Subject: Permission Request, Part 2
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Posted on: 2014-05-08 04:57:00 UTC

To every Boarder who hates Mary Sues, this is my permission request, part two!


Okay, I chose both of the prompts at random, and here they stand. 


Control: The agents first meet

Random: The agents meet a robot in HQ wearing a mask of a canon character, OR, one Agent plans a surprise party for the others.

As I have said before, I will likely separate the prompts. One will be located here, and the other will be located in the response to this response. 


Without further ado, here is what I have for you.


Response Center 525, one of only a few triplexes in the entire PPC compound. This was Ellis' new home. He knew better than to hope for a partner who was anything like he was. 

Sure enough, as he opened the door, utter chaos struck him hard in the face!

Or rather, a Boston Crème Pie hit him hard in the face. Ellis began swearing profusely, dropped his luggage and began wiping the crème out of his face.

"Oh, no!" cried a high, scratchy, yet distinctly feminine voice. "Oh, I'm sorry. I fell into that broken table again. Here, let me help you."

Ellis felt a cloth begin wiping off his face. "No, 't'sall right, I got it. Jus- hey- stop." he added when she didn't stop. 

Whoever she was, she gave him his space as he finally managed to open his eyes. His new partner was slightly shorter than he was, and had Brown eyes and dirty blonde hair that stood up, as if they had been blown back while she had been traveling at high speeds. 

She began shaking his hand furiously. "Hi! I'm Vivian Wells, your new partner."

Ellis drew back, regained his balance, then told her, "Nice t'meet ya." Though he didn't entirely sound like it was nice to meet her at all. "I'm Spencer Ellis."

"Want some?" Wells offered him some sweets. "You look like you might enjoy these."

Spluttering in indignation, Ellis demanded, "Is that a fat joke?"

Wells giggled mischievously as she burst away toward her side of the RC, 525-B, with inhuman speed.

"Do not, Mr Ellis, take offense to her joking personality," came a bored, imperious voice from 525-C. "She means only to test you and find your limits."

This voice belonged to a slightly short young woman with brown eyes and brown, shoulder length hair. She could not have been more different from Wells, as, instead of wearing a tank top with a daisy on it and sweats, she wore a set of steel plate armor.

But Ellis knew who this was. "You! You're-"

"Bessie. Aye, t'is so. Like many others, you know me, then?"

"I..." Ellis struggled to find a new subject. "I... I gotta unpack."

"Very well." Bessie replied, turning to return to 525-C. "Consider fixing the table Wells broke."

And that is the control prompt, everyone! I am experiencing difficulties with posting both of the prompts, there fore the next one, the random one, will be up momentarily in the reply to this reply. Stand by!

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