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[voxnephilim]

Continued from (x). @eolaii (if this is alright)

    A click of heels in the hall, a shadow through the door. Angela was coming. She looked tired, as though she hadn’t slept. She barely had time away from the lab, not with so much worry about her projects mounting. But lately she only found support (and solace) from Dr. O’Deorain. One of the few who was encouraging. It should not have been comfort, but it was. 

    She was reading off a clipboard as she entered the lab, hair falling over her face and glasses. “Moira, I was looking over some of the gene panels you gave me about Gabriel and I-”

    She looked up then to see her on the floor, eyes widening at the sight. One of Moira’s arms was an angry, abused purple, different from a bruise but yet growing under the skin all the same. The clipboard clattered to the floor then as Angela broke into a sprint.

    “Moira! I’ve got you! What happened, what do you need?” She crouched at her side, gently rolling the other woman’s head, fingers pressing against the soft skin of the taller woman’s neck to find her pulse.

[maccaillte]

@eolaii

“So what research do you do exactly?” 

Howl heard many things about Moira, not all of them pleasant but he be the judge of that. So far he thought she was rather interesting, plus she had a nice rabbit Howl couldn’t stop himself from going over to it’s cage and gently poking his finger inside to pet it.

[fromtheshadcws-moved]

catching up

Her lab was sterile, pristine; Reaper should have felt out of place there. But as he moved silently through the familiar laboratory, he couldn’t help but feel like it was as much a part of his home as some of the other places he’d lived at. Familiar after the hours upon hours he had spent here--

and the sentiment extended to his company, too.

“O’Deorain,” he said casually, leaning against one of her tables as he slid a small, unassuming usb drive her way. “I got those files you wanted, figured I’d deliver them myself instead of relying on one of those other idiotas.”

@eolaii

[rendezvousaveclamort]

eolaii started following you

@eolaii O hai! -waves-

[spiderscanbehacked-blog]

There were many things TALON made Sombra do that she didn’t appreciate. For example, their standard issue food was awful and the uniform they’d tried to put her in was burnt and gone.

Those she could handle, their newest request- order, however, hit a nerve. She didn’t have a choice. But that didn’t mean she had to be there on time. Or cooperate.

Pushing open the heavy door she’d been directed to the week before, she almost immediately recoiled at the pure white of it all, the wave of disinfectant that assaulted her. 

Glimpsing a slim figure on the other side of the room, she took a step in and shut the door behind her. 

“Lets make this quick, sí? I’m a busy girl, amiga.”

@eolaii

[traded-talons-for-fangs]

Ghosts Of Yesterday

As he so often did, the wolf prowled the darkened London alleyways, quietly moving from shadow to shadow as he rummaged through dumpsters and wastebins, searching for a scrap of anything edible ... or even hoping to flush out a rat or two. He’d take whatever he could, at this point. It had been days since he’d last found enough to eat and his ... condition ... didn’t afford him the means to interact with the human world again in all the ways that would allow for normal living. No means of finding a job to earn money ... and no means of using said money to purchase food or a roof over his head.  He had been reduced to little more than a stray animal picking through the trash and skulking in the darkness to survive. He was so focused upon the task of feeding himself that he made the dire mistake of not taking notice of his surroundings ... or any who might approach. -- @eolaii

[lionhardtd]

“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

A nervous chuckle leaves the man as he settled on the couch, looking to the woman who was reading in a nearby loveseat.

“Noted.” he uttered, making sure to lay on his side so he didn’t snore.

[fromtheshadcws-moved]

17, 28, 75

017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved?

Gabriel is a violent man to begin with, so it doesn’t take much. When he feels like someone needs to be taken out. When words don’t work. When there’s a war to win and he is, after all, the perfect killing machine. When talking in the middle of the night about your demons wouldn’t work and hitting a punching bag or the wall would. When your life is on the line. When someone else’s life is on the line. When a kiss with a fist is better than nothing.

028. What makes them laugh out loud?

Hah, he has a weakness for good puns. He is pretty good at telling jokes but it takes a lot to crack that facade, so if he laughs out loud, it’s a really good one. Other than that: the irony of a situation, discomfort, masquerades. 

Relief.

075. Is your character ticklish?

Not really, though his ribs used to be ticklish. Now, not so much.