—TOUCH ME TIL I VOMIT

    HANNAH MORI     Thirty Six.     They/Them “You are like me, whether or not you admit it. Unsatisfied, meticulous. And your hunger is not for experience but for understanding, as though it could be had in the abstract.” — Louise Glück, “Moonbeam” in The Seven Ages

[gluttcnous]

Hannah Mori / Gluttony is an omega level mutant with the ability of absorption. they’ve been in new york for 10 years where they spend most of their time as a private masseur / government agent. when i think of them, i think of bloodshot eyes, the sickly sweet scent of wilting flowers, a well loved and tattered sweatshirt. they are affiliated with [ the seven deadly sins*]. || (sonoya mizuno, 36, nonbinary, they/them ) 

 under the cut: stats / TL;DR / bio / connections

STATS

FULL NAME: Mori Hannah / 森 羽奈 GOES BY: Mori, Glut (only by other Sins) GENDER: Non-binary, They/Them AGE: Thirty-six D.O.B:  1962 HEIGHT: 5′7″ OCCUPATION: Private Masseur MUTATION: absorption 

TL;DR

> Taken from neglectful parents at age three. > Raised in a government home, groomed to be a government agent and a good one at that. > They were an outgoing, bubbly child and young adult until the Seven Sins experiment’s success. Their ability takes a toll. > Works as a private masseur to the wealthy. Is very good at their job. > Has been a member of the Brotherhood for a decade. 

FULL BIO

Mori has always been left wanting. They wanted a loving home, they wanted to be important, they wanted... something. An intangible thing to want, the sort of thing they'd only recognize once they had it. 

 Born to a young couple who were not in a good place to have a child, too immature, too low on cash and too interested in having their own youth to properly raise a child. Forgotten whilst their parents indulged in their own excess, their parents barely noticed when their child was taken. 

Raised in a government home, the young happy child took to the training like a duck to water (and other such clichés). 

They were an outgoing, bubbly child and young adult.  Until the Seven Sins experiment’s success. At 23, they’d seemed to finally get that thing they wanted. It was power, it was a family of sorts, something more tightly bound than something simple like blood. Linda and the other sins are the only family Mori ever needs, ever needed. Why should they have to preen or parade around for anyone else? Of course, the only person they will put on a show for is Linda, and if Linda asks, Mori gives. 

Their mutation was absorption: the ability to take from others. Be it their energy, their life force, parts of them and when it came to mutants? They could take their ability. At first it overwhelmed them. Unable to distinguish whether they were taking their life force, ability or even parts of them, they would step back disorientated. Fragments of other’s personality lingered like a bad smell, every nerve lit up in the best way possible. When it comes to absorbing the abilities of others, they don’t simply mimic, they take. The other mutant in question loses their mutation. Entirely. It returns, of course, but can take a couple hours and is a gradual process. 

They worked for a few years simply as a masseur in NYC. Given their ability they quickly became sought after, everyone left their sessions boneless and calm and simply at ease. Building a reputation quickly, they took full advantage. Working only with the higher class (aka wealthier) clients so they can work as little as possible but still reap the benefits of a healthy pay cheque. The other reason for wanting life to be easier for themselves was their real goal in NYC.

Mori has been a part of the Brotherhood for the last decade. Slowly working their way through, befriending everyone they can in their own quiet, unobtrusive way, simply waiting for the call from Linda.

CONNECTIONS

BROTHERHOOD!  They have been a member of the BH for a decade. Let’s plot.

CLIENTS! Wealthier the better.

@c23intros

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G R E E D

Face concealed behind the hockey mask, Narcissa smiles to herself. Mori attempting to get into her pants fills her with disgust, but there’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a little fun with this. Trying to disguise her accent, she replies, “of course not. I can be a real screamer.” She leans against the bar, twirling the fake machete in her hand. “Even serial killers have to let it all out sometimes.”

It would’ve been fun, flirting with a silent figure. Means more opportunity to be tactile. They’ll take someone with a sense of humor, though. The stranger answers them. For a second Mori frowns. A blink and you’ll miss it moment where the voice i nearly familiar. “That’s hot, look forward to hearing that later,” they drawl, wink, “What’s your poison, Voorhees?”

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C A S T E L L O

It felt stupid to be out celebrating, given the current state both his career and personal life were in. As if he had a choice but to support Maxine, though he was rather perturbed by the fact everyone would be out of a job. Though, it would likely be the perfect chance to get out of New York. He glanced at a stranger next to him, and did a once over. “What are you supposed to be?”

“Asami in Audition. Great film,” their smile is thin, flicking the hair of their wig over their shoulder. Eyes flick to his neck, because they like being a little threatening. For fun. “Maybe it’d be more obvious if I had my piano wire out.” It wouldn’t be, probably. People either know it or they don’t.They place a hand on his arm, a tiny taste reveals he’s human. The touch isn’t needed but Mori’s then pinching his suit sleeve, lifting his arm a little. “What are you supposed to be?”

