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Dear Mother Miranda. I’ve watched for some time. Seeing how you’re…. striving to find a new “vessel”, as you call it, for your dear Eva.

I will be more then…pleased to accompany you in this���experimentation. Or…”testing”.

Alas, the decision lies within your hands.

-🖤

As does your life now, child.

Congratulations.

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MMM!

Medical Malpractice Miranda! ❤️ ❤️

Subject 119: Anonymous

Brain Functions: Pending

Notes: Subject exhibits signs of cognitive lapse. I aim to reverse this progression by dispersing the sample I've collected and injecting its remains directly into the hippocampus. Further testing of this procedure is imperative to ensuring its consistency, but I have reason to believe that cellular slime molds may act as a remedy for cellular decay. Should this theory prove correct, then my search for a suitable vessel might finally see its end.

My beautiful Eva... I am so close to seeing you again!

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Mother Miranda, since you can give new life to living beings and most certainly take lives away, would you be considered the actual God?

Are you willing to give yours for the answer?

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Glory to you Mother Miranda... I hope you're well.

Just so you know, I would be the vessel to your Eva in a heartbeat.

...To be marked down as yet another failure?

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Mother Miranda, how do you feel about sapphics fancying you romantically?

Their worth remains yet to be seen, child.

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I never was a religious woman, mother, but the black god is 🔥 🔥

Your pathetic attempt at a prayer certainly attests to that.

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*A scrawny, shivering little girl knocked on the church's entrance*

Amelia: "U-uhm...hello? M-mother Miranda?...oh Reverend m-mother..m-may I seek shelter in the church?.."

*she asked still shivering under her tattered clothes as she leaned onto the closed doors*

Amelia: "p-please..."

*she exclaimed once more before passing out due to the lack of warmth*

What a pathetic little tale you've spun.

...Amelia.

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Mother, how tall are you? Just curious, nothing else...

Foolish child.

My physical form is not bound by the confines of a single vessel - no matter how splendid.

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Ô Reverent Mother,

As a scholar myself, I am incredibly curious about your work. If I may humbly ask: do your followers ever make your work more difficult? Such as asking too much from you while you need to focus on your research? Or are they far enough beneath you that their struggles are beneath your notice?

Your ability to maintain composure as both a scientist and a priestess amazes me.

- 🦢

They are far enough beneath me that their struggles have ceased to exist.

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Mother Miranda, instead of 'Mother' can I call you 'Mommy'?

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Your lack of self-preservation is sickening.

A most unfit vessel for Eva.

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I hope you had a great Mother’s Day, mother Miranda :)

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Hi Mother Miranda! how are the kids?

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Alive, I presume.

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Mother miranda, what is your nationality? I had always assumed you were romanian. Although the lack of information about your last name confuses me (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

...What next? My favorite color?

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Hii Mother Miranda 😁

Can you give me claws too, Soo I can take out people hearts??? Pretty please 🥹

Persist in these childish whims, and you shall be the first to lose it.

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Divine Mother, you wear the most wonderful jewelry! To glimmer like gold befits one of your high station. It is a simple observation, I know - and yet it speaks to a well-honed taste. Would you accept offerings in the form of jewelry, were it to your standard? Praise be to the Black God!

Bring me the limb that wears it, and we shall see, child.

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Mother Miranda, do you know if Lady Dimitrescu is single? I cook, I clean, and I'm great with kids

...There is but one way to find out, isn’t there, child?

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Holy Mother Miranda, please allow me to be the very step beneath your feet...

And dirty my heels?