#verusmortem

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@verusmortem

      ❝ come’n get it, sweetheart. ❞

[daedalcs]

shorties  || @verusmortem

“I’ve got secrets I can’t keep.”

[bostonslugger-blog]

From here @verusmortem​

“– Very observant of you.”

“But I’d like to remind you that there is more to socializing than beating the living daylights out of one another so fervently that even the slightest of movements warrants submission.“MOIRA exhales slowly, rubbing her face with a hand.

               “Charisma is about manipulating others without them realizing what you’re doing until you’ve already accomplished what you need to– if he feared me, then how would I go about earning his trust? Subjugation and violence are not enough to deal with something as delicate and fragile as diplomacy… I am looking to find sponsors, not start a nuclear war…”

“If I have to allow men to verbally spit in my face just to get my foot in the door, so be it.“

“Ooooh” Scout mocked, raising both his hands and wobbling them, feigning a mixture of surprise and horror.

“Miss bedside manner over here wants to talk about charisma” Jeremy couldn’t help but scoff, brushing a hand dismissively away from her before resting against a nearby wall, arms crossed against his chest.

“What’s the point, of negotiating, if you can just take what you want?” He declared, obnoxiously, as though he were discussing the colour of the sky. “Charisma is just a fancy way of saying you ain’t strong”

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ok if you think thats bad i used to think it had to do with lemonparty.com itself so i mean… whos the real fool here..

// ... it looks like you were atleast in the right ballpark

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@verusmortem liked this for a starter

“That’s the thing I never got about you intellectuals.”

He kept his eyes on the comparatively smaller woman, cocking his head to the side before he grunted and leaned over to come face to face with her, to her level, at her height.

“That need to be an uppity cunt about the smallest things.”

[xmilitisx]

🐞 except she actually just reaches over and dumps one of her tarantulas on him. [Djdhs i couldnt resist]

He’s… just gonna freeze up, and twitch. Cue a faint bead of sweat trailing down his face, along with his throat that swallows.

Just a little.

The hand that moves it off his jacket might be trembling. 

Just a little. 

[voxnephilim]

"Every time I say this stuff, like, out loud, it just sounds so much /worse/ than the original concept is in my head when I think about what I want to record."

    Angela paused on her way past to look into Moira’s camera. “I rather like my own vlog... it keeps my thoughts clean. But I do understand what you mean. I’ve had perfect lectures planned in my head, but then when I go to open my mouth I just sort of vomit out ‘science is good.”

    She adjusted the stacks of notes in her hands and after a moment sat down next to Moira, this time out of the camera so she wasn’t being recorded.

    “But in the end, it’s sort of good science even just to do that. You get a more profound sense of in the moment during experiments. Not everyone needs to look like a well put together professor, even if you figure it’ll help. That, and it’s good to laugh over later.”

[dynamiteabs]

"My kind gesture is not immediately having the likes of you tossed into the surrounding Arabian Desert; I'm not even sure how you made it past security." [moira no]

          “Oh c’mon, don’t be like that. Ah heard some rumors and came ta’ see wot all the fuss was about. Ya’ look deadly enough.” Arms crossed as he glanced around. “Oh yeah, might need some new locks... some new doors... a new wall...” Voice got quieter as the list went on.

[thxlionsdxn]

verusmortem replied to your post: Like this for a starter with one of my new muses!

“Moira, a word?” Ana asked, hovering in the doorway of Moira’s lab. There was a function coming up and Ana had been forcedchosen to talk to Moira about going, and the correct etiquette for formal events.

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verusmortem replied to your post i wonder what people expect when they first go to...

ur already talking to me tho zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

u literally dont even count u n ur heckin pizza with teeth memes :\\\\\

[traded-talons-for-fangs]

"As far as Talon is concerned, I never saw you here, but I cannot promise they don't have eyes on me-- you should go. Quickly."

He could have bolted immediately at her first bidding--indeed, he should have. And yet Ripfang’s feet remained anchored in place, against his sounder judgment. Something gnawed at him ... kept him there several moments too long. His eyes narrowed with suspicion and unease, head canting slightly as he stared at Moira. “-Why- are you helpin’ me...?”Was this some sort of elaborate trap? Or a means of gaining his trust for some other nefarious purpose? Or could her desire to help truly be genuine? From what his personal experience with Talon scientists had been for the past several years, the latter seemed highly unlikely.And yet, if he was so certain this was an act of impending betrayal ... why had he remained to ask? A question he wouldn’t have even begun to be able to answer.

