make-me----tame replied to your post
I read ‘expect barbeeee’
you would.

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make-me----tame replied to your post
I read ‘expect barbeeee’
you would.
make-me----tame answered your question:// ALRIGHT GUYS So I’m gonna do an in-character...
OMG MEMEMMEMEMEME
YOU TOO? :D MY LIFE HAS BEEN MADE
〈G ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ s - A ʟ ʟ ɪ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ s〉
Ziodex Industries had finally branched out. Rather than working subtly / only with local hospitals -- primarily St. Istvan -- it has agreed under strict and covert terms to broaden its functions. A facility for the industry was put into the heart of London; small and discreet as it was, information would be stored there and experiments with the synthetic plasma would be kept under trial and continued in that specific area. Within a month or so of diligent work and processed file transfers it will have made contracts with local hospitals.
Against Kraven's liking, Selene had volunteered and otherwise been sent to England (and Hellsing) as a primary representative of the Coven. It would be their first alliance -- all things considered. She was their fastest, strongest, and most level-headed of the group. Not to mention it would keep either of them away from each others' throats. Displeased, he'd reluctantly agreed to send her out to supervise and aid in the process. It was easy, all things considered. Her coat had been abandoned, soaked with the rain as it lay hazardously holded in on itself over a metal chair with a puddle of water pooling on stone floor. There were three levels to the facility, small in space as it was. The lowest would consist mostly of the testings; laboratory work and utensils among the security desk and access to information stored into the systems.
Among glass vials, miniature coolers, unloaded boxes, and folders of documents were her personal possessions. One of her twin Beretta's lay on the table, a clip of ammunition with it, a large black camera and a few knives. Among them sat a small cassette tape -- someone would be looking for it sooner or later. It was only a matter of when. For now however, the Death Dealer occupied herself with keying in information and setting up the systems for those who would primarily be running the building.
Ahhh. I might not get to write your starters until this evening, sorry. :c Gotta' pack and stuff (especially now that my parents are fighting and mom & sis might come too now). In the meantime, if you have any preferences or dislikes, pleased let me know?
make-me----tame replied to your post:
HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE awkward sort of parent feels yes?
xD Absolutely and she will have to work extra hard for the accidental spiking oOOps
make-me----tame replied to your post:
"How odd that you can call them ‘meals’ and ‘your children’ all in the same sentence."
❝They are both, of coursse. Some more favorable than otherss.❞