjoy how quickly they melt in his mouth.

"Something worth punishing from the rest of us, maybe."

[godofthemachine]

At first, AM listens halfheartedly, expecting to hear bland news of someone's phone call to their mom or someone's favorite TV show, but when he hears about Williams, he pauses his chewing.

"Oh? How interesting." He smiles, pleased to hear that someone is receiving a far harsher punishment than AM himself recently received - that is, the nutriloaf.

"It has to be pretty bad for him to be sent there. Unless..." He taps his fork on the plate. "They're protecting him from someone else..."

[myagents]

"Yes. The guards are watching over him more closely." nods Price "I doubt they will be distracted enough for us to do anything."

He cuts another tiny slice.

"Also, I submitted my request to work in the library. I believe it is an appropriate job for me, and I would get to observe others."

[godofthemachine]

"Mmm." He makes a noise of slight disappointment at the revelation of the guards. They'll have to stay away from Williams and his associates for a bit. Too bad; it's always the solitary confinement that piques his curiosity too.

Another bite of bland, overcooked broccoli. He chews it at the side of his mouth, answering with a slight muffle. "That's quite the coveted job. You might have to kiss a few asses to get it."

Everyone likes the library job; it's quiet, surrounded by books, and of course has opportune people watching. It's far better than the dull monotony that otherwise is prison life. "But I certainly hope you do. It suits you."

[myagents]

"Certainly it will help us gain other inmates' trust." Aiden nods "It's much easier to exchange drugs and currency in a library than in the mess hall."

He takes a sip of water.

"Speaking of, they might use them to pay for my silence. Is there a specific substance you would like me to request, in that case?"

[godofthemachine]

Hopefully Aiden can get that job. It will make things far easier, or else AM will have to sweeten himself up to whomever does get it.

"Hmm..."

AM does lean back in his chair and consider Aiden's question. What does he want? "I suppose money never hurts, of course."

But there is a slight wistfulness with the way he says it. Money is power, and AM once had a lot of money. He still technically does, he supposes, but that's all used on lawyer fees and appeals. Should he ever escape this rat cage, then he may have access to his fortune again. But it has absolutely dwindled considerably.

[myagents]

"Alright." he then proceeds to hum, wistful as well, having one more bite of meat "Hopefully it is going to be an interesting experience."

He stays silent for a bit.

"Any other way I can assist you today?"

[godofthemachine]

Any other way to assist - AM can think of many ways, most of which involve pain and humiliation. Having been incarcerated for a series of rapes, tortures, and murders, he clings to anything that can give him that feeling of control.

"Well, it has been a while, I suppose..." He chews the last of his meat, internally mulling over the affairs of the prison.

"Have you been able to get in contact with Brickman at all? He owes me." There is a glint in his eye, of course, with that last part, accentuated by the gradual curl of his smile.

[myagents]

"Last time I saw him was in the courtyard the other day. He..." Price glances down "He didn't say nice things about you."