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            𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙾𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂  .   ind, private, medium / low activity podcast based multi muse , as recorded by jayne bird . ( 22 , she/they ) . canon divergence / headcanon basis may apply.  beware trigger heavy content . still under some co . 

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“How dare you look down your nose at me like that.”

Considering this Mikaele was a rather towering individual, it perhaps wasn’t that difficult for him to look down upon the shorter hunter. 

                   HE TRUSTS KEPLER, his loyalty unwavering. he’d follow him to the ends of the earth if he were asked, hell further than that if the hephestus was anything to go by. the si-5 is family, even when they are monsters, they are monstrous together. they always have eachother, right ?  why was it so hard to talk about ?

                   HIS EYES ARE TRAINED ON THE WALL. paneling is carefully removed so he can get to the inner wall, the wiring is old but the workmanship is passable considering what they’re working with. he isn’t one for addressing problems, he never has been.  he’s better at pushing through, ignore it and it will go away.    something’s wrong.   daniel wants to laugh, wants the sound to be cruel and mocking, to dig his hands into his hair and scream, and scream until it hurts. he doesn’t, instead he swallows that feeling, pressing his tongue to the back of his teeth and muses over his next move. gaze turns to the colonel and jacobi almost looks hurt.

                    THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE, there was something out there, some other jacobi, something wearing his face, something that had his memories, something that believed wholeheartedly that it was daniel jacobi. it scares him, the idea he might not be . . . him. that he could be the imposter and that he listened to the real daniel die in a solar storm, that he could be so thoroughly convinced he is jacobi when he’s really just some thing wearing his face. how can one even begin to describe the discomfort of questioning if the skin they are wearing is even their own ?    daniel pushes that panic back, buries it in the back of his mind and hopes he can just forget about his time out there, about the other jacobi.    “ have you noticed a lack in productivity sir ? ”   he knows the answer, if anything his work has impoved as he buried himself in it. trying to forget or ignore. his gaze turns back to the cold metal of the station’s inner paneling, hand moving to grab a screwdriver and shove it back in the back before it can float further.    “ if not, i don’t see how there could be a problem. ”   

@radioways SENT: [distracting kiss] ( consider tma vesbud mayhaps )

Vespa would like to rip the throat out of the grinning freak’s guard dog. She did not like the institute, and especially not their head. But, she liked his guard dog even less. Still, she holds herself back, even as Buddy can no doubt sense the fact Vespa would like nothing more than to rip the throat out of Daisy as the woman talks down to her wife. Of course, given the fact Buddy is arguably dead and Vespa has not existed in any sort of government database in nearly a quarter century, their marriage was moreso a thing of emotions and words than a legally binding document. 

But the fact remained: she did not like the way Buddy was threatened by this failure of a law officer. Even though Buddy herself seemed unmoved by this display. Once Daisy had left, before Vespa could go after her with the knife that she desired to plunge into the woman’s retreating back, she feels Buddy pull her into a kiss, she melts, easily distracted from the previous anger. “If she talks to you like that again, I’ll kill her, Buddy.”

                    GAURD DOG ISN’T PLEASED WITH THEIR INTERACTION, of course they have a history not that vespa knows, not that she needs to, the worry would only dig deeper, and buddy doesn’t want to press the fact daisy had attempted to arrest her once or twice. ( though only one of those occasions was truly buddy’s fault. ) buddy blows through it with a pleasant smile and a suddenly dry throat. she can feel her wife’s displeasure just as clearly as she can see daisy’s.