#wachter--engel

[uilechumhachtach]

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Moira makes a face-- the twisted expression of a woman who took a sip out of the wrong cup of coffee.

“Oh-- Dia. What is this? It’s revolting.”

[unethicallybrilliant-a]

@wachter--engel // closed plotted starter

It was Moira's first day working under Blackwatch. It was an opportunity she couldn't pass up, one that would let her conduct her experiments in PEACE, without too much judgement. A place where her work could flourish. Or course it wasn't her first choice, but they allowed enough leeway for her to feel comfortable, to have freedom to do as she pleased.

She sauntered into headquarters, confidently taking in her new fellow coworkers and the atmosphere around them. She analyzed everything, from the furniture, to the equipment, taking mental notes on all of it. The place was DECENT, enough for her to work with, and the people didn't seem too awful. She was introduced to many, most too busy to give a formal hello but it didn't bother her. The less people she had to interact with the better. It seemed more LOGICAL to spend time on her work than on interpersonal relationships anyways.

She heads down the hall to claim her new office, eyes focused on her feet, eager to get started on her latest proje-

A startled scoff escapes the redhead as, all of a sudden, folders are SCATTERED on the floor, strewn across her feet. They weren't hers, but the woman she seemed to have collided with. "I do apologize," she professes, bending down to gather the papers.

Her knees unhinge from the crouched position, hand offering the collected pages before two-toned eyes take in the ethereal being before her.

Oh my. Who are you? "I'm Doctor Moira, O'Deorain, it's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?" She waits for the blonde to finish her sentence as she extends a slim hand for a professional shake, seemingly HYPNOTIZED by blue hues gazing back at her.

[ampitup-frogboy-blog]

⏳

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

“I used to be in like capoeira tournaments when I was little. I mean like little little,” he chuckled. “I’ve kept up with it, yeah, but I don’t compete. It was really fun for me to do, but it wasn’t where I wanted my life to go. Couldn’t give it up though.”

[maximilien-of-talon-blog]

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"Coward." He repeats. It is hard to tell what the omnic is feeling. His facial panel wasn't designed to display emotions. "Really?" Max's hand gives a dismissive wave towards the angelic beauty. "Allow me to educate you as you seem to have forgotten. Money gets you everything. I am a man of opportunity and I just happen to know humanity's prime weakness." His crimson vision flickers for a moment to indicate blinking. "I am sure if I can even buy you, Angela." The robotic entity moved his thick digits to straighten out his tie before flickering them over his suit to dust off any particles. 

[queen-gemini]

" Don't leave. "

『– And they say I am the cruel one. Moira couldn’t help but let the bitter thought slide through her mental barrier and stopping her from where she stood in the doorway. A long moment passed and the tension that still lingered in the space between them was like an electric pulse. It seized her heart in the most painful way and yet she knew she would miss the sensation as soon as she broke away.

“You have given me no real reason to stay,” Moira said still couldn’t bring herself to look at the woman who’s plea resounded in her head like a mantra. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Angela?” 』