#acuitas

[ireton]

 DISCLAIMER: Please do your own research and come to your own conclusions.

Canadian pharmaceutical companies Arbutus and Acuitas, as well as American pharmaceutical companies Pfizer and Moderna, the University of British Columbia & Anthony Fauci connection.

[airbrickwall]

[centipyrrhic]

Desperate Mastermind Girl

{ @acuitas }

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{ * Knock one, two. One, two. }

{ * One, two... }

{ * Three. }

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{ * A smell of ozone. The pressure of a vacuum on the eardrums following the POP and ringing in the ears. A haze, suffused with dying light and cigar smoke from a seedy dive bar. The man in black pulls the metaphysical curtain back from the weave of reality and contextual narrative to travel across mediums, reaching a destination sometime in the past- yet in the present simultaneously. }

{ * He huffs his own fumes and begins spitting out words like a purple prose blowhard. }

{ * Insufferable. }

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{ * In a place where the cataclysm has just begun, he apparates within a sealed chamber. Gilded, rich, contemporary cage built for only the finest, demure evil. Here; here is where She (un)rests, hatches Her plans, now (un)tragically cut off from Man and God and Self to languish in a puddle of her feculent misery. }

{ * Much like I once did, so long ago. }

{ * The man in black stands at the entrance, a wicker basket hanging loosely from his right palm, covered with a checkerboard red and white cloth. Mundane. Boring. Yet this encounter will be anything but. }

[oftimeandtwilight]

@acuitas from [x]

Something that closely resembled, but wasn’t quite, a smile tugged at her lips as the goddess shook her head. “A test, but not really one for you,” she admitted. It was more for herself, and knowing that she could still be recognized was a small boon to her weary and aching heart.

After all, she had given up so much of her godly self when she had died and allowed her spirit to be reincarnated. What was left was just a shadow of her former self, born in the sleeping heart of her ancestor. Could she truly even be Hylia?

“You do not need to avert your gaze for me, Lorin,” she said, tone equal parts soft and amused. “I am a guest here, after all. This is your home.”

[deamaurea]

@acuitas liked for a starter.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up in our domain. What purpose does a fallen god have with us?”

[redvirtue]

@acuitas

“If not for my self-restraint, that breath would have been your last.” His words, though harsh - were not out of malice, but rather concern. Drawing back his sword into its scabbard, he eyes the hooded man. It was easy to tell that he was certainly no fighter. “Unveil your face to me. If you truly mean no harm, you would speak to me eye to eye.”

[telesthisia]

From ‘neath dark cloak, features fine as porcelain would form a frown wrought with worry, blue eyes sweeping throughout her new environment. As intoxicating the temptation of with luxuriating her ever-growing desire to learn more about the world around her had been, the ingenious maiden of light found that it was not the most opportune time to momentarily satisfy her neverending pursuit of answers, she instead allows for worry and homesickness to enshroud her bright mind filled with wonder. Her steps echo throughout the desolate woods, as she delves deeper and deeper into it with no means of an exit appearing anytime soon. She knew not how long she had been traveling within this strange realm though she was well aware of the fact that her kingdom was without a ruler and with an empty throne H/yrule could not hope to thrive. She needed, no, must find a way home. With that resolve, she’d walk forth. And it wasn’t until she’d come across a silhouette, unmoving, within the thicket of the fine layer of mist surrounding the forest. She knew it not to be wise to try and call out to it, but with no means of escape, with no hope of escaping without help, she decided that it might be wise enough to call out. Softly, does she feel the gentle crack of golden magic dance around her fingertips. “Excuse me... hello? Is someone there?” There was no answer, so this would prompt for Ze/lda to speak in a louder tone. “Please, I am lost and I’ve yet to see a way out. I am in need of directions... please... I must return home...”  

@acuitas | starter call | closed. 

[centipyrrhic]

Love is Survival

( @acuitas )

{ * I’;M MAKIUNG FUCKIGN MAC AND CHEESE AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME }

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{ * Almost on cue, the man appears in a chair of his own in a space-appropriate place in this little demiplane Lorin’s created. Is it comfy? Probably. }

* “ Hellooooooo I’ve answered your summons, master. “

{ * Love them shit-eating grins. Can’t get enough of ‘em. }

{ * And what’s this? Another box in his hands, and it smells divine. }