[crrypt]

Long, pale digits ghost across the wraith's broad shoulders, barely there yet still tangible as she walks around him, inspecting him. "... How are you feeling?" She murmurs, a small tray consisting of two cups of coffee settled upon it coming into view immediately after she does, extended to him with care. "It's... good to see you again. Do you require an examination, or are you simply here to visit...?"

there’s exhaustion in the slope of his back and there’s stress in those arms, lines drawn sharp at her contact --- though it’s not because of her. he’s gone a bit mad with the years ; he’s at the end of his rope, he knows it. and yet, despite it all, his whole self hums low under her soothing hands ; he wills it a short moment of respite. he dismisses her offer for coffee with a curt nod of his head ; this much hasn’t changed.

               " perhaps i’d like a little bit of both. ”

perhaps he enjoys the company of the one constant in his life, though he’d rather burn his tongue than to admit it clearly. she won’t get much more. he knows she’s used to it. it’s a good thing.

for only she knows of the deep anger twisting his form, on harsh days ; only she can see the full extent of his monstrosity, and catch just a glimpse of a heavy heart.

[deathxbringer]

         He hated coming to her for his condition— he had gotten better at keeping himself composed and relatively normal ( not in the slightest )  ❝ Do what you have to do. Get it over with. ❞ It wasn’t often ANYONE saw the face under the stark white mask that was Reaper— even on days where he’d be at the Talon base, he always wore the mask. The armor. Sombra, the Widow, and Moira were the only ones who’ve taken a peek here and there. Again, NOT OFTEN. ❝ It hasn’t been healing. ❞ The man motioned toward his right shoulder, one that was blasted and appeared to have the desire to heal, but couldn’t with nanites degrading far faster than regenerating.

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ask thread;; continued

@verusmortem

Icy off-colored hues come into focus as an unfamiliar face steps through the door to her private office, the scientist’s slender form perking up and straightening as he approaches her desk… Ah, yes. That had been due to arrive, hadn’t it?

No wonder it had taken its time in arriving.

                 A discolored hand lifts from her desk, writing utensil discarded in favor of accepting the little usb drive from the archer, a narcotic smile stretching her lips taut as it’s turned over, the item pulled back to herself for inspection before her slender head dips in acknowledgement.

“I was not anticipating hired help when I was briefed on this.“

                 “– But, I suppose by delivering it to me is enough to show your worth. I certainly wouldn’t like to do anything h a s t y . Do you possess a bank account or were you looking to receive cash? The latter of which will take some time to procure, as Oasis deals quite heavily in electronic transactions.”

Hanzo picks at the cuticle of his nail, unimpressed and uninterested in the state of the art facility around him. He was sure that if were to be quiet enough, a simple slip of the wrist could whisk into his pocket information worth millions. But he is no fool, and certainly no money-chaser. He needs enough money to get by, nothing more, and he knows not to cross Talon. 

He did not even want to take this greenhorn job. But his bounty had risen again, and his bank account had grown weaker...

“Overwatch was hounding your man, along with various other undesirables, so he hired someone with considerably more muscle to escort the data,” Hanzo makes a not-show of crossing his arms, just so his tattoo and scars bulge. The scientist could disparage hired help all she wished, but one way or another these skinny types always needed hired help. “Cryptocurrency is preferred. I have a throwaway bank account ready.”

[empactivating]

@verusmortem || continued

      ONE OF HER FAVOURITE THINGS TO DO is surprise people when she’s invisible -- it honestly never gets old, even when people start to get used to it she switches it up just be a nuisance.

      ❝ very friendly. ❞

       the hacker grins, letting out a mischievous little laugh as she leans back a bit -- getting more comfortable && not showing signs of moving any time soon.

      ❝ i had the day off -- figured i would stop by to visit my favourite geneticist. if you’re busy, that’s fine -- because you’re not busy anymore, cariño. ❞

[violentnonretirement]

"Does it really count as a violation of my parole if I am only picking my equipment up to repair myself? I have a /condition/, Jack."

“Overwatch is hardly a prison, doc. We have regulations to make sure everyone’s kept safe.”

“That bein’ said I don’t regulate medical equipment, so you’re good as far as I know,” there’s a light laugh, as if to alleviate the interaction.