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J A C K

          @gluttcnous​ !!

         “you mind—oh.” of all the people that jack expects to be at club nyx, mori isn’t one of them. maybe that’s presumptuous. no, that’s definitely presumptuous. “i didn’t recognize you at first,” he admits, pulling down the half-mask he’s been sporting all night. necessary? not particularly. but he prefers it.

“What—Jack!” Mori turns to face him, a flicker of annoyance gone as quick s it arose. They don’t have to try as hard to be energetic or smiley, they’re drunk enough and enjoying the evening enough for it to come naturally. “It’s the wig, isn’t it?” They look him up and down, shocked he has a sense of humor about his costume: “Hilarious costume choice, zombie boy.”

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@thalassofins​

It’s him. Can something be considered their white whale, their purpose, their some other hyperbolic description of a curiosity if it was only a passing interest in an AOL chat room? For the strength of Mori’s ability to flit from interest to interest outside of their job, yeah. Yeah he is their Moby Dick. Right in the middle of a nightclub: the giant fucking shark dude. Mori walks right up to it, a rare cheek splitting grin in place. They reach out, touch his skin, curious, passing it off as trying to dance with it. Will it taste like Shark? Seafood? Like strength? “How’s it hangin’, Jaws!”

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@insatiablegreed​

“Always thought Jason’s the hottest slasher and you are proving me right,” Mori’s crass with their opener. There’s never been any point in beating around the bush. Works well enough for them. “How in character are you, baby? Gonna be silent all night?”

[gluttcnous]

Any sort of celebration MORI can and will indulge. The costume’s too much fun that they even donned a wig for it, hard to feel dysphoric when walking around a crowded club with a wire that can cut through bone. Yes, they don’t do anything by half measures, including the props and leather apron. They will be at the SATANIC SOIREE causing problems dressed as Asami, from Audition.

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T E N Z I N

WHO: tenzin & @gluttcnous​​ WHAT: give tenzin her dagger back! (no) WHERE: somewhere brotherhood affiliated 

“So, you gonna give me my dagger back? There are easier ways to flirt with me. You don’t have to steal my stuff like we’re pre-schoolers.” For all Tenzin knew, Mori might not have the dagger at all. They’re the most likely suspect, though. Ezra would’ve bragged by now, Nia wouldn’t care about it, Sela’s a grown up, Mark’s a dick but he’d rather attack her head on, and Mari, like the other members, knew better. “I will pull your intestines out and wear them like a feather boa, by the way.” 

Lounging across a booth in Nyx after hours—before hours?— is always funny to Mori. It’s empty, lights are on. The sordid nightclub simply a room. It’s the bodies that make it the cesspool. How fun. When Tenzin appears, Mori tips their head back, hanging off the side of the leather sofa. They look like a cat, without the feline grace. A cat who’s eaten too much, maybe. A fitting description considering the fact they’d dispatched of two rather annoying drunks and can feel the afterglow of their drinking. In a deadpan, they respond, “Never went to pre-school. Reliving my childhood.” Tenzin continues, giving a creative threat. Spinning round to rest on their front, leg kicking like a school girl. “That’s hot—” Drawled out just like Paris Hilton “—Are you going to do it with your nails? Seeing as you don’t have your dagger?”

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R I L E Y

The problem is Riley could not chill. This was the third time now that he had lost his powers to someone else, first it had been Solomon, but he has learned his lesson there, accepted the punishment as it was and regret his actions, the second time has been during their mission to take down Essex when that machine had surprised all of them and Riley had been helpless to fight the guards and now this.

This time wasn’t his fault. He had not been at the wrong place and he had not angered anyone, he was simply doing his job, he was simply trying to help someone and this is how they re-payed them. “I don’t give a shit, I really need it” for a moment he thought about not saying it, but really, everyone already knew about him and Levi and at this point he honestly didn’t care if they used it as leverage. “I can’t touch my boyfriend without my mutation so you better give it back” 

After that he resorted to sulking in the corner as he watched the gold in their eyes, a sign that his mutation was working, that he had to sit around and wait until it was finished, and hope that they would give it back. “Yeah,” he scoffed “you can go fuck yourself if you think I’m answering any of your questions”

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“It’s Levi, right? The hot, gloomy one.” If only they knew how to permanently take a mutation. Doomed to never touch his love’s skin, or do it and certainly die. Given that mutants shouldn’t really exist, well, could someone even consider that a tragedy? Mutant’s taking themselves out, Mori thinks, is not the worst outcome. Mori rolls their shoulders, focusing on their body, on small aches and pains. This mutation is powerful if confusing. They consider holding his ability hostage: tell me or you’re never getting it back! But that’s too petty. Too outwardly antagonistic.

