rebecca torres

pediatric surgeon. manananggal.

[rebeccaxtorres]

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“Cain? Oh he’s quite handsome isn’t he? And very strong. A worthy ally, certainly not someone I’d want as an enemy. Of course, I don’t know him overly well but he definitely strikes me as a proper businessman. Very about giving and receiving, help for help. He knows who he is and I can’t help but admire that.”

[wnq-writers]

She’s dangerous because she knows what she wants. She knows what she wants, and even better, she’s not intimated by these desires. She is not reckless with words, nor feelings. She’s dangerous because she’s in control.

adriannesolida (via wnq-writers)

[rebeccaxtorres]

winefordayz:

It was an awkward second before Dion realized she didn’t recognize the name— that’s a new one. His was a strange name (at least in this day and age) but it was one that stuck out for its oddity, and for it’s association with wine and festivities. His smile hung suspended, handsome head cocked a degree too far to the left, eyebrows perking in titillating fascination and waited…

Ah, there it was. The eureka moment. Dion winked, lifting the bottle of wine to pour himself another round. It was quite easy to drink the shit like grape juice when it didn’t get you drunk. “Of inciting madness, of chaos and the downtrodden.” Good humored enough not to be slighted in the least by her lack of knowledge into his providence, Dion raised his glass in a toast of sorts and said, devilish of grin: “Funny how it’s the wine everyone remembers.”

Another wink and he sipped from his glass, one hand casually sprawled out against the counter, fingers stark against the dark of the obsidian. “I suppose you’re right,” Dionysus murmured, eyeing the doll like wonder with amusement. “I did invent the method after all, of curing juice from grapes, you know how much work it was, traveling around the world and teaching that art to everyone?” Dion mused aloud, lost momentarily in a reverie. “But now I can find a passable wine at a grocery store.”

Shaking away that particular strain of thought, Dion cocked his head the other way — to the right — and turned the tables. “Look at me dominate the conversation with wine, enough of all that. What brings you through my doors?”

Rebecca watched him pour himself another glass, carefully sipping at her own glass. “My apologies, I’m woefully unaware of most mythologies and the like.” Was it still considered mythology if the stories weren’t in fact myth? A good question, perhaps one to ponder at a later date. She nodded and grinned slightly, returning the toast. “Well they remember what they like the best. Although, personally I like the idea of the God of Chaos best.”

“It’s an art form and you should be proud of that work.” It would have been hard for a normal person, but surely it would have been easier for a God. After all, they were gifted for such things just as all creatures had gifts to help with the things that they needed to accomplish. “Passable, but there are some things that can’t be found in the grocery store.” Anything good if you asked her - the grocery stores that she had seen were rather low quality these days, but perhaps that varied. She supposed there was no way to be entirely sure.

Rebecca shook her head slightly, “It’s quite fine. I’m here mainly for the wine anyhow. Some good conversation never quite goes amiss after a long day at work though.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

thexunseenxone:

— Her words aren’t exactly what he himself was about to say, but they’re close enough to bring a small, affable smile to his lips. “How right you are,” Hades murmurs, turning so that his gaze encompasses most of the street. “They have no idea how lucky they are. They can afford to live with such abandon; whereas we must be cautious of the words we say and the deeds we perform … “ As a god, the first thing he learned was how to curb what little temper he can claim to possess; that way, he can assure himself and the world that his influence will not spread beyond what he wants it to.       He expels a breath of wistfulness, but then chuckles when he comes to the realization that rather than feel pity, he’s envious of the mortals. “The truth is said to possess the qualities needed to set you free,” he returns quietly, his tone full of sincerity.

— “Ah …” He suddenly says, irritated with himself for having not introduced himself earlier. “Since I’ve yet to introduce myself, it would seem I’m very much lacking in manners today … But I shall immediately rectify that.“ He nods his head in a belated greeting. ”Pleased to meet you. I’m Hades.”

Rebecca acknowledged the agreement that he offered with a small smile and a dip of his head. “They are unaware of the consequence of their actions. And yet they are torn between being terribly unaware of the shortness of their lives, and being overly aware of it. It’s not a conundrum that I’m jealous of.” She knew just how short life could be, and while she wished that she could have continued living beyond that day - she was still happy with what she had done with her human years. Mortality was nice in that you weren’t stuck watching those you love perish.

