YAMATA

let me treat you indie christine yamata

[virologiist]

     watches the gay unfold           “i must study this new plague.”

[virologiist]

@bxltway

     “if i were ever to miss someone,       it would be you-- and maybe @sovietghoul.       maybe.”

[virologiist]

@bxrtha

     “you too now? it feels as if my old commrades       are rising from their graves one by one.”

she taps the cigarette lightly. shifts her weight as she looks at the woman.

     “wie geht es ihnen, michaela?”

[virologiist]

mxmicry:

Vector was taken aback by her words. It was the first time he had ever heard her speak about her family, or anything in her past really. Very interesting. 

“I don’t remember anything about my parents. I know they’re dead.” 

The way he spoke was so nonchalant. As if he were talking about the weather. He had been trained to abandon all of his past. His parents were foggy memories to him, as was his younger sister. He hadn’t given them two thoughts in over twenty years. It was for the best, either way. Nothing to tie himself to. Nobody to grieve over. His life worked out better that way.

“Some people marry for reasons other than love, but dinner is not one I’ve heard of. You’re a first.” A chuckle.

     “gluttony may be my favorite sin.”

her answer came readily. in truth, all the sins were pinned on her hat, so to speak. they all had their place. pride, wrath, lust... they were running the the background constantly but gluttony had a special place in her little, black heart. sweets dumped into fashionable, glass containers decorated every office she held. mints, taffies, gum drops, cinnamon, watermelon, lemon-- they came in verity and she took advantage of them all. 

it was always that way, a sweet tooth since she was a child but it had be exacerbated when she began using her body as a medium for designer strains. one of her first argumentations, a sister strain to the classic t-virus, had taken away her ability to taste and smell. she had to correct it through nerve enhancers but she only gained back the ability to taste extremely sweet and salty items. 

     “i mourn my parents passively. i visit their graves a       couple times a year. light incense and sing the       prayers. leave the money and fruit as tradition state.”

she did not have to expound upon what those traditions were. if he was raised even slightly in a traditional home, he would know of what she spoke. 

[virologiist]

@bxltway

sat in a blacked-out suv, she pulled a sliver cigarette case from her breast pocket. it caught the light filtering through her open window, sending reflections dancing wildly as she opened it up. pulled out a delicate, cigarette she slipped it between dark lips. lifting her necklace charm she pulled back on the top revealing a hidden lighter flint wheel. thumbing it, a small spark. the end caught as she took in a deep drag and exhaled out the cracked window.

     “so tell me, why did you decide to seek me out        for this mysterious employer?”

[moviesreality]

[virologiist]

BELTWAY:

  “Ya sure ya don’t wanna put that ammo somewhere else?” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t watching all this. He would be lying even harder if he was to just turn his vision, acting like he wasn’t looking. When she was done, he turned his attention to his phone. “I’ll let him know yer on the way.”

     “it is sufficiently secured.”

  she pressed her hands down the front of her outfit, straightening out folds then tugging on the collar of her shirt before lifting her phone from the desk top. pressing a finger to the screen, she set the alarm on her lab.

  walking pass him, she stood in the doorway, looking back on him.

     “would you rather carry it? if i place it in the        holster alongside my sidearm, my stockings        sag.”

[virologiist]

VECTOR:

Pandora’s box was now open for services. 

Ren knew that even speaking about a science-related subject would get the woman on a roll, but he didn’t mind. Instead, he leaned against the wall, arms folded against his chest and just reveled in the information. It wasn’t boring information, and it did keep his attention. Also the fact that she was speaking more than a few words also kept him intrigued. He didn’t remember her being so talkative before, but that was a long time ago and people change. 

“You know, for someone who seems to have an uttermost distaste for human beings, you sure do know a lot about how they tick.” Teasing, of course. Another puff from his cigarette, before reaching over to the table and demolishing it in the glass ash tray that sat on the corner of the table. “That sort of thing is rather interesting though. I guess it makes sense though. It’s all very carnal. Humans just make it look fancy, so to speak, but it’s no different than in the wild.”

His mind stayed on the part where she said that humans with higher IQ, the less emotion they showed. That part he wholly believed in. 

“Usually people with higher IQ’s are doing things where they don’t have time for other people, or to be bothered with silly things like emotions. Me, for instance. I wouldn’t fall in love, because that would be detrimental to either my well being, or my bank account. Those two things I hold in much higher regard than having a wife-like figure at home, with dinner made.”