“That’s kinda poetic, actually. Your powers matching up like that.” Mori stops, spins on their heels to face Riley with their usual deadpan expression. It could be a sincere offer, it could also be a subtle ‘fuck you’. “He ever want to touch someone else? I’m immune now.”

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P R I D E

          @gluttcnous​ !!

         “i know i didn’t call,” she starts, as always, with a proper greeting. “but i really, really need a break from… everything… and i figured that you might not be too busy.” and more sympathetic to the idea of gossiping. the other sins ( save for one ) have always enjoyed taking the time to rip into their enemies, but gluttony and pride have collaborated more than almost any of them. the perks of being so closely situated. “i brought wine, too, of course.”

“I see how it is, you figure I’m the lazy one,” Mori drawls, faux annoyance at Sora’s greeting. They still open the door wide for her to come in, no Sin would be left on Mori’s doorstep. At the mention of mine, they light up, greedily reaching for the bottle to crack it open and get glasses out. “Only reason I’m letting you in.” Padding over to the kitchen, bare feet against the floor, Mori always dressed skimpily around their own home, all the better to feel everything around them with. “What’s up, broski?”

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M A R I

“Well, they were right about that. Made you practically undefeatable, huh?” She says, elbowing them softly. “Ah, that’s the thing isn’t it?” Mari says, tensing slightly at the mere thought of her parents. It’s not a topic she touches on an awful lot, she she can probably be somewhat vague about it. “He doesn’t know. He died a few years back, Mom too. Anti-mutant crime, unsurprisingly.” She thinks about it often, whether or not they’d approve of her being in a group like the Brotherhood. The answer is no, resoundingly, but Mari wouldn’t even have wanted to be a part of it all if she still had her parents. That was the catalyst to this whole thing.

“Sorry,” Mori offers. It’s always such a lackluster response to hearing about someone’s family dying. At least it’s a common one because Mori can’t find it in themselves to really care. A few more mutants out of the world, hardly a bad thing. Except looking at Mari, well, that was a little harsh them, wasn’t it? Wanting to lift the mood, the elbow Mari, a wide smirk, “All they did was make me scary. Who was gonna snitch on me if I can have ‘em flat on their back like—” Mori snaps their fingers “—that?”

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W R A T H

Although Glut can’t see her face, Ren scrunches it up in disgust and punctuates the expression with an eye roll. She’s not remotely squeamish in reality; it’s hard to be, after their upbringings. But she does think it’s in totally poor taste how excited Glut gets to be gross. Like, just because their code name is gluttony, that doesn’t mean they need to take quite so much pleasure in being compared to Hannibal Lecter. “Setting the bar pretty low, to be fair,” she grumbles. Ren has never been known for being emotionally available. She loves her siblings dearly, but she’d be hard pressed to say it out loud.

“I don’t know if I’d want it back under those conditions. Icky.” She informs Mori. From experience she knows it’s not literally like that, but would it kill Mori to phrase things like a normal human being for once? The harsh dig of a thumb into Ren’s musculature feels like a pointed punishment for questioning their methods. Trying to suppress a grunt of discomfort (and failing), Ren flexes her fingers. That’s what she was trained to do: clenching her fists made it too likely she’d break something, so now her instinct when annoyed is to splay her fingers out flat. “I think you’re enjoying this. Definitely more than I am. I thought massages were meant to be relaxing.”

“Course I’m enjoying it, I love my work,” Mori deadpans. It’s not a lie, their need to feel another’s skin became nearly pathological once the mutation took hold. They are careful, more respectful of taking from Yaren, purely because she’s another one of the Sins. Anyone else in this situation would be getting drowsy, especially if they were to keep talking so much and bitching. It is, unfortunately a part of Yaren’s charm. 

“You know that saying, it hurts before it gets better?” Mori digs in, feels the satisfying shift of muscle as a knot loosens, the relief will flood her soon, “How’s that feel? Roll your shoulders.” Mori lets go, already looking smug and waiting to watch their point be proven.

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E Z R A

         the excuse is there. one of them balks, another grimaces… it’s the sort of behavior that would have him eagerly pummeling them into the pavement, under normal circumstances. here, it’s a little more public than is smart. even if he has to be reminded of that fact, he’s aware of it. but the human dredges aren’t enough to keep his attention long, particularly when there’s better company about. eyes shifting downwards, he cocks a brow. “is that so?” now there’s a proposition he can appreciate. “s’pose we skipped the drinks then? think i’ve had my fill of this… omega masturbation fest.”

This is a perfect chance to get closer to Ezra, the absolute monster that he is, and get to indulge in his appetites. It’s amazing, really, how they can feel the way his ability actually changes them. Mori looks up at Ezra, teases lightly, “You’re that eager to show off?”  It’s easy to act giddy at the thought of fucking someone up, shame it’ll be a human, but there’s some saying about cracking eggs that Mori knows would fit. “Lead the way, love.”

