#snikmorder

[riggermcrtis-blog]

    he sees her on his way back from the  CAFETERIA  ———  tray of food in hand  &&  on the way back to his room to avoid the  UNWANTED  interaction that he knows is unavoidable any time he tries to  dine in,  so to speak.  she’s  A L O N E  in the hall,  a strange face among  all-too-familiar  scenery. he doesn’t recognize her  . . .  that could mean she’s  N E W  to the  abstergo  program,  or just a brand new stolen memory seeping out into the real world.

    either way,  he  keeps walking. 

     [    @snikmorder  //  starter call.    ]

[acureforviolence-blog]

@snikmorder

it’s going BETTER this time, nearly seamlessly. present and past merge together EFFORTLESSLY and if she allows herself to be captivated by it, sophia finds she struggles to remember where each begins and ENDS. 

but now does the memory fade away and the woman before her left PANTING. sophia takes a few steps forward, careful to ensure there is no DAMAGE before stepping to her side. “you did brilliantly, brigette, thank you.” 

[meurtriier]

@snikmorder

“ ah, so YOU’RE the ghost in the machine. do the powers that be know you’ve had those fingers in their cookie jar? ”  && a frown. “ that ... sounded dirtier than i meant it to. ”

[diebythecreed-blog1]

@snikmorder​

curiosity, as always it has, gets the BEST of her and maria gathers the folds of her robes, gaze cautiously scanning for an unfamiliar appearance. they say she is one of their kin from the NORTH and it is serves as a potent reminder of the ENORMITY of their cause, as important and overwhelming as day to day tasks seem. 

they are many and they are EVERYWHERE.