ׁ   𝐼 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝑇𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝗬𝑶͟𝑼͟𝑹͟ ⎯⎯⎯      ۫     𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙇 𝐴𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝐴𝑁𝐷 (﹙˓ 𝕭𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 ˒﹚) 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐒 𝐂 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐌 𝐒 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝕯𝐼𝑆𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑃𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐹𝑈𝐿 𝙒𝙍𝙀𝙏𝘾𝙃 , 𝖶𝖧𝖮 𝘿͟𝘼͟𝙍͟𝙀͟𝙎͟ 𝗍𝗈 𝑸𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝗠𝗘 ˳ᐟ ˳ᐟ ↻ 𖬺 𖹭

ATTENTION TALON STAFF to: TALON_OPERATIONS from: odeorain.moira Attention to all Talon staff, The brown bag in the fridge was **not** lunch. You have 6 hours to report to me for treatment or risk an embarrassing expiration in the middle of the office space. Your choice. I will not be held liable—

» Moira O'Deorain « 》 MADWOMAN 《 • I am temptation, I am the snake in Eden • I am the reason for treason, beheading all Kings • I am sin with no rhyme or reason » Unethical Sciences at any cost for progression

Moira stays still.. as much as she can. She cant stop the arm from its involuntary twitching. She blinked at the pinch, the injection calming the trembling muscles. She let out a soft sigh, relief. "Thank you, my sweet."

She leaned down to receive it. Her eyes soft. The devil is tame for now. "My arm. It is quite sore today. Would you mind giving me the injection."

"We should. First, could I trouble you for some assistance? Then I will let you rest those aching limbs of yours. Coffee is fresh." As always, the normally unsettling personality Moira had sort of melts away around Angela.

Her devilish eyes light up a little. She approaches with hands coming to hold the Angel by her hips. "Like a sickness~ where have you been, hm? Too many of my bruises have healed."

"I do miss being a bother to her.. what a strange feeling this is."

"Im afraid you'll have no choice. Doctor's orders. Now come here and dont squirm." Moira readies the needle. She makes her way over to him and waits for the okay.. hes getting it one way or another but shed prefer peacefully.

Its bitter, definitely. Tastes like medicine and chemicals. Moira watches and smirks a little. "Good boy. Now we wait a little. I will be back with the second dose later. A stronger one." He will see her next week.

"Is that any way to treat your doctor bringing a potential cure?" She asked. Gesturing to a small briefcase which held the cooled shot. There may be concerns if it would work, but the drink he had earlier in the week would make the reaction just right. "I hope you had fun. You'll be on rest for—

"This time it is a drink. Then I will have a surprise for you." She gestured to the amber liquid on the table. This wouldnt fully fix him, but he should have more control.

"I believe I will join you in relaxation for the night. Don't mind the intrusion. Your groundskeeper let me in." She means Heisenberg.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ "𝐎𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬." ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

@abadomencomes.bsky.social Reaper is going to come back from his mission to find Moira in his dorm. Waiting presumably for him. She isnt there just to irritate him either.

》They worship patience, a virtue ▪︎ Oh, they tell me gluttony's a sin ▪︎ But my desire, it's bottomless ▪︎ I wanna slit your throat and eat 'til I get sick ▪︎ The slaughter's on ▪︎ I'd love to see you come undone ▪︎ Unsatisfied, until I've got you flayed alive 《

"Mm arent they? It is inspiring what mortals can do when faced with the inevitable. Though I intend to change that."

"You lump me in with the general masses. Do you think you know me so well?" Her work might speak for her. She was someone to watch. Dangerous even by herself. "Omnics have never bothered me. Why fear them?"

"Indeed it does. An interesting study. You've quickly become someone to be acknowledged and reckoned with." She commented. But her tone is neutral. As if it doesnt really bother her.

"How do you feel about that?" She asked. Her head tilting a little. Moira means nothing by it, though with his history its understandable hed be suspicious.

"Oh, indeed I have. But I know things they dont and that gives me certain power. You, Ramattra, have been described as a radicalist. Do you agree?" She asked. Curious about him.. and omnics in general.

"Not all. But I applaud you for trying."

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍! 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎! " #OWRP || #MVRP

"Akande can't seriously leave me to manage this zoo for much longer. I'm going to start.. limiting staff~" Someone come get her. Shes feeling.. murdery.

The trust is there since she makes no comment in it as she comes in. Already babbling about her theories. "The main running theory for the pain is your body destroying and reforming itself so quickly. This /should/ slow that process down and give you more control over when your body phases in and—

She waves him off as a parting Adieu for now. Moira takes her time to get the synthesis correct. But even she cant fully predict what it'll do. She goes to his dorm room, knocking politely.

"Isn't Jack supposed to do that and just give it to us? I swear this company is getting lazier. Would anything get done without us, milsean~" She cooed affectionately. Milsean meaning sweetheart in gaelic. "What would they do if we both just left?"

They can be civil to each other, once in a while. Moira sits herself down with a tired sigh. Theyre both overworked and addicted to it. "What are the chances you have the report about budgeting constraints for next month?"

"A blood moon you say? Id love to see that." She hummed. Moira had powers of her own. A monster in her own right. One of her hands even purple and mangled. It looked painful in its occasional twitches.

She drinks from it. Faster this time. Seems she can handle her whiskey well, but its catching up to her. A hum leaves her. "What a fascinating little world I have found. I shall never be bored again~"

"My question still stands." She leans back. Giving her glass for another refill. "Reptilian or mammal?"

"Fascinating. Dragons are not real from where I come from. Figments of imagination. You seem to be warm blooded so.. not a reptile?" She tilts her head a little. Looking at his features. Studying him.

"You mentioned draco in your descriptions. Are you considered a dragon here?" She asked. Her attention fully his.

Moira is coming in, setting down coffee as a peace offering g right before she steals a pen. Humming to herself around the lab.

"Youre telling me that the crab ran with goons?"

"I dont know much of this world. I could study its secrets for hours."

"Ive been called cruel for my experiments. I wonder if youd like to know first hand how it feels to be under my gaze?" Shes still teasing.

"If I told you, I fear you won't like me very much." She teased a little. Leaning just a bit closer. "My sciences are considered unethical because I dare to push the boundaries of what humankind can achieve."

"I see. A shame I can't investigate closer. Though I'm no geologist." She didn't buy into the idea that they came from the heavens. She didn't believe in heavens, only hells.

"Interesting. And these stones are very rare, are they? Do people not mine for them like other minerals?" She didnt much about this world, that much is clear.

"Please do. Id love to hear it." She finished her whiskey and moved her glass fo get more.

"Fascinating. I suppose it would take some great convincing to allow me to look at the stone." One might think Moira would use it for herself, but that was not her intention. She wants to find out what properties cause such a reaction.

"Youre very curious to me. I have never seen someone like you. I would very much like to study you." Genetics was her specialty afterall. Though Moira was definitely handy with anything scientific.. except maybe astrophysics.

Compared to Moira being 6'5".. she was quite taller than him. She sits and takes the whiskey. Sipping it slowly. "Moira. I am a geneticist." A very infamous one.

"Whiskey, dear. And some company if you will." She sits herself down. He is welcome to flirt with Moira, if he thinks he can handle her.

@junkertownbadass.bsky.social Coming up behind to touch waist, hips and her ass. "Good morning, Queen."

no one ever died for my sins in hell

i burn for you.