“I’m just as bad as you are and the pleasure is surely mine.” She paused trying to figure out why the name seemed somewhat familiar before introducing herself. “I’m Rebecca.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

xrebornfromxashes:

So she’d decided to stick by her story - of what? Of being completely harmless … a human, in other words? Whatever her goal, whatever result she was searching subtly for, Jago refused to fall prey to her games; because she was clearly aiming for something. And with only a few lives left, he couldn’t exactly afford to take the plunge. “Certainly not,” he agreed with a slight nod, still trying to determine what this woman was and what she intended to do. She must have approached him for a reason, right?

“Sounds rough.” Another blase comment. Sure, it could be the truth, but there was something decidedly untrustworthy about this seemingly tearful woman standing next to him, trying her damndest to incite his sympathy. Was she waiting for him to offer her his shoulder to cry on? Too bad for her, she’d have to wait a long time before such a thing ever came to pass. Because frankly, he didn’t have a sympathetic bone in his body - unless it came to a certain someone. “Is that why you have blood stains on your scrubs?” 

It was quickly growing obvious that she had chosen a target that was far too aware of the world around them. If she hadn’t been so unwilling to break character, she might have sighed but as it was her smile just faltered slightly and she turned her eyes back to the light. “That’d be ridiculous.” No, it really wouldn’t be. There was a whole world beyond humans if one bothered to look beyond their own borders. “Her parents are a mess,” she said, nodding slightly.

He obviously didn’t care and she was saddened by this as she had been hoping for someone who was at least sympathetic. And this, she reminded herself was why she target women - at least they had a sense of sympathy towards sick children. “I forgot to get them cleaned,” she lied. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done it before, and even it wasn’t true this time it was possible.

[kyukyukitty-blog]

“What?” Shocked, Kyu’s eyes locked on the girl. The idea of even waiting for the light to change was totally lost from his mind. “Disease in blood? It exists? Does it go away?”

[rebeccaxtorres]

“Oh, it does exist. Some of it’s treatable but not curable. Some not so much.” She nodded, mentally listing different blood-borne diseases. “They’re spread through contact with blood or other bodily fluids. Needles, bites, cuts, abrasions and various mucous membranes.” Rebecca slipped easily into doctor mode without even noticing that she wasn’t paying attention to the light anymore.

[winefordayz]

It wouldn’t be entirely out of the realm of acceptable to inquire into the reason of her visit — perhaps she required his aid, or something other than the drink in which he’d chivalrously offered her, but there was plenty of time to get to such details after partaking in more wine. Besides, as far as Dion saw it, if she was desperate for something she could always act, he had after all (like a good host) already engaged her in conversation.

It was always startling to not be recognized — sometimes even mortals made the odd comment, he did after all highly resemble all the portraits in their history books. He’d been around for so long it felt like everyone knew him. “Ah right, how rude of me, let me introduce myself— ” his hand swirled out before him, twisting into an extravagant bow. “Dionysus, at your service.” It was rare that he used his full name these days, but he had to admit, it had more dramatic effect.

Amused at her awe, Dion’s hands clap together in glee, and he laughs. The sound rich and silky. “Aye love, grew the grapes and squished them with my own feet,” It fascinated him how it really did taste better that way. Maybe there was some magic left in his blood and sweat after all. “Admittedly, far more work than snapping my fingers buuuut,” he drawled, dragging out the vowel and winking. “Far more satisfying.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

She paused when he introduced himself for he obviously expected her to recognize the name and she felt herself feeling rather bad for not knowing who or what he was. Rebecca quietly racked her brain, going through tonnes of various creatures. When she realized who it was, she felt the urge to smack her head against the bar. Instead, she blinked in a fashion that was reminiscent to an owl. “Oh, the Greek God of wine and other um stuff, right?” 

Was she wrong, oh she was probably wrong. She had always been bad with names, especially when it came to other people that she didn’t need to know the names of. And she certainly hadn’t even needed to know the names of Gods from a completely different area of the world - oh how badly the humans had messed things up.