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J A C K

         “easier to absorb, yeah. usually it’s just one material.” by comparison, living things are much more complex. the materials that make up a body alone are vastly more varied than a simple glass or a sheet of metal… to say nothing about things less tangible. their life force, their energy—things that keep an organism running outside of the gears grinding within their flesh. this complexity makes them more satisfying—appetizing, even—but comes at its own cost. too much of it… and it’s violently expelled. vomited, almost.

         but inanimate objects don’t keep him going. not for long. it’s a tool of battle more than of survival. “no, it doesn’t taste as nice,” he agrees, a huff of laughter escaping him. taste. a peculiar way for them to describe it, albeit fitting. or do they taste as though they absorb through the mouth, let things pass over the tongue? his conceptualization of things is less concrete. “but it’ll keep you alive, if you’re desperate.” and jack has been very, very desperate. a horrible feeling he hopes never to relive.

         “depends on how much i take? this?” he waves his glass hand. “not long. it’s such a small amount i could probably force it out, if i tried hard enough.” the more it attaches to him, the less likely that becomes. and of course… living things, energy, power… that’s out of his area of expertise. he can’t expel that without trying to steal from something else. “why, tired of your hand creaking like that?”

Jack laughs at the notion of taste. They tilt their head to the side, the confusion turning to a look of concern. They’re good at looking genuine, at looking at Jack with a little bit of worry. They need ot remember they’re acting under the pretense that they don’t recognize Jack as one of the escapees. 

“No, I like it.” Mori taps their fingers across the table top. Rhythmic, metallic. They want to drag their nails across something. Maybe find a sharp knife, something stainless steel. “Amazing after all this time there’s still shit to learn, you know?”

As though it were a difficult question to ask, they pause in consideration. It may be a little sadistic of them, asking Jack about his desperate times. Would he tell a stranger more about Essex? They hope so. “Have you… were you desperate? When you figured this out?”

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M A R I

“Humility is not a common enough trait,” Mari muses, a lighthearted air to the comment as she double checks the door has locked behind her. “A bunch of different places, really. We moved around a lot in my teenage years, but my Dad was my most consistent coach. He was super into kickboxing, and wanting me to know how to defend myself since I was a mutant. It was the only violence ever condoned in our household growing up.”

“Sounds like a good dad.” Mori hums to show interest in her story. Then they’re tipping head side to side, as though debating how much to share, “Got into a lot of scraps when I was younger, the home figured it was easier to get me into a class than to keep fighting the other kids.” ‘The only violence ever condoned’. Laughable, really. Mori’s childhood, Mori’s life has been built around violence. And mutants like Mari? Who’ve made it their life by choice? Even worse. “What’s dad think about you being with the group?” Saying Brotherhood out loud seems risky. 

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R I L E Y

The calm energy only seemed to anger Riley further, but no matter how much he actually wanted to hurt them, it would be pointless, they would heal in no time and Riley’s temper had already cost him his mutation once. He had learned from his mistake. “You call this borrowing? You must be fucking insane, because I don’t seem to remember you asking for it” he decided to keep his distance, pacing around. “Because I’m a fucking decent person and some people don’t like skin on skin contact” and besides, he was a med student, it was more out of habit than anything else and also he liked to keep things clean and professional as much as he could.

“Borrowing means I’ll return it, damn, man. You gotta chill out a bit.” Mori stands up, putting distance between them because this guy needs to fucking chill out and Mori will not be responsible for in-fighting with the medic, they want his hatred to stick. Some fisticuffs would settle things too quickly. At least in Mori’s view. Besides it’s helpful to figure his ability out, if they’re ever in a bind and Riley’s near? Great way to keep themselves running and functional.

“Congrats, I don’t like any contact so you went above and beyond, Goldie. So. What other tricks have you got up your sleeve besides healing?” they ask, casually, as if Riley isn’t ready to fight them. 

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S L O T H

There is something uniquely difficult about being a part of the sins. He loves them all like siblings, but his loyalties lie with Linda. When it comes to being a leader, his first duty is to keep everyone in line. The deal with the pentagon did nothing to help Mori, but Leon would not hold it against them nearly as much as Linda seemed to. “Fair. Probably a lot of people licking their wounds.” He gives a noncommittal shrug. “Lots of new trauma for people to process. It keeps the bills paid, that’s for certain.”

“They’ve really taken the whole spy deal personally. Major trust issues,” they start talking, always a tad bit more around Leon. Mori almost wishes they could’ve stepped in sooner and really fucked things up but the brutal torture and live stabbing? Ezra could probably tear a rift in the group all by himself, “Swear you’d be a millionaire if the Brotherhood lot actually got therapy. Suppose there wouldn’t be a Brotherhood if they got therapy though.”