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lila aspen simmons. twenty five. med student. scientist. assassin.

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hawkbros‌:

“well now i know you’re drinking the wrong mix. headaches from coffee…” he shook his head in what was close to disbelief, though really… maybe it did. just cause HE had a particularly strong affinity with his coffee pot didn’t mean that everybody did. as evidenced. “i can handle the cold,” he grumbled ; arms crossing over his chest defensively, “had a six month long mission in russia in the dead of winter - that was COLD. i almost lost a finger.” he’d also, y’know… done way more than that, but he thought that was his best example. “so you’d eat pistachio? rum raisin? durian?”

“There are various levels of caffeine sensitivity. It does not affect everyone the same way.” Aspen rolled her eyes. She could stomach tea well enough, not that it was something she particularly liked. “Then perhaps getting older has lowered your cold tolerance. Age affects people in strange ways.” For her, there was always the preference for pleasure over comfort, something that emerged after over a decade and a half prioritizing her own survival over comfort. “I can’t imagine they are as bad as people seem to think they are so yes.”

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lianhrpr‌:

“I like sour candy, but I learned the hard way not to eat too much of it. It hurts my mouth and then my tastebuds are ruined for the rest of the day.” Lian says with a laugh as she thinks about it. “Sweets are addicting. I’ve been hooked on snickerdoodle cookies.”

“It is acid that gives sour candy its sour flavoring.” Aspen said. As she spoke, she shrugged. The world was more science than genuine experiences for her. “Studies have shown sugar to be quite addictive. Snickerdoodles are delicious. Simple chocolate chip cookies are probably my favorite, however.”

[commanderlexas]

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“And what can I get you today?” Aspen spoke in a southern accent. She didn’t work at the diner, would not even consider working in such a place. But she had skills to keep up so she stole one of their uniforms and played waitress, waiting for someone to notice. “We got a special on apple pie today if that’s the sort of thing you are looking for.” 

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sorcerernikox‌:

“Now you sound like you.” Niko chuckled, crossing his arms loosely. He then moved closer to her and lowered his voice. “Basic theft, we might not need your specific skillset, but you get a huge benefit anyway. Rich guy with more money than he needs or deserves, he might be dangerous if he’s home, which is where you’d come in.”

Aspen let a few moments of silence pass, faux-contemplation on her face. Niko was right that this type of thing was not in her skillset, however, boredom and time away from active S.H.I.E.L.D duty left her itching for something, anything, to do. “I’ll help you out, then.” She was already thinking up excuses to explain her absence to S.H.I.E.L.D in case someone noticed. “How dangerous is him?”

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sammorzz‌:

“that’s a good observation,” ah, how his sister was fond of her poisons. Sam had used them- before, but it wasn’t a method that he liked. Over the years, he had explored his own niches- finding the fastest way to get a job done, as accurately as possible, regardless of the job called for. The was how he did it. “I’m sure they let things slide so they have people to save. you know they do.” 

“Hmmm, they certainly do seem to have quite the god complex.” Aspen said. It wasn’t quite a condemnation, not really. How could it be when she knew the thrill of having someone’s life in your hands, albeit in the other end of spectrum? “Playing with lives to get that rush is probably not below them.” It was certainly not below her.

[laurasbailey]

yes, killing eve is a comedy » 8/?

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whimsicalwiinnie‌:

winona has a lot on her plate. from her mother’s entire being, to being heir, to being the unwanted heir, to being the family disappointment, oh, and not to mention, dealing with what she did to dante… but, still, she managed to keep a presence on social media. it was practically the only thing she had control over anymore. ❝ oh, i know, but what if the public doesn’t ? ❞ it was a valid concern, but she recognizes that it holds nothing behind it. ❝ i’d never. how do i keep in touch with my friends ? ❞

Aspen knew about beauty standards, knew about the ways some people valued beauty more than most things. How could she not when so much of her life had been dedicated to learning the ways to manipulate someone? But she had never understood it. It all seemed so... frivolous. “Why does it even matter if the public knows or not?”  She rolled her eyes. “Perhaps you could try talking to them in person.”

