Welcome to the wonderful world of Science!

Welcome stranger. I am the chief researcher and overseer of Matoi labs R&D, named in memory of my adoptive mother, and purveyor of all work here in. I specialize in biological research and biotech, though that does not of course preclude other sciences. Feel free to bring me any samples you believe would be worth studying... but be sure to follow proper containment procedures. We are more than happy to compensate you for your finds. We also gladly sell our researched products to those who can afford them (Some restrictions may apply), as well as our services such as our booming pet shop. All in the name of SCIENCE of course. Recently I've also started to delve into robotics a bit though that is hardly a focus of my work and more a hobby, it has however produced me a delightful android daughter. Feel free to ask me just about anything about my work and do try not to worry too much if I happen to have a different appearance at any given day. It comes with the territory of gene modification and the like, though I will usually at least look relatively human.                                                                                 Matoi Labs R&D is in partnership with Haltmann Works co ltd. As such, some product feedback may be redirected to their Q&A desk if relevant before it is presented to you. We cannot 100% guarantee a satisfactory response. This does also mean you may occasionally find representatives such as the delightful head secretary Susie in my feed. Do try not to be alarmed, and I encourage you to give her a shout.                                                                                                                                                                                                           ((Independent, fairly non-selective, and multi-muse, though Ingrid is my primary in most cases. - Penned by Gaps))

[fuckyeahmasahirosakurai]

he looks so proud of them 😭

[ingrid-matoi]

ask-asuka-x-shinji​:

“Yes. We are grateful for the warning and the invitation. But… we are bond by our orders. The choice is not ours…. and that is somewhat unfortunate, but we would not be allowed such a leave.” Rei replies after a moment. She felt… she felt a little, disappointed for once that it was the case. There was something, something attractive about joining with someone like Despair for her. Even if she was close with Shinji and Asuka as the being with Lilith’s soul she was still distant from most other humans, and thought Despair might be able to teach her a lot. That said she’d still follow orders. 

“While That’s entirely true. It’s also true, that we’re still needed to fight the angels here and leaving to fight an enemy in space even one headed here eventually would leave a lot of people without any defense. So Misato probably wouldn’t give us any leave to it. Remaining as a defense against the Primeval Fighter along with everything else… is probably our only option even if it sounds like it’s be interesting to go with you.” Shinji reasons out after a moment’s thought, while he’d still ask Misato for what her actual orders were going to be, he doesn’t like the idea of leaving Tokyo 3 without the three of them together to defend against an impact, even if he knows that Despair’s fight is an important one for the universe as a whole. 

“Depending on how much you actually know about humans, you probably wouldn’t know that finding the three of actually in agreement about anything is annoyingly uber rare. As a kid, I would have jumped at the chance to show off the power of my Unit 2 in a space battle against something otherwise unkillable. But our orders basically are to defend humanity on earth, so we while we’re honored by the offer from a goddess self proclaimed or otherwise, we’re gonna have to stick with defense.” Asuka adds with a smirk. She’s also a little disappointed, but it’s the best option at the same time. 

She stares at the duo for what feels like a long while before softly nodding. “Understood. You have your duties, and I have mine. I believe there is nothing further to discuss then. I wish your people well.” With that said, she gives a soft tip of her hat, starts making her way back outside, calling forth one of the spheres once more, letting it hover nearby. With her other hand, she casts her hat aside, and it seemingly burns away mid-flight.

She takes a moment longer to consider this world, before whispering to herself. “There are no keys the Zeroranger here... How disappointing. Where could you have hid them, Erasure?” Not finding what he’s looking for is a disappointment, but this visit wasn’t a waste of time at least. With that in mind, Despair leaves this world, ascending into space like a rising flame.

Staring out into the void, she considers the cosmos. Picking a star at random which seems good enough, she takes off towards it.

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ask-asuka-x-shinji‌:

“Humans like us are imperfect, but without any intent to be disrespectful neither seem to be angels nor gods like yourself, you can not be said to be at fault for awakening such a being. Still, I am… glad… that you are still fighting with them. We should all be interested in helping.” Ayanami’s words were little more than one long loud whisper, but she was the first to speak after the demonstration. What she meant to convey was still a little vague. 

