I'm wondering if now actually wasn't the best time to request, considering the thread right below. *shrugs* Oh, well.
RC 3-Apple-14: how the agents joined
Rina is a bit of a pack rat when it comes to books, and it was this habit that led to her joining the PPC. She had a tendency to pile her books around her bedroom, and the books' chaotic proximity caused their respective natural plot holes to converge. Since nobody expects to wake up and step out of bed into a pit that leads to a secret headquarters, it was more than a little terrifying when it happened to Rina. After she got over the initial shock, she immediately asked to sign up and invited her friend Randa to be her partner.
Agent Rina Dives, age 17
While PPCing, Rina's default moods are resigned, irritated, and snarky, but if someone messes with her favorite characters, especially Remus Lupin, she'll fly into a rage and usually has to be physically restrained. Her preferred weapon is a crowbar, but she is also a competent archer and has some experience with fencing.
Rina is lanky and inherited her father's large hand and feet, though hers are thankfully nowhere near as big as his. Her plain brown hair is kept short so she doesn't have to brush it. Needless to say, it's always sticking up at odd angles. She wears contacts to correct nearsightedness and will swear up and down her eyes are green, but everyone knows they're really hazel.
Her semi-eidetic memory is both a blessing and a curse; she can perfectly recall things she's passionate about, but anything that falls under the Do Not Want category is retained, too. To add insult to injury, employing bleep products isn't an option as Rina's allergic and would like to live to see retirement, thank you very much.
Agent Randa Roan, age 17
Randa was quite bored with her old life and jumped at the chance to join the PPC. She's a rather quirky person (her favorite tool is a heavy steel yo-yo with a 'Sue hair cord) and comes off as a very happy-go-lucky sidekick, but if it weren't for Randa, Rina would have gone off the deep end a long time ago. It's really thanks to Randa's badfic tolerance that the pair can get their jobs done. (When it comes to the Zelda continuum, though, the roles are reversed, with Randa being prone to raging and Rina acting as the level-headed one.)
Randa's extremely self-conscious about her weight, but Rina refuses to apply any word other than 'huggable' to her; anyone who uses anything else is likely to be introduced to Rina's crowbar. Randa's hair is a warm brown color (almost the same color as her eyes), slightly curly, and falls not quite to her shoulders. She wears glasses so she can see more than two feet in front of her face.
A sketchbook is her constant companion, which she puts to good use by including portraits of 'Sues in mission reports. She prefers to pass time by drawing her favorite characters when she can see them, though.
Badfic: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9094976/1/The-Marauderette
I'm putting the writing portion below, since I don't want to put it on the 'net and have it confused for an actual PPC story.
Rina kicked her feet up on the console, being careful to not accidentally hit any buttons. She yawned and raked her fingers through her hair.
"You know," Randa said from the floor, "When you asked me to join the PPC, I didn't think it would be so... boring." She gestured to the room; its only interesting features were the console and two old chairs that seemed likely to collapse at any moment. Beds were supposed to be delivered 'soon', which both recruits knew to mean 'not for a long time'.
Randa propped her chin up on her fist. "I'm bored." She glanced at Rina, who was now drumming out a beat on her knees. "Really bored," Randa added meaningfully. Rina sighed and began digging in her jacket's pockets.
A moment later, a deck of cards was tossed in Randa's direction. "Go play Solitaire or something," Rina said, going back to her drumming.
Randa opted to build a house of cards instead. She soon became engrossed in constructing a five-story pyramid, and the project managed to suck Rina in as well.
"Almost... there..." Randa whispered, barely moving her lips. The girls held their breath as Randa delicately positioned the last two cards-
[BEEEEEEEEEEEP!]
"Holy-!" Randa jumped, sending the cards flying. "Oh, come on!" She sighed and kicked at the floor. "What were the odds of that happening?"
Rina slapped the big red button on the console, accepting the mission. She glanced back at Randa. "Here in the PPC? You're kidding, right?"
"Well, I guess there's always later," Randa muttered.
Somewhere the girls couldn't see, the physical manifestation of the Ironic Overpower was grinning.