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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…

Comments

[determinist]

"I simply wonder about where Texas ends and Omega begins," he says. "I wouldn't want to deprive her of his protection for long, however."

In other words: He doesn't plan to change anything about Texas now. Especially since Aiden had been the one to protest about removing Omega at all.

[myagents]

"May I ask why does it matter?" He says impulsively, aware of asking a stupid question. He then shakes his head and lowers his glance back on the papers.

[determinist]

"Did I imply that it matters?" Leonard growls. At least he knows better than to think it's important to anyone than him. "You seem very troubled by my musings tonight, Counselor."

[myagents]

"Well...you're working very hard, and it is my duty to collaborate and contribute in such way that enhances your productivity. So, if you have a task to assign me, I will comply."

[determinist]

"How about we calibrate Delta's responses in the morning."

The rest of it? He'll concern himself with it on his own time.

[myagents]

"Alright. I will get my material ready in the meantime." He closes his folders and collects them with his datapad, getting up. "With your permission, sir, I will now go back to my quarters. Good night."

[determinist]

Leonard nods and returns his attention to the console. He's liable to while away some time well past midnight, then arise too early to start the cycle all again.

[myagents]

"If..." Price is still standing in the room, nervously holding the datapad and folders to his chest, he dislikes when the Director ignores him "If you need something, please call me."

[determinist]

"Of course," he mutters, as if to himself. He's still examining whatever's on the console. "Do stop hovering, Counselor."

[myagents]

How annoying, how hideous of him to act like that! He's so blatantly in need of help, of support, but he won't let anyone in. All these attempts to look tough make Price curl his nose, they're not fun, not in the way he does it. Carolina is a much more boring case to him, but the way she acts tough is far more entertaining, far more beautiful, her pain is still very much on display while still never actively having a meltdown. He doesn't think she took that after her mother, the Director is easily capable of doing that too, of putting on this beautiful show; if he won't appreciate input on practical matters, he could at least entertain him, but he deliberately doesn't. He's very much a steak in front of a lion, but thinks he's the Whole cow still, and a very stupid cow at that because he's not afraid in any way whatsoever. This is enraging. He'll pay for it. Yes, let's call him out.

"I am only…"Hovering" because it's in your best interest, thus in the best interest of your project. I'm sorry that you perceive my behaviour as persistent, but it is my duty to take care of you, since you are clearly not taking care of yourself."

[determinist]

Leonard glances at Aiden, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Indeed," he finally replies, seemingly dismissing whatever angry outburst was on his tongue moments before. "As long as it's in the best interests of the Project. Are you implying I should go to bed?"

[myagents]

"With all due respect, yes. You should."

Assertiveness through words only isn't exactly his forte when it comes to dealing with the Director. He can usually keep big and aggressive guys at bay with the excuse of authority, but with someone above him it's not that easy.

[determinist]

[ Someone else may have given an exaggerated sigh. Leonard simply shuts down his current processes, logs out for the night, and comes to Aiden's side to join him in walking to the officers' quarters. ]

Well?

[myagents]

[He's surprised the Director is talking to him instead of just heading to his room without saying anything. Avoiding these conversations is his specialty, after all. What does he even want, does he want to pick up a fight? Or is he testing him in some way? It feels like a test. He's a bit nervous.]

Yes, sir?

[determinist]

[ Leonard scoffs. ]

I thought you'd have something else to say about my health.

[myagents]

I would like you to take care, that is all.

[Offers a quick timid smile and then turns to him before proceeding in the direction of his own room.]

I will see you tomorrow, sir. Call me if you need anything.

[determinist]

Of course I will.

[ It's said with a scoff, although he's never resorted to doing so before. ]

[myagents]

[Price is not happy about the scoffing. Is the Director aware of how inconvenient it is to be this arrogant towards the only available help? Does he not remember that NO ONE ELSE will help? Ungrateful bitch.]

I mean it, sir.

[determinist]

Indeed.

[ With that he turns and goes toward his quarters. ]

[myagents]

[He lowers his head.]

Alright. Goodnight.

[He too heads to his quarters. He keeps his room mostly empty with the exception of textbooks, celebrity gossip magazines and fancy clothes in his closet - the one quirky detail is his butterfly collection on a wall. He sits at his desk and sighs: he's never got to see the Director's room, not even to quickly fetch something for him, and he's always been curious about what it looks like, of what small tellings of his personality and his secrets could be seen in there. Alas, he's never come around to get a hidden camera in there. Maybe next time, that could be interesting. In the meantime, he left his own door slightly ajar just in case the Director calls him and he has to get back to work. God knows the man will find something to complain about.]