Mobius M Mobius

"Why is it the people you can't trust are always saying 'trust me?'" 📺Whoops All Variants AU ⏳Not your mom's TVA ⏱️Multifandom Singleverse RP 📻Serious & Banter 'The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.'

doubts the pieces have gone up yet nor would they just be right in front. Probably a special extra gallery in the back - the place seems huge and... well there's a cotton candy like taste of magic hovering around the building. Who knows... might be an interesting visit. >>>

hums again, biting at his lip this time, watching the pulse of the bead on the graph. "Oh, why not." Mobius huffs at himself, snapping the device shut and sliding it back into his pocket. He looks at the little poster and then tries to rubberneck a bit to see inside but he >

huh?" He hums, intrigued, and pops another cajun fried hushpuppy into his mouth. "Haven't been to one of those in some time." Shifting the makeshift paper cone to his other hand, he pulls out his TemPad and toggles around, finding the date of the exhibit on the timeline. He >

Munching on his grab from a food truck, Mobius notices a neon light design glowing prettily behind a large window. He stops to read it, smiling at it's motivational 'never give up' before seeing the small poster affixed to the inside of the glass at eye level. "An art show, >

wrong impression, Mobius looks away before too long and pulls out his phone. Might as well see if anything was worth streaming while he waited for his food.

interest - she's definitely one of his types; long dark hair and eyes that speak volumes, but... the shape of her grin isn't quite right. Her eyes are brown which... no. Little things. Huh. Maybe he's just not really interested. He won't fight it. Not wanting to give her the >

believe that this really was just... how his life was. No TVA. No Variants to track. No knowledge whatsoever of a millennia of lives lived, lost and put on hold. Just a regular guy, taking a break after work. A woman catches his eye and he even tries to muster up some >

like fighting an innate sense of home. That one employee, one of the cooks, really had been onto something with his skepticism... Mobius was going to turn into a dive-fly at this rate. With a drink in hand and a comfortable enough booth cushion at his back, he let himself >

A Friday night and no points on the timeline to mind. Mobius found himself trying a few places along his typical city route but nothing compared to Hades. The senior agent turned up at the dive more often than not and fighting the already comforting familiarity of the place was >

shivers racing down his spine. At least none that didn't come from the plate of delicious hot honey grilled wings that was in front of him...

he'd watched the footage trickling out of a college graduation ceremony the previous day... but hey, the Brocks of this 'verse were not his clowns nor his circus. So Mobius could just sit back in his lone booth and enjoy the Sunday Funday offerings at Hades without any further >

Of all the Dangerous Variants in all the 'Verses, he had /not/ been expecting a Brock and his Symbiote family to be in this one. That'd be a lie - technically, he expected one in every 'verse, but this particular variant pair had /quite/ the record at the TVA. He'd winced when >

quesadilla better be worth it. Otherwise this variant's branch is /so/ boring." Mobius' laughter is bright and Bea's smile grows at eliciting it. One day.... she'd get him to see the sort of happiness he deserved but today would not be that day.

looks at her, his eyes are surprisingly soft and Bea relaxes a fraction. "I know you're looking out for me but I'm fine. I've moved on. This is just a case for me." "Okay." She says, nodding, and smiles when he claps a hand to her shoulder and squeezes gently. "But the >

places their order, continuing once they left. "No one would blame you. Especially after--" "Don't." He sighs and Bea's posture straightens. Mobius' tone isn't sharp or angry, but it's firm enough that she instantly feels bad for nearly bringing his exe's name up. When he >

room that says 'days since an agent took their work home.'" He illustrated the sign with a gesture, blue eyes inscrutable. "But I am not getting involved. Literally. I'm just making sure the branch goes where it's supposed to." Bea waits as the server shows up and Mobius >

her. "Y'know... it wouldn't be the first time someone's gotten involved with the variant they were assigned to." "I'm rootin' for ya, my friend." "Mobius. I didn't mean me." "I know. I'm also aware of the count. There's a little fill in the blank sign in the Analyst's break >

later, eyes rolling and huffed an amused breath from his nose. "That's how they play pool here - Terrans, not just Loki. You should look up some of the clips from professional competitions if you like that view so much." He shot back, arching a brow and a grin right back at >

charming. In a city alley sorta way. Like a Knowhere establishment but with Sakaaran sense of self--" "Sure. But that's not what I meant." At the small frown he gave her, Bea redirected her gaze back to the pool tables and Mobius' followed. His expression slackened a second >

clear line of sight to the show. "I see why you like it here." She grinned, sliding a look the senior agent's way. "Yeah, it's a neat little place. Hole in the wall but surprisingly accessible." He commented, glancing up to look at her, "Plus the decor really does make it... >