A small chuckle. 

“If it will keep me safe, alive and rich, I’ll order take-out for the rest of my life.” 

     “i miss my father’s cooking.”

  something close to nostalgia crept through her old bones. her family, had owned a small asian cuisine place. it was a front, of course. the yamatas were a powerful yakuza family in the states, one of the first to move from japan in the early nineteen-twenties. sex trafficking was their main gig. Nice white girls sent back to japan for the business men that had developed a taste for blonde-haired and blue eyed play things.

  but the restaurant was functional and her father loved to cook. he had a special ramen bowl that she would eat every day after school as a child. he had died in the early nineties. her cousin had taken over the restaurant.

  his recipe was not as good.

     “if i could find a wife-like figure to cook for me,        i would take her in a heartbeat. love would have        nothing to do with it. a deal, contracts signed.        rings on our fingers as hollow as the grave.”

[cerseis-lannister]

[virologiist]

Sun Bak + Tropes

[angjolie]

[virologiist]

sense 8 meme: 3 quotes [1/3] i take everything i am feeling, everything that matters to me… i push all of it into my fist. and i fight for it. 

[virologiist]

BELTWAY:

  “That’s better then not going at all.” He found it highly amusing how she stood there, almost like she was studying him. “I would rather have you armed any day anyway Christine.” He could remember the numerous accounts back when they were on the field that her gun saved his burly ass when he got into trouble. “Listen if it makes ya feel any better, I will be there. I won’t just up and abandon another wolfpack member. We are comrades after all.”

     “sentimentality.”

  the word slips out, tinted with disdain. she opens the top, left drawer and holds her hand over the glass, viridian light as her scan is taken. hydraulic lock hisses as it opens, revealing a small handgun, extra magazine neatly laid beside it.

  she assess the gun, then pulls a holster from the same drawer. foot lifted then planted on her officer chair, hiking up her pencil skirt. delicate skin and thigh-highs exposed as her fingers meticulously get to work. heel teetering on the edge as she works. drops the skirt back into place. the extra magazine is slipped into the inside of her left boot, nestled tightly between the patented leather and her skin. 

     “comrades, yes. suppose we cannot outrun        our familial ties. trained together, survived        together.”

[xlefay]

                                 ↁo not ｐｒｏｖｏｋｅ me;

                    i will ＴＥＡＲ you αpαrт

                                    ——- & make you wish

                                            you were

                                          d̶̶e̶̶a̶̶d̶.

[mxmicry-deactivated20160304]

   ＳｏᅟｇｅｔᅟｙｏｕｒᅟＩＤＥＡＳ‚           ｓｔａｃｋᅟｙｏｕｒᅟａｍｍｏ‚        ｡｡｡ｂｕｔᅟｄｏｎ＇ｔᅟｃｏｍｅᅟｕｎｌｅｓｓ‚                            ｙｏｕᅟｃｏｍｅᅟｔｏᅟｂａｔｔｌｅ｡ ☣ɪɴᴅᴇᴩᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ/ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ/ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴩʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ☣ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ꜱʜɪᴩ/ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ☣ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇᴅ (18+; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ yᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ) ☣ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟy/ᴀᴜ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟy/ᴍ!ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟy ☣ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙy ᴋɪᴢ                         Ｈｏｍｅ || Ｒｅｇｕｌａｔｉｏｎｓ || Ｄｏｓｓｉｅｒ

[virologiist]

BELTWAY:

  He wasn’t ignorant, he just didn’t like what she enjoyed. Science wasn’t his forte, blowing things up was his desire. He could do that instantly, but put a test tube in front of him with some chemicals and tell him to not blow something up. It wouldn’t happen he would blow it up. “There is more, something you might find more interesting then the clones. But ya gotta meet the man, and talk to him yerself.” He wasn’t going to play messenger any longer, she could meet the man that wanted to higher her. That means Beltway brought her to him and therefore would get his cash. Hector knew how badly she yearned to work again.