“Still a goddess who was born out of a wish to protect humans, I wouldn’t have guessed that there was such a thing even far out there in space. Our commander certainly has always believed that it was up to humanity to defend itself. We’re pretty used to hearing her words on the subject after all. That’s one of our reasons for still being here…” He and Misato probably hadn’t seen eye to eye on this entirely since Kaworu’s death, even all these years later Shinji felt that it didn’t have to happen, at least like that. So he and Rei were probably more inclined to trust Despair than most humans would be for purely personal reasons. As far as his professional opinion as one of the formerly called ‘chosen children’ about this so far…

“I guess we might be a better position than some others to do something useful in this kind of fight, but if you’re able to fight against something like an Eva that easily I wonder what is is that you need us to do exactly?”

“Exactly. Say we trust you’re little light show as being truthful and that you are are connected to Lilith somehow like you’ve said. If humans here on earth knew were to find something as powerful as this Lotus Jewel is, NERV would probably have it someplace in this very building. But the three of is haven’t even heard of any of this before, which means you’re asking the three of us to fight that thing. Right?” Asuka adds onto Shinji’s questions herself. She could bring herself to admit Despair hadn’t killed the three pilots or leveled the geofront. But Asuka even more so than Shinji or Rei had stayed with NERV because she believed in Misato’s leadership and felt she’d need a hell of a good reason to recommend listening to someone so very not human to Misato. 

“I would call it one part a request for aid down the line, and one part a warning of what’s going on out there, on the galactic scale.  To that end, even if you find you have no desire to join my cause, you will at least be armed with foreknowledge should the need arise. If you truly wish to join this war as champions of your people or would rather focus on defending your home front, that’s up to you.”

She glances around as they move. “That said... Unless you have any further questions, I believe I will be finishing this tour and then on my way once you agree upon your final decision.” In the end what path they take is up to them, as it always has been. She’s simply extending a hand their way.

[ingrid-matoi]

Ingrid Matoi:

Sunflower

You are optimistic nearly to a fault. The friend everyone goes to when they are upset, you are selfless and caring by nature. But you have likely had a hard past, and understand what it means to commit towards stretching up to the sun. You're hard working and beloved by everyone who encounters you. Extroverted, a leader, not a follower, and someone who delights in being surrounded by others. Sometimes, you struggle to speak your feelings or admit to struggles. But it's okay to say you're not okay love, it's okay to be the one who needs some comforting every now and then! Let yourself rest sweetheart .

Anya Ritter:

Orchid

You are stubborn and you know it. Self aware and hard to impress, you have a close circle of friends and like it that way. You are beautifully unique, with interests that span far and wide. Likely the dark horse of the family, you've always felt misunderstood. You are a creature of habit and avoid change if possible. You are a selfless and giving lover, seeing your partner as the light of your life. Those who are lucky enough to get to know you, would do anything to keep you within their lives. You are unapologetically yourself and value others who are the same. But sometimes, you miss out on opportunities due to your stubbornness and perhaps feel like life is passing you by. Don't be afraid to step outside of your comfort zone my love, everyone you encounter there will find you just as exquisite as you always hoped to be.

tagged by: @thesafaribaggirl​

tagging: Anyone who wants a go of it.

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dominatie​:

“She’s your what?!” Soma would have taken a step back if he wasn’t rooted to the spot. Gray eyes racked up and down Urotsuki’s form as Soma started quickly sizing her up. It was almost like he expected to be attacked. In his own defense, everyone he’d encountered who was affiliated with Celia so far had attacked him. Even when he’d tried to explain that he didn’t want to fight them.

So, the young man was a little torn between feeling pity and anxiety about the girl in front of him. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be raised by Celia. But that wouldn’t change the fact that Soma would do what he had to do to stop Celia. She couldn’t be allowed to bring Dracula back. Soma would not let her.

“The thing? You mean the thing where she tries to resurrect Dracula?” Even just thinking about it pissed Soma off. The scion’s eyes narrowed a little and he put one of his hands on his hip.

Well that confirmed it. “This is... super awkward. Look. I’ve been just trying to live my life here.” With a frustrated huff she puts a hand to her forehead as she turns away from him, muttering to herself. “Seriously. Every time I try to live a normal life she finds some way to fuck it up. How am I gonna get out of this one...”

Another deep breath before she faces him again. “That’s precisely the problem isn’t it? She wants her precious dark lord, and she doesn’t care who she crushes under her heel to get it... even her own flesh and blood.” Her words are bitter. Not an unfamiliar sentiment.

