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texert | sceal | dimou

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[frameshiftofmind]

''Moira, what do you think of my new outfit? Isn't it cute?'' Angela asked with a smile on her face.

Moira glared down at her, put off by the abhorrent shades of pink Angela was sporting. She took a deep breath, as if she was coming to terms with the offensive sight before her, and her expression softened to something akin to bored. Perhaps a mild irritation of Angela looked carefully.

“Impractical, if anything, Ziegler. Those trails look… highly flammable.”

[frameshiftofmind]

If anyone were to walk past Moira's side of the lab right now, they'd be met with a distraught scientist curled up in the corner, weeping over the samples she just spilled over the bench.

Something about TALON laboratory equipment being unstable and subpar compared to her lab in OASIS.

Just don't ask how important those samples were or how long she spent generating them.

[frameshiftofmind]

@omnicvisionary from here

omnicvisionary

Not half as much a mystery as you are, O'Deorain. Luckily, Max is an omnic and smiling is neither possible nor expected.

“Science and odds are much alike in that respect – neither behaves the way we anticipate. Which means I am bound to disappoint you eventually, Minister.”

He doesn’t ask her why she supports a new human-omnic war, although he wishes he knew. It would help his leverage if he understood the woman’s motivations.

“Tell me, have you been working on anything … interesting?"

She laughs when Maximilien admits fallibility. It's charming, truly, his humility is a nice change from the brash lot she usually has to deal with.

"Oh, have I!" Moira exclaims. It's a bad idea, she muses, to ask a scientist what she's working on unless you have half an hour to spare.

"Optogenetics, an old-world technique of exploiting light-activated halorhodopsin to excite or inhibit neurons. A hundred years old, and yet uppity, prudish milksops limit work to mice models even still. It's a dead-end of stagnant research." She sighs dramatically, but the excitement bubbles away in her chest, not even considering that her audience might have a different idea of 'interesting' to her.

"That is, until I decided it was worth resuming." A sinister glint sparkles in her eyes. "My volunteer misses his wife terribly. But shine a yellow light in his brain and he forgets entirely what she looks like. Isn't that grand?"

[frameshiftofmind]

@spiderscanbehacked

from here

The results of her test were noticeable. Sombra peered at the seemingly rejuvenated soul, only rocking back onto her heels when she was addressed again.

“What’s that for?”

She’d seen of course, the mist Moira used on the battlefield. Even once, felt by accident, the painful violet pull of whatever it was she kept in her other hand. She’d made a note not to get in her way after that.

As much as Moira disliked Sombra’s mannerisms and hated interruptions, she could forgive all wrongdoings upon genuine interest in her work.

“That, dear, is for you when you find yourself riddled with bullets or poisoned because you were foolish enough to overestimate yourself.” As if to prove a point, Moira sent a small burst of yellow vapour in Sombra’s direction. Admittedly, it hadn’t gone through enough testing to be completely sure of its safety, but at that miniscule exposure, it wouldn’t cause anything more than a pleasant tingling, if that.

[frameshiftofmind]

@askmamamercy from here

“Don’t talk about Jack like that!” She said, clearly pissed off. “I’m glad you didn’t get your hands on him or anyone else. What you have done Moira, has been inhuman and cruel. You went way too far.” She grabbed onto the other’s shirt, looking her in the eyes.

For a split second, Moira's eyes widen as she's manhandled. She's had her fair share of vehement opposition and vitriolic criticisms, but no one's dared attempt an altercation. She wouldn't take it from anyone else.

"Angela," she says sternly, curling her fingers around Ziegler's wrists and tugging them away. "I've taken human science to levels that were still a dream ten years ago. The Reaper is a masterpiece. I will not argue with you on this."

[frameshiftofmind]

"I hate who you've become."

"I'm devastated."It's sarcastic and dismissive. She's more than willing to debate with the good doctor, always has been, but a direct jab to Moira herself? She expected better from Angela, and feels no obligation to satisfy her with an emotional response.

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