“Oh the traditional way, that does make sense.” After all, tradition was tradition for a reason - stemmed from years of practice it made perfect. Nothing more to it than that really. “The more work you do, the better the results. The prize of a race hard run is sweeter than the prize a cheater receives.” 

[soulshader]

“If it makes you feel any better, it ain’t just reserved for you.” He was a dick to everyone. He got off on being a dick. Actually, mostly, it just kept him from feeling sick. Lashes fluttered, eyes drifting in and out of focus. The more emotions he absorbed the less he could sit still. Right now he felt amped. Maybe the little blood sucking beauty wasn’t half bad. This however, was the closest he’d ever come to telling her.

The blood sucker was right about one thing though, he was surprisingly honest. Brutally honest. The those-pants-make-you-look-gigantic and mr. voice his unpopular opinions kind of honest (he was constantly rattling on about how he thought losers were weak, that the homeless should be culled, and only attractive people should be allowed to recreate for starters.)

“You joke princess, but that confidence looks better on you than not. Trust me, I have an eye for these things.” It wasn’t so outrageous a claim, Cain had taken to art centuries ago, and it wasn’t by accident all his selfies were masterfully composed with striking exposures. It was a developed skill. Looking this good all the time. He even read fashion magazines— these killer outfits didn’t just happen.

“Good,” he murmured, head twisting to the side as she disengaged, eyes on the building of her next meal. Cain actually laughed, “What? Not even gonna bite me?” With a dramatic flare of his arm, Cain emphasized she should go first, ushering her towards the apartments. “Until next time Rebecca— ” a beat, “that’s your name, isn’t it?” He smirked cheekily. So maybe he’d poked around in her head a little bit. It was hard not to do while feeding.

[rebeccaxtorres]

“Well I’m certainly not arrogant or naive enough to believe that it could be,” she replied. He was probably the type that took everything personal though, he had that sort of “the world revolves around me” aura. She had long ago accepted that the world did not bend to her every whim, that it did not care about what she wanted.

“Well of course, I look wonderful in everything,” she agreed. Confidence not only looked wonderful, but it also felt explicite. And she would know - she might not be as old as well this man but she was still hundreds of years old and had experienced enough things to know what she liked. She had also seen enough people to know that the next statement was odd coming from her. “It doesn’t look awful on you either.”

“No, I have a better meal in my sights now.” Why would  she want him when her favourite meal was sitting across the way? “Indeed. Next time.” She didn’t care for names, so she didn’t ask for one before walking towards the apartment.

[rebeccaxtorres]

drwinstonkim:

Rebecca. He nodded momentarily, offering up a faint smile. Yes, he knew, he did have plans before the officer had stopped him – he was going to make a few more connections, a few anonymous calls, just enough to free another one of his experiments.

Which, in truth, was why it caught onto his nerves, like fish hooks caught in his own gills, so badly. 

“No,” he laughed softly, “probably going hunting for stray kittens. I haven’t reached the status of crazy cat guy yet. How ‘bout you?”

She laughed at his response - it was so lighthearted and yet almost seemed like it could be genuine, to an extent. “That is an important status to reach,” she agreed with a grin.

”I have a shift at the hospital for an hour, so I was going to slouch around for a while. Nothing important.” She waved her hand as if dismissed it as truly being unimportant.

[rebeccaxtorres]

kyukyukitty:

“Blood!” He echoed, the word filling his mouth like a balloon of venom. Green eyes vibrant and wide, he covered his mouth for a second. “That is so bad. So gross! Oh, but it would be cool.”

Petite, sharp teeth bit down on his bottom lip, and he bounced for a second. “I think monsters exist. I…think not everyone is human. Maybe that’s a bad thought.”

“Dangerous too for them,” she said offhandedly. “I mean, think about all of the diseases transmitted by blood - I wonder if they would be able to catch those.” They couldn’t, she would know.

“You know,” she started with a soft smile. “You’re probably right. It’s a little closed-minded to think that humans are the only ones out there.”