Perhaps it was time to finally bite back. Would he have her though? “Tell you what... if you’re looking for allies, i’m willing to throw my lot in with you. I was getting real tired of her bullshit anyways.”

[ingrid-matoi]

Not entirely sure how much it counts as 'World Building Weekend', but i've always been interested in hearing more about Ingrid's time in the Gurren Lagann world.

Perfectly acceptable. Hmm... where to start. Well I suppose that for the most part it was a bit like a camping trip to start. Mostly just wandering around and studying the unique and admittedly very strange wildlife. At some point her and Viral would end up stumbling into each other by chance to some... pretty awkward results. Though by Gurren Lagann standards she’s not technically human. 

She’s a bit closer to the beastmen thanks to her extensive genetic modifications and she lacks that spiral power ‘spark’ as a result.  Which might be enough for him to tolerate her presence with some explanation. As an interesting note, this world was one where mankind never tried to return to the surface. So while beastmen were constantly prepared for extermination missions, they’d never actually fought. 

The idea of a third neutral party to them would likely be a strange and alien concept, resulting in Viral and others meeting with her several times themselves to learn more about her. Information she would trade for some of their own. The fun and games ended when she caught the interest of Lordgenome and was taken to meet him in person. It was during all this that Ingrid learned how to create her own beastmen. Of course I could go on with the details, but it would do well to save some for the future.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

It’s WorldBuilding Weekend!

Send in questions about my muse’s world, the setting, the politics, their family lineage, the NPCs that may have shown up at points, their past and potential futures, the climate, the food and culture, religion, anything! Dig deep, ask about the mechanics and framework of the world that lays underneath! 

Note: This can be reblogged at any time, not just on a weekend! Have fun!

[ingrid-matoi]

wolf’s moon (( Closed RP with @finalsorrow ))

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finalsorrow‌:

ingrid-matoi‌:

There was more than a few things for Urotsuki to process mentally right now. Among them was the fact that uncle Dario was now laying on her couch in apparently sever physical and mental pain despite nothing seeming physically wrong with him, and the fact that her mother was dead. She felt…  surprisingly little about that one actually. Probably because it wasn’t surprising and Celia had never really been much of a mother. 

Out of everything she was at least happy Dmitrii was dead however. He gave off all kinds of wrong vibes and it was impossible to repress a shudder any time he looked her way. That was more fuel for the fire of Dario’s dislike of him. Now just to… meet with one of the people responsible for taking them down. Not nervous at all. Totally.

Taking a careful, if shaky breath, she approached the front door and opened it. She had no idea what to expect from the man, and part of her wondered if she should just be full wolf mode for this, more for her own comfort than anything else. It wasn’t like her wolf side would do much good against any of them in a fight if they could take on all the bullshit they apparently had. “Uh, hi.” Smooth, Uro. Real smooth.

Julius had been given some explanation of what he was to expect when he was sent to the apartment complex, and this wasn’t his first time being sent on a fetch-quest, but the quiet moments after knocking on a door where he was waiting for it to be opened always got his nerves on edge.

Maybe that was just a survival instinct– always be ready to fight or fly. It was easy to overlook, at least, and the hunter knew he wasn’t here to give a world-class speech or anything.

Seeing his subject— Urotsuki— in the flesh was enough to settle his nerves. The anticipation and waiting was over, now he just had to do what he came here to do. Dario’s presence in the background wasn’t a surprise, either; Julius could feel his soul from outside the building.

He wasn’t focused on Bossi now, though. The person of interest was standing before him in the doorway, awkwardly greeting him to the best of her abilities.

Yeah, he thought, I wouldn’t know what to say either.

The Belmont sighed, raising his hand to gesture to the inside of the room. “Urotsuki Fortner, I’m Julius Belmont. May I come in?”

Dario glanced over from his resting spot, a headpad practically stapped to his forehead. He... didn’t look so hot. Even if he had the will to fight he probably wouldn’t be able to meaningfully. “Ah shit, should have known you’d be making house calls.” Without Aguni to keep him company he felt cold and hollow. Hopefully at some point they’d return to him.

Urotsuki ignored Dario’s complaining and stepped aside. “Might as well come in. Can I get you a... juice box or something? I got beer as well. I pretty much never have people over so this is kinda a new thing.” She tried to put on airs of being warm and welcoming, but she was sweating bullets internally.

