Géill do mo thoil

“ Jeez, lady. Ya sound like a straight up mad scientist by the way you talk. That or just real friggin’ tenacious. ” Oh she seemed like quite the character. Real interesting. Couldn’t help but wonder if she would share a few of those methods with him.

“ Well I just thought I’d give some advice is all. Don’t think a man running a high-end fashion company would have much need for a genetics lab. ” Out comes a laugh. “ You ain’t wrong there! But I happened to ask cause funnily enough you happen t’ sound like a good chunk of my family. At least on my dad’s side that is. So y’know, got a little bit curious. ”

“Tch, ‘mad’ is correct in a sense. I was very angry at the fact they discredited my life’s work and threw me out of my work. At least there were other’s who wanted it...” She had to breathe a bit to settle herself. This wasn’t anything she needed to be telling a stranger after all.

✧*:･ﾟ| ❝A most welcome change.❞

FOR a man comfortable with keeping to his laboratory space, Siebren does not at all have any issue with the outdoors. Training for living beyond the earth’s atmosphere conditioned one to be accustomed to EXTREME weather conditions. And besides, he finds comfort in the stars of which very few could understand.

❝THE rumours about the forest are regarded as RIDICULOUS. Bah! One look at me could tell that being beyond the laws of physics is improbable NOT impossible.❞

A touch offended; strange, how despite having his mind and body ripped apart, he’s come to accept this ANOMALY.

❝I have notes, of course. About the Circle of Stones and the Lifewell.❞ He withholds information about the Nohrian who ACCOMPANIED him. ❝I could send you a message with a transcription attached if you’d RATHER read my findings in your own leisure.❞

PUZZLE box swiftly replaced with his phone, fingers are no less IDLE.

“Yes you and I have both gone against the grain of what is deemed to be possible. Quite successfully so as well, despite mixed results on either end.”

She lifted her right hand as emphasis, flexing the rather mangled appendage a bit before dropping it back into her lap.

“Of course I would like your notes,” what scientist in their right mind wouldn’t? “I have some as well about other beings I found in this city if you would like to exchange some... I’ll have to resurface that notebook, it’s been some time since I’ve been here. But I would also like to discuss these findings as we have the pleasure of speaking right now.”

Digging in her pockets, she produced a newer notebook and pen, clicking it to get to writing what she could. First outlining what she knew already of the forests so as to look back on it later, then making note of his behaviors so far. Keeping a watch on how he was doing would likely prove beneficial for later research as well.

“From what I have gathered these spaces and rumors are similar to tales of the fae back home. But as you have been there, what were they like in person?”

“ When you say reputation it makes it sound like ya wound up doing somethin’ ya probably shouldn’t have back home. ” From what he can tell at least.

“ What makes you think I have the money to do so? Follow up question, but you wouldn’t happen t’ be from a certain island in the North Atlantic now would ya? ”

“That depends on who you ask---my methods were doubted but my results could not be more than crystal clear. People couldn’t replicate them because they didn’t take my risks.” Which were calculated if not extreme.

“ Hey, ya never know. There’s plenty of rich folk in the city who could possibly give you a grant. Just gotta put the information out there. ”

“ Could always see about getting some kinda loan. I’m sure someone’s willing t’ help out. ”

Damian took it upon himself to look around some more. He didn’t expect to have run into anyone but here he was, sharing the same air with a woman who couldn’t seem to mind her own business or personal space. So the boy huffs when she takes his cape in hand and he barely lets her end her little remark before he pulls it away from her, rather roughly. 

“This isn’t some childish halloween costume.” He explains fiercely, eyes narrowing at Moira. “It’s a uniform.” 

Letting the other snatch the cape from her hands, she cocked a brow. What an angry response---well earned, but surprising from such a small boy. She didn’t really expect it.

“Uniform for what, some specialized mail service?”

✧*:･ﾟ| A blessing or a curse? He knows not his fate in this island so far. The fresh air and the ability to socialise is a plus — he’s not known how starved he’s been for attention until he’s been given it — but, oh, the lack of a laboratory has been most IRRITATING. A setback, though at least he’s found himself some allies who could help in that matter. Gaster is a physicist too, and Leo can build the most wonderful things!

THE spider does not catch flies by being impatient.

CLEVER fingers fiddle with his puzzle box, idle and pleasant passing of time devoted between him and the night sky that yawns before him. A CHANCE MEETING. Hands don’t stop in their movements.

❝HOI, Doctor O'Deorain.❞ He’d be surprised, truly, but having met a famous outlaw in her own dreams, he’s taken this in with a great measure of stride. ❝It is a PLEASURE to be seeing a friend from work! It is quite strange growing used to such open spaces again, but I am managing quite well. This island is so FASCINATING! Have you visited the Mistwood yet?❞

“A friend from work, yes,” she muttered the statement almost inaudible. She wouldn’t particularly call the two of them ‘friends’---but whatever worked.

Clearing her throat, she remained composed, nodding along with his words.

“Yes I would assume the great outdoors of this city would be a... welcome change,” ‘nice’ didn’t seem like the right word there. “I haven’t had a chance to visit it, thought I have heard the rumors of it. If you’ve gone, what are your thoughts on it? I would love to hear them.”

Looking around, she snagged a nearby chair to sit down, not bothering to ask if he minded her joining him. Even if he did she would ignore it.

{i figured i might as well do a new one of these since i’ve been gone a year by now, so it’s time for a mun intro!

for those of you that don’t know me, i’m rose. i rped moira in [redacted] and brought her here when the switch occurred, then dropped off for a year and now i’m back. here’s facts abt me:

i’m 23, my birthday was september 9th

i’m non-binary (they/them pronouns) and love girls

i’m in grad school in a low residency program for my MFA in comics

i work part time as a swim instructor and life guard, so i smell like chlorine basically all the time

legally i’m not allowed to eat gluten anymore, my doctor and my guts will be disappointed in me

my eyes are two different shapes

i’m a moira main i get 5 golds every 6 games i play but also what the FUCK is overwatch. i’ll fight jeff kaplan with my own two hands.

“ Idiot? Or soon t’be discovered secret genius… ”

There were a few reasons she didn’t immediately walk over to speak to the woman as soon as she saw her.

The first being she knew people were in and out of this city---sometimes coming back with no memories whatsoever of past time here. How she wished that was her. Then she wouldn’t have to stand there, trying to think of the best approach to her. Should she walk up and open with ‘how much do you remember about this city or another you might have been pulled into’? 

The second reason was she was afraid of the answer to that question being ‘everything’. Things were complicated the last time they were both here. They never talked through some things that... should have been, realistically.

Rubbing at her temples gently, she let out a sigh, finally gathering up the courage to step forward and approach, pasting her usual sly smile on her face.

“Sombra, how nice of you to show up finally.”