[aleaghxla-blog]

— Relieved to have found someone willing to show her the way, Alea breathes a soft sigh of relief and smiles. “You’re a real life-saver.” In more ways than one. “And I had no idea humans led such complicating lives or followed their own codes of conduct not necessarily verbalized.” It’s obvious that there is still much to learn regarding humans and their cultures — which isn’t surprising, since what she currently knows stems more from the time she spent with the humans, under lock and key. Because, before then, she was constantly on the run and didn’t have time to stop and take everything in. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Rebecca,” she adds cheerfully, wondering what the other woman does for a living. “What do you do — if you don’t mind me asking?”

[rebeccaxtorres]

Rebecca grins back softly as she considers how to reply. Deciding to keep her non-human status a secret because after all eventually she was bound to meet someone who wouldn’t be pleased that she didn’t face what they did, she responded in a low voice. “Yes, the nuances of communication can be complicated to understand.” It took time to adapt to the ever-changing human cultures and some over her fellow non-humans weren’t as blessed to have continued to live among the so-called normal people. It was a blessing to live among them as it helped build her disguise and in the long run allowed her to go overlooked. “The pleasure really is mine,” she simpered. Or at least it would be. “Oh, I’m a pediatric surgeon specializing in nephrology.” She paused, clearing her throat slightly before clarifying, “I’m a surgeon and I work with children mainly dealing with those with kidney problems.”

[kyukyukitty-blog]

“I do,” Kyuwon assured her. “I do, I do! I don’t talk to anyone who looks creepy–” what, he wondered, did creepy even look like? “Or any monsters or anything.”

Giggling, then, he adjusted his grip on his bag. “Well, at least, I don’t think I do. I bet monsters are pretty interesting.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

Oh his instincts were terrible - how adorably naive. “Oh well you should be quite fine then. After all, monsters are terrible at hide and seek.” She chuckled and smoothed her shirt, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“If they exist I’m sure they’re more scary than interesting,” she said. With slightly widened eyes she whispered, “Can you imagine - some monsters drink blood after all.” She shuddered slightly.

[drwinstonkim-blog]

Chuckling softly as she slid into the booth, he looked down, rubbing at his eyes. He’d spent much earlier mornings in the labs, on far less sleep, but this was so much different. He’d had some semblance of health then, something like a steady sleep schedule, a warm place to sleep, and only the stressors of variables on his experiments. 

“So, uh…” Something seemed off about her bottle, the way it smelled, but perhaps it was just a thermos, one of soup or a protein shake. She didn’t seem quite like the health nut type, but, then again, not that he really knew much about that type. “Name’s Winston. I guess I didn’t really get your name.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

She understood the feeling of tired, perhaps not from lack of sleep but if she didn’t feed she did experience a form of exhaustion. Rebecca quietly watched him, wondering what had brought about his own tiredness, forcing it to come to the point where he was nearly falling asleep in a coffee shop. She nodded, “Pleasure, I’m Rebecca.”

She needed to get better at introducing herself, she supposed - incidents like this had happened all too frequently lately and it was disconcerting. “Did you have any specific plans before that ... cop ... told you that we’re stuck inside?” Rebecca supposed that she could feign curiosity.

[kyukyukitty-blog]

Covering his mouth very suddenly, Kyu gave a gentle laugh, his tail urgin to swish curiously. “No, no! Shh. I’m not supposed to be out of the house without him. He doesn’t even known I’m not home.”

She was kind, this woman, with her concerned words and sweet voice, and Kyu knew but never was truly aware of just how trusting he was. Every time the scientists had come in, he had always hoped and prayed – maybe this time will be different.

“Sunbae always says, curios-it-ee killed the cat. But we’ve got nine lives.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

Rebecca listens to the other’s words and smiles softly, though the smile is laced with feigned concern. “Well, I suppose as long as you take care to stay safe it shouldn’t hurt much.”

He was so trusting - it was sweet, almost childlike and she almost wanted to not take advantage of it. That was a feeling that was easy enough to brush off, after all children had to learn somehow. 

“And satisfaction brought the cat back anyhow.” 

[drwinstonkim-blog]

If only he could fall asleep in a matter of seconds. Curled against the table, mouth pressed against the plastic lid, he inhaled slowly on the warm vapors of the coffee. As a familiar voice echoed from beside him, Winston started to alertness, looking up at her with wide eyes.

There was a flash of inherent violence in his eyes, but they softened the moment he saw her, and he relaxed immediately upon seeing it was no one come to attack him. 