She was so focused on Julius that she didn’t notice that her body had decided to respond to his presence by going wolf until it’d already happened. Well shit. Now how was she gonna explain this. A white lie perhaps. 

“Ok. This is awkward timing but um... you ever heard of dream walkers? People who have a world in their dreams they are able to draw power from?” The wolf wasn’t from there. Not really. But it worked sort of like the powers she claimed from her dreams so it was a half-truth. 

She honestly didn’t want to know where it really came from. Especially since it let her do some of the things those werewolves Celia sometimes employed could do like throwing those weird energy blades. Her going theory at the moment was that the shadow priestess had done some kind of ritual to rip the power out of one and shove it into her without her knowing. Honestly, Urotsuki was just glad it didn’t affect her mind any as far as she could tell.

[ingrid-matoi]

wolf’s moon (( Closed RP with @finalsorrow ))

There was more than a few things for Urotsuki to process mentally right now. Among them was the fact that uncle Dario was now laying on her couch in apparently sever physical and mental pain despite nothing seeming physically wrong with him, and the fact that her mother dead. She felt...  surprisingly little about that one actually. Probably because it wasn’t surprising and Celia had never really been much of a mother. 

Out of everything she was at least happy Dmitrii was dead however. He gave off all kinds of wrong vibes and it was impossible to repress a shudder any time he looked her way. That was more fuel for the fire of Dario’s dislike of him. Now just to... meet with one of the people responsible for taking them down. Not nervous at all. Totally.

Taking a careful, if shaky breath, she approached the front door and opened it. She had no idea what to expect from the man, and part of her wondered if she should just be full wolf mode for this, more for her own comfort than anything else. It wasn’t like her wolf side would do much good against any of them in a fight if they could take on all the bullshit they apparently had. “Uh, hi.” Smooth, Uro. Real smooth.

[ingrid-matoi]

dominatie‌:

@ingrid-matoi​

Soma wasn’t in much of a conversational mood, no, no… his stress was running far too high for that. But… He couldn’t help but be stunned when he’d seen her. The empty streets of a town now filled with monsters wasn’t a place he expected to run into another person–unless…

“You–Are you with Celia too?” It seemed like everyone in this damn place was on her side–though he’d only met two of her subordinates… 

Still, Hammer had given him info about this place (for that price…). Some of that info had included the fact that this entire town seemed to be home to Celia Fortner’s followers. He couldn’t help but be cautious in enemy territory.

Urotsuki paused mid-step walking through the snow dusted streets of town. She’d been going through a mental check list of the groceries she’d just picked up to be sure she had everything she was looking for. Now suddenly there was an unfamiliar man speaking to her.

She stared at him for a long moment, eyes slightly wide with surprise as her mind had to play catch up and comprehend what she’d just been asked. “I, uh... Celia’s my mom. Wait. You’re not from here are you?” Still caught quite flat footed she took a step back.

She’s not sure how to take this information, but one things for sure. Something about the newcomer set her nerves on edge. A certain part of herself raised it’s hackles at the man before her. She wasn’t sure when that wolf-like part of her had become a thing, or if it always had been there. “Oh crap, she’s actually doing ‘the thing’ isn’t she?”

She wouldn’t have been shocked if Celia did some dark ritual on her or such without her noticing. Or perhaps it had simply been dormant and her dream walking had awakened this weird sort-of but not quite werewolf aspect of herself. It wasn’t impossible she inherited some kind of twisted power or such that did this because mom was a dark sorceress who dabbled in all kinds of weird stuff.

And to layer on top of that? She didn’t know who or what her dad was, if she even had one which was a whole other can of worms to unpack. Honestly there were so many messed up possibilities on all fronts and the idea of being normal was almost laughable at this point but she could at least try for close enough.

[ingrid-matoi]

Apogee ((Closed RP with @ms-alliance ))

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ms-alliance‌:

If it were possible for Judau to push back deeper into the pilot’s seat of the ZZ, he would. Feeling Haman brush against him through a Newtype connection was…was….it made him recoil. This was the mind of a dead woman. Yet he can feel her. She’s alive. 

A cold sweat ran down his brow. If there’d been any doubt before, it was gone now. It was really her. 

Pushing the confusion down, he brought out his bravado and confidence instead.

“Am I Judau??” he asked incredulously. “Like there’s anyone else?” 

