Subject: Permission request
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Posted on: 2014-07-16 00:36:00 UTC

I'm hoping to be able to work on a collab with Iximax and I would like to get permission.

Agent Murder-A survivor of a zombie apocalypses.Is mute and communicates in gestures that not many people get.Does not like to be surprised, and often reacts violently when startled. Has pink hair, and has been seen wearing broken glasses held together with tape, white button-down and black slacks. Has a weakness for all things cute and fuzzy. Was kicked out of the Division of Mary Sues because of an incident involving Rainbow Dash, a bozoka , and cotton candy.

Agent Seyche- a minor Hetalia badfic replacement character who's life was spared, thanks to the kindness of two PPC Agents. However she has no memory of the past, and much prefers it that way. Being a Hetalia character, she cannot die as long as her country exists, always managing to heal herself. However she is physically weak, not being able to push over a pile of books without needing help. She was been described as fairly small, with dyed blond hair and green eyes. She often wears green dresses under over sized lab coats. Has a paralyzing fear of ducks.

As an added note both of my Agents have gone to school to receive the training needed for the Department of Mary Sue Research and Experimentation. They mainly work in labs so they need more training then regular field agents.

Permission request
It was shaping up to be a normal work day, or at least the PPC equivalent. There had been no surprise kitten fights, no parties in the cafeteria, and no invasions of Mary Sues.

It was almost disappointing, Agent Michael Murder mused to himself. When they had visited the PPC the last time there seemed to be weird incidents going on around every corner. Now it seemed almost dull. The hallways were quite, the most of the agents were either out on a mission or asleep, and the cafeteria was calm, populated only by the staff. Murder let out a long breath and stirred his mug of coffee. It was shaping out to be a pretty disappointing first day.

“It’s still a little too early for any excitement, Murder.” Agent Seyche said tiredly. “We’ve been over this before.”

Murder sat up a little in his chair and adjusted his glasses. His partner did have a point, but he was still disappointed. It had taken ages to graduate school and he was anxious to get started on official PPC business. Seyche didn’t seem to share his eagerness. She just nodded once to show that she understood the gestures, and went back to sipping her orange juice.

After a few more quite minutes Seyche got up and threw her (now empty) bottle into the trash. She muttered in a near incomprehensible tone that she was going back to their room, hoping to aim for few more hours of sleep. Murder didn’t move instead choosing to study the clock. It was almost 6:00 o clock in the morning PPC time. Where was everybody?

Suddenly a loud shriek split through headquarters, startling Murder. That scream sounded a lot like Seyche!

He was on his feet in two seconds and made in to his and Seyche’s shared room in about fifteen seconds.

The door had been left shut. Murder would have missed it in his hurry if there hadn’t been for the piles of boxes stacked near the entrance. He fumbled for the knob, relieved to find the door unlocked.

Seyche was standing on one of the room’s lab tables, her eyes wide with terror. Seeing Murder enter she raised a finger to her lips, and pointed towards the far corner where there lurked a…

Duck.

A baby duck.

A pink, baby duck, wondering around in the corner, quacking.

They really need to talk about Seyche’s phobia.

The look on his face must have been rather odd, as Seyche had gotten off the table and pushed him forward.

“Hurry up.” She whipered urgently. “It’s planning something; you can see it on its face.”

Murder hoped she saw what HE thought on his face.

“Shut up and get rid of it!”

Well there’s his answer.

Murder scowled at her, before practilly marching up to the Duckling, scooping it up, it in his palm and petting it. It made little squeaky noises when he ran his finger over his head. Could it get any cuter?

He looked up at his partner with wide eyes. She could see that it was just so precious and wonderful right? She wouldn’t push such a sweet animal into the cold unforgiving world right?

Seyche bit her lip and looked down at her feet. After what felt like a long time she let out a long breath.

“Okay here’s the deal. You can keep it, but you’re taking care of it. Got it?”

He nodded giddily, feeling like a small child on his birthday.

“Also, keep it away from me.” She continued. “And if it turns out to be some sort of Sue-subtype it goes on the table. No questions asked.”

Murder nodded before pulling Seyche into hug. She stiffened at being so close to the duckling, but Murder ignored her. This was going to be the best research job ever!

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