     “i’m not keen on meeting new people these        days nor am i some package to be delivered.        trust breeds slowly, even among old friends.”

  friends was a generous term but ever christine had a friend, it would be one of the wolfpack. some more than others. she clashed with lupo, bertha-- she knew spectre would sell her out to pad his bank account. he had made that abundantly clear in their time working together. beltway however, she was unsure where his loyalties truly lay. his techniques, his skills were formidable. recon mines, tripwires, car-bombs. she would rather not be on his bad side or she would have to hire someone to walk around in front of her all day opening doors and using items. a coffee maker in his hands could probably turn into a small nuclear device, but he did it for some sort of reason.

  many arsonist, she had found in her studies, got a sexual rush out of it. many serial killers and terrorists admitted to becoming excited by the fires and explosions they set off. 

  was hector the same? she could not say if this applied to his situation completely but it held some sway over him. 

  he got off when the big boom happened, one way or another. it wasn’t about his bank account at the end of the day, it was about the climax. 

     “i’ll go but i will be armed.”

[virologiist]

VECTOR:

“I guess they should change the term ‘blinded by love’ to ‘blinded by science’. Love is a stupid thing. It gets you caught up. It weakens you. It seems these days though people don’t know the difference between love and lust, and end up getting themselves stuck in stupid situations because they couldn’t control their hormones. We’re smarter than normal human beings though, obviously.”

He took the jab at his intelligence. Only from her because he knew she was far more intelligent than him -  on a whole different scale. Wouldn’t dare get upset about it. Honestly, talking to Christine was more a breath of fresh air, because of how smart she was. He didn’t have to completely dumb himself down.

“I’m sure you could. It’s all pheromones basically, am I right? Human beings are like fucking zombies.” He exhaled a puff of smoke. “I don’t know science the way you do, but I do know that almost everything that is supposed to seem natural, can in fact be created.”

  he knew enough to speak of it with such ease. she was reeled in, if she was completely honest with herself. emotions were foreign to her. wholly unable to comprehend most of the spectrum that they fell upon. outside rage and pride, there was little she experience first hand. 

  emotions like that dirty little ‘l’ word were best communicated through eloquent descriptions such as what he relayed to her. she wanted to put him under a bright light, hook him up with probes, machines to read his brainwaves, the response and feedback and he explained them-- did he really feel love? what did it taste like?

     “intelligence and ignorance correspond directly        to the belief in love. the higher the iq a person has,        the less emotions, love and otherwise, they feel.        empathy and mercy deaden first, then sympathy,        happiness, sadness... as the mind grows, we are        left with the only emotions that matter; the emotions        needed to survive. wrath and pride.        the only sins that serve true purpose.”

  she folded her arms.

     “but yes. pheromones. they are a place to start.        when ovulating, women will drift towards men        that have higher testosterone levels-- even in        blind studies, women were able to pick out shirts        worn by men with elevated testosterone levels        above lower and control subjects. men failed        simple puzzles when exposed to female pheromones.        they were given basic math questions while wearing        an oxygen mask through which a subtle mixture of        vaginal secretions were pumped through. men that        were exposed to the pheromones were 30-45% more        likely to chose incorrect answers.

     “of course, pheromones are only one aspect        of many. others are more internal like adrenaline,        dopamine, serotonin,  vasopressin, oxytocine--        just to name the most common, but that would lead        into advanced neuroscience and not touch on psychology        and ‘love blindness’ as well as mating rituals based on        different cultures, but that is for another discussion.”

  science was one way to get her talking. give her a topic and she would educate endlessly as long as her patience held.

[virologiist]

                                               ɢᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ﹐           ʏᴏᴜ  sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ  ʙᴇ ｓｃａｒｅｄ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ.

[virologiist]

BELTWAY:

  “Then.” Picks up an item from her desk. “Pick them apart, and put them back together. Improve the fuckers, get paid more. Ya know, the fun shit.” He didn’t actually know how any of her science worked, and didn’t care. He just was getting excited to have everyone in the same group again.

     “you speak as if they are plastic toys.        if it were that easy i would have little reluctance        but real subjects, even clones, fall apart at the        seams under too much stress.”

  callus scolding of him that would fall on deaf and dumb ears. even if she broke it down into the simplest of terms, he would not be able to follow her through neurodivergance, nerve degradation and basic dna manipulation that would come with that sort of project.

  but the idea of getting into a more active roll was tempting for some reason. she still worked out, forced herself to go through training weekends, hiring old contacts for intensive survivalist weekends to keep her skills and senses sharp. 

  she also often conducted biohacking and organic upgrades, using her information and lab to upgrade her body as it if were any other piece of hardware. 

     “i would like to know details before i agree        to anything.”