The ZZ drifted a bit in space, and Judau adjusted it to face in the direction he felt the connection was. Time to cut to the chase- the question had been digging at him since he’d felt her presence, and he was never the type to pull his punches, anyways.

“I should be the one asking questions here, if anything. What’s going on? How are you alive?” 

Judau took a deep breath. This was…a weird situation, for sure. But he had to keep calm. Freaking out wasn’t going to get him anywhere, right? 

“There is madness.  Guilt driven madness that pretends to be a familiar face. I had to be sure you were real. Not something conjured by my mind to torment me. I am haunted by enough ghosts for a lifetime. To add you to that... it would be all too much.” In this moment it’s as if nothing else exists  to her but herself, him, and the space between them.

Those of her subordinates who are sensitive enough can feel her sinking into this state and guide the others to take up defensive positions. None of them target the ZZ though. The nekura are a greater threat in their minds. 

Haman furrows her brow at his words. Something seems off about them to her, but she can’t fully place what. “I am still alive because I have the will to survive. Because I need to survive. I have a duty to my people to survive.” A hard gaze considers Judau. “I could ask the same of you. I saw you last riding into battle after Amuro and Char died protecting civilian transports during the day of judgement. I did not expect to ever see you alive again.”

If he was alive then perhaps more of the AEUG survived with him. She didn’t dare to let her hope grow however, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about this whole scenario even if this was the real Judau. “I suppose in that way I can understand you not expecting to see me alive again... unless i’m mistaken.” 

[ingrid-matoi]

finalsorrow‌:

ingrid-matoi‌:

“…That is a very long time if you speak true.” She frowned a bit more deeply at this information. He didn’t seem intent on deceiving her. “You must understand this is a difficult thing to believe.” She was willing to play along, but she’d need further proof to fully believe it.

She watched as he moved about, likely as lost as she was on the matter. “What do you mean by the Belmont clan having no one left?” Taking a seat on the main staircase, she rested the sword across her lap. Her eyes watched him like a hawk in the low light.

She looked vaguely like the world’s pretties gargoyle at the moment, with how displeased she was and how well she held herself despite this. “I will say this; whatever the truth, whoever took my son will learn what it means to cross a Belmont.”

Well…

Hm.

She certainly had the conviction of a Belmont. If Julius were to learn in a day that one of his ancestors from the past were resurrected in the future– or perhaps forcibly thrown through time– he’d be less shocked than if he found another living Belmont through nonmagic means. But if this were the case, he’d have to convince this woman to follow him back to a city so he could call up an old friend and get his opinion.

   “Dracula was slain permanently, and the last son of the Belmont clan died with him thirty-nine years ago,” He found his hand lowering to the whip tucked under his jacket, a gloved thumb running across it’s surface, “How long ago were you last alive? If you are who you say you are, I’ll have to take you with me and get this situation figured out.”

She stared at him with an incredulous look, like she’d just been slapped, though after a moment her expression softens to a more melancholic one. “I see. So in the end my promise to him that day came to fruition. That one way or another his soul would be saved by someone who came after me if I could not. A noble end to the clan if nothing else.”

In the end she could not find it in herself to truly hate Dracula. Pity was more the word for how she felt for him, on speaking at length with Alucard about the man. He had been... something approaching a good person at one point. Fighting him had become more a duty than a desire. For all the wrong he did, there was a person still in that monster she had found worth trying to save. 

Perhaps this hadn’t been the way she would have wished it, but it was good enough. “I wonder perhaps if I was brought here because the last of the line has fallen an the world still requires a Belmont. But a world without Dracula... what manner of foe must I be needed for if there is no more prince of darkness?”

She shakes her head at the thought, focusing on answering his questions. She would have time to ponder that later. “The last year I can recall would have been 1457. That was when...” She winces again, the distorted memory refusing to fully surface like something had tried poorly to remove it with an ethereal scalpel. “I can’t speak for you but I for one would like to get back to something resembling civilization.

[ingrid-matoi]

finalsorrow‌:

When she introduced herself, Julius’ brow furrowed deeply and he took a step forward as a response to his disbelief, like he wanted to get a closer look at her. It wasn’t as if she didn’t exude the energy of a Belmont, but… Julius had never heard of a Sonia. And why here? She couldn’t be a lost family member of his from this time, could she?

He could hardly absorb anything else she was saying to him, watching silently with confusion showing clearly in his eyes. “Sonia Belmont?” 