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sammorzz‌:

he came in through the window (he didn’t need to do this, it was extra). sam noticed the desk chair with wheels and immediately walked toward it, holding his hands up. not touching anything. he sat in the chair, taking himself for a couple of spins and the a wheel across to the other side of the lab. “whatcha workin’ on?” 

For a moment, Aspen turned her attention from the project she was working on and looked at her brother. “The usual.” She said as she turned her attention back to the beaker and the poison in it. Placing the pipette on the lab table, she moved over to the cabinets, pulling out a few different chemicals out. “S.H.I.E.L.D does not seem to mind when I experiment with poisons if I promise to hand them over to them.”

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creature‌:

sporting a nice fresh black eye, andi sauntered into the dormitories. for some weird reason, he also felt so powerful when there was blood on his face. he hadn’t intended to get into a fight but as he was leaving the liquor store he happened across a jerk who was trying to harass his date into kissing him and if he hadn’t gotten there sooner it would of probably gotten worse. he left with a black eye and that guy was left with his dick twisted almost clean off his body. punishment fights the crime but creature was still upset his plan wasn’t followed and he didn’t get to bite the dick clean off and stick it where the sun don’t shine. “ next time we run into a fucking creep, i promise i’ll let you bite his dick off - happy now? “ ‘ yes very, let’s go back so we can find one. ‘ “ how about i eat an entire pizza and take a nap ? “ ‘ … pepperoni? ‘ “ yes pepperoni, dude. “ the man replied, not remembering that usually he whispered in public to not cause a scene or have people think he’s insane. as he locked eyes with someone, he immediately pulled his phone from his pocket and pressed it against his ear, trying to play it off. 

Aspen had never been in a place to judge many people. No matter how much she prided herself on her stability, on the fact that she did what she told people she would do, on the fact that she was skilled at what she did, she could not over look the nature of what she did. It was bloody and cruel and violent. It was not the type of thing that any normal person, the kind with a normal childhood or even decent parents or a willingness to try in therapy, would find repulsive and vile.  Still, she found it within herself to judge people, more so barely tried to stop herself from judging anyone no matter how of a hypocrite she was. She watched the man, vague amusement on her face as she listened to him talk to himself. When he pulled the phone out, she rolled her eyes. “You know, most people don’t try to hold conversations with themself. I hope you at least a decent conversationalist.”

[alyciadebnemcareymoved]

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Aspen drummed her fingers on the table. She leaned foreward, her head titled and her cheek resting in her free palm. “This is boring.” A sigh, clearly dramatic, accompanied her words. Then, she stood and put her hands on her hips, “Do you want to continue being boring or do you want do something fun?”

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Aspen had never seen much point in therapy. She was fine, for the most part. There were no strong emotions that left her unable to function, no instability that put anyone at risk. There was just the cold efficiency and the mind numbing boredom. Nothing that wasn’t useful, nothing that didn’t drive her to be more useful to S.H.I.E.L.D. She leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. “Can I leave now?” Uncrossing her arms, she rested one on the arm rest and rested her head in her palm. “This is getting boring.”

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Aspen’s eyes were level with the beaker on the lab table as she added a few more drops to it. Footsteps alerted her to someone else in her lab. As she set the pipette down, she said, “I wouldn’t touch anything if I were you.” She stood up and turned around, pushing her safety googles up to her forehead.

[kimwexlersponytail]

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thecvptainmarvel‌:

“Listen, I can teach you how to fly a plane.” Carol sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “But, I need you to be sure. Like willing to sign a waiver kind of sure.”

Aspen nodded. “It seems it is a skill that could come in handy.” Espeically in her line of work, be it S.H.I.E.L.D or her less legal activities. “I will gladly sign a waiver. And pay you if you want.”

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wcbhcad‌:

“i’m NOT being too loud, YOU’RE being too loud!” benjamin announced, loudly, as he thrust his index finger into the other person’s face. it was beyond obvious that he’d consumed one, if not, multiple alcoholic beverages - rendering him louder and more obnoxious than usual. 

It was late. Not late enough for Aspen to be asleep, that came more often in the early hours of light rather than at night, but late enough to inspire her ire. She rolled her eyes. “I did not know that I was the one yelling.”