“Sorry– yeah, go ahead.” His accent was thick briefly as he returned to wakefulness, almost slipping into Korean totally. “Sorry…’bout that. You just startled me.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

She should have realized that he was beginning to doze off or at least trying to, she supposed. Rebecca could hardly hold it against him when violence flashed in his eyes, it often did so in her eyes. 

“Oh no, it’s fine.” She slid into the booth gracefully, her eyes watching him carefully. His accent was of some interest to her so she decided to remember it for later in case it became of more use.

“It’s more my fault than yours anyhow, so you have my apologies.” She placed her water bottle on the table, resting her chin on it as she continued to gaze at him.

[kyukyukitty-blog]

Adventure! What a fascinating word, as if the odd woman with blood on her clothes knew just what to say to interest him. Surely, Kyu decided, it must mean that she was a like-minded creature.

Nodding vigorously, he laughed a bit, adjusting his hat so that it sat just a bit tighter on his head. Gunner had cautioned him to try and keep his ears hidden. Gunner had also cautioned him not to speak with strangers–

But she seemed nice, and to Kyuwon, anyone who seemed nice was undoubtedly going to be nice.

“It’s amazing! I’m not supposed to really be out without my sunbae, but this city is just so big. I’ve never seen anything like it. There’s so many colours and lights.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

Rebecca watched with guarded interest as his eyes lit up with excitement. She smiled at his enthusiastic nods and was almost concerned at how easily he seemed convinced by her deception.

Key word: almost. In reality it was mostly amusing even if it was a little concerning. Such naivety wasn’t overly common in those that weren’t children or didn’t appear to be young. Though his age could be a deception brought on by her perception.

“Well, I’m sure they have their reasons for wanting you to stay close, maybe even more so in such a large city.” She tilted her head as she regarded him and asked in a kindly fashion, “Do they know that you’re safe now?”

[soulshader]

“No,” Cain — surprisingly — agreed, head tilting off kilter as swirling eyes studied the undead. “Suppose you don’t.” Lashes tangled in a blink before he said: “I have my own reasons for being a royal ass.” He did. It made him ill to be nice, quite fucking literally. But like he was bloody telling that to a stranger. Hah. He’d rather eat dung.

“Whatever you say princess,” Cain snided, eyes practically rolling into the back of his skull. Didn’t anybody like to work for their food anymore? Besides, waiting around in a parking lot? That’s practically fast food. Still he didn’t argue, too entranced by the power boost he’d taken from her.

Snorting at her gratitude, Cain followed the woman’s glance towards the building in question and again rolled his eyes, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Room #202.” His expression deadpanned at her suggestion they’d be allies. He’d prefer subservient, and had only given her the mother-to-be’s whereabouts because it was easy, and he was sick of feeling her fear. 

Two birds, one stone— isn’t that what they say?

But hell, at least she’d called him ancient. The pretty little thing was smarter than she looked. Maybe she’d prove useful yet, beyond a quick and painless pick-me-up. “Don’t mention it,” he said with a dismissive shrug, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while giving her a cool glare. “No, really. Don’t mention it.”

[rebeccaxtorres]

“Suppose you would,” she agreed not bothering to push it any further, because honestly who cared? This man was obviously much older than her, but that didn’t motivate her to care about his intentions or what motivations laid behind his actions. She knew that they weren’t pure and for Rebecca that was enough.

“Finally somebody who recognizes my proper title,” she joked, flipped her hair back over her shoulder with a mockingly arrogant toss of her head. His attitude didn’t bother her in the least - in fact she rather enjoyed it. Made him easier to understand, easier to judge - for even though he wasn’t entirely honest he was more honest that deceptive.

 Rebecca easily ignored the snort, knowing that it was directed at her but not particularly caring. She turned back to him with a smile which grew malicious when she saw his expression. Of course he wasn’t the type to enjoy the idea of being equals with anyone - she had long gotten that idea. He thought himself superior - something she had yet to see proof either way of and so would ignore as an entirely invalid claim.

“Oh I won’t,” she responded softly and she wouldn’t for what point did mentioning something serve. Except perhaps to annoy him but given that he had found her a meal, she could ignore that urge for now. “I’m taking my leave, unless you want something else?”