Those were the first words he could bring himself to say, staring a second longer before turning away to tug at his beard and pace a few steps. His eyes bore holes into the destroyed flooring, struggling to wrap his head around what he could be witnessing. What he could gather from what he’d been told was that this woman might be a Belmont, and that she was transported here through unknown means. Perhaps maliciously? What was the importance of her child…?

There was a chance that all of this was an illusion or trick, but if it was, Julius couldn’t sense the dark magic.

The hunter raised his head again to address the stranger who shared his family name. “It’s the year 2038, Sonia. You appeared magically in an old, destroyed castle and you claim you’re a hunter belonging to a family with no one left. Do you understand this?”

“...That is a very long time if you speak true.” She frowned a bit more deeply at this information. He didn’t seem intent on deceiving her. “You must understand this is a difficult thing to believe.” She was willing to play along, but she’d need further proof to fully believe it.

She watched as he moved about, likely as lost as she was on the matter. “What did you mean by the Belmont clan having no one left.” Taking a seat on the main staircase, she rested the sword across her lap. Her eyes watched him like a hawk in the low light.

She looked vaguely like the world’s pretties gargoyle at the moment, with how displeased she looked and how well she held herself despite this. “I will say this... what ever the truth, whoever took my son will learn what it means to cross a Belmont.”

[ingrid-matoi]

Flow state ((Closed RP with @lotus-land-prayers ))

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lotus-land-prayers‌:

Hey, isn’t that the woman that gave her that weapon from the outside world, Mimi-chan? She thinks it is!

Well, this is surprising! She didn’t expect to see her here in Gensokyo! The question is… why is she here in Gensokyo right now? …Well, she might as well start off with a simple hello to kick things off. “Hey there! Um… aren’t you Yumemi?” She said, happily.

“Right you are! That must mean i’m not mistaken in believing you’re Marisa. How’ve you been treating Mimi?” Yumemi never understood what possessed Mimi-chan’s makers to make her a literal smart bomb. She was practically a tsukumogami at this point. 

“I’m a little surprised you remembered me. But then again I did leave a bit of an impression, didn’t I? You don’t have to worry about a repeat act at least. I’ve decided to try and become a true magic user in my own right instead of trying to drag a local home with me.” 

[ingrid-matoi]

Apogee ((Closed RP with @ms-alliance ))

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ms-alliance‌:

Newtypes are weird, man. 

Being a Newtype? That’s even weirder. 

Judau had never really understood his abilities as a Newtype; they always just kind of flared up with emotions. Typically, he’d ignore it until they were active, but there was one he couldn’t: that tug. It was like a cosmic thread, pulling at him to act on something, to recognize something, but he could never figure out what it was when it was too close.

Some people had familiar sensations that enveloped him when he was near. Like Kamille, for instance- the few times their souls had brushed against each other’s, it was liuke…he was looking out into something far greater than him. It was chilling. 

Others, though…well….

The sensation hit the junker-turned-pilot like a sack of bricks. A cold sweat developed on his brow. There was no way…! 

Yet, there it was. The sharp, intense presence of Haman Karn, tinged with a tangle of other sensations he couldn’t describe. There were too many emotions that would hit him any time he was around her- the very definition of mixed signals, as it were. 

The leader of Neo Zeon, the lady of Axis; the vibes she gave off, the way she acted towards him- it had always confused Judau. He still wasn’t quite sure what to make of it now that he was long past it. He just knew there was a pang any time she crossed his mind. Some kind of sadness. Maybe it was because she was too consumed by her own inner demons to see his hand outstretched to help her when he did? Was it survivor’s guilt? He wasn’t sure.

Whatever the case, it was clear to him why he’d felt compelled to fly out all the way here. He saw the Mobile Suit come into view, with the familiar white and pink color scheme. It wasn’t the Qubeley, but the markings on it denoted its pilot nonetheless. 

“Haman….?” 

He was still trying to wrap his mind around how. He’d watched her die! He’d been there! How was this possible? 

Impossible. It was... simply impossible. “Judau. It can’t be.”  And yet there it was. That familiar pull. It refused to be denied. “Even at the end of it all, when Earth has fallen... Still we are drawn together.

Scowling, Haman swept her gaze across the cockpit of her suit, hunting for the apparition of Kamille that had been haunting her ever since the day Earth fell to the Nekura. She needed someone to blame for this madness... and yet they were strangely absent. 

“Men, hold formation.” That suit. No doubt they could feel it too at this range. Her men were newtypes as well after all. It took a Newtype to fight Nekura on more even footing. She had to be sure they wouldn’t do anything... rash. In this new world rash recklessness was even more likely to get you and everyone around you killed. There was no room for the blood thirsty and reckless soldiers of old.

If nothing else she needed confirmation that what she suspected was true. And if he was alive then maybe there was some hope for salvaging this situation. As much as the thought sickened her, and the act more so, she reached out to him. “Tell me. Are you really Judau?” 

The idea of letting someone into her mind like this made her physically ill, but it was part of what it meant to be a newtype. Something she would have to force herself to accept. It was also the only way she could truly know if this was Judau and not something else.

[ingrid-matoi]

Apogee ((Closed RP with @ms-alliance ))

Haman frowned to herself as she guided her suit through another debris field around the silent shell of a colony. Another casualty of the Nekura onslaught no doubt. Haman frowning was nothing out of the ordinary, particularly these days. Not much reason to smile.

She took only a small squad with her this time. Less suits meant they would draw less attention from Nekura forces. This was recon for anything of worth, not an extermination run. They were not looking for a fight, though if one found them they could probably hold their own. She could at least.

What she didn’t expect was to sense something out there. A newtype reaction from a source that wasn’t one of her own people. Something she hadn’t felt since... But that couldn’t be right. As far as she knew her people were all that was left. Like a monkey’s paw she had gotten her wish, at the cost of so many others.

Conflicting feelings fluttered in her heart. If she was wrong about that then maybe the regrets that clung to her could be lessened some. However there was the fear that once more history would repeat itself in spite of the looming threat of the Nekura. The only way to be sure was to make contact, and so she guided her suit onwards. 

[ingrid-matoi]

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Julius expected no response– or maybe the sounds of boots shuffling and someone running away, or a meek voice calling-out to him. What he did not expect was a hero’s entrance by someone who defined the very look of an old vampire hunter. She even had her sword drawn. 

Julius’ expression was that of pure confusion. His eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes darting up and down the stranger to get any clue as to who she was. He pushed off of the wall to stand properly, holding his hands up at half-height to show he wasn’t looking for a fight. Not anymore, at least. This interested him.

   “Julius.” He was careful not to give his full name in times he wasn’t absolutely sure what he was going up against. “I’m a vampire hunter, I was sent here by order of the Church to investigate an odd supernatural occurrence. Are you the cause?” His hands were up, but he was always ready to defend himself. 

Still, the demeanor of this woman was that of an honourable one (as angry as she might look) and he didn’t feel the particular need to be wary. The younger Belmont would remain vigilant always, but the part of him more prone to documenting new discoveries was deeply fascinated by the appearance and… look of who he was now facing. 

She gave him “Simon Belmont as pictured in old murals and statues” vibes. Maybe it was just the confidence? 

“Hmm... So you are. Human too.” She had worked with non-human hunters before. They were rare but they existed. Alucard was certainly one she could count among them before he sealed himself away. Her sword lowered a bit, though she didn’t drop her defenses entirely.

“Sonia of the Belmont clan.” She narrowed her eyes at him as she considered him over. Something about him rung familiar and yet she couldn’t quite place it. She didn’t miss the whip that hung at his side however. She’d encountered hunters who had attempted to replicate the vampire killer before. The closest anyone had managed was the hunter whip used by the Baldwin clan.

Whoever this Julius character was, that was a very fine replica unless... Sonia wasn’t about to antagonize him right away about it however. She needed information and if that was her grandfather’s whip and he could wield it, a lot of questions needed answering.

“I wouldn’t know. I found myself here just moments ago. Last I recall I...” Sonia visibly winces, as she places the palm of her free hand to her forehead. “I was fighting... something. My son... it was trying to take my son from me and then I was here.” Whoever or whatever that was did well to make sure she couldn’t remember them. Frightening. Even Dracula at his worst wasn’t capable of that.

“I’ve worked with the church before, when it is convenient, but I can’t say we’re strictly on speaking terms. I much prefer to work with the earthly realm than with the holy kingdom of god.” The rift had started when a hunter had tried to attack a young werewolf boy she’d befriended who was causing no trouble. Not all who the church of her time had labeled as ‘born of darkness’ were truly wicked.That in part was what had drawn the spirits to her.