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OOC: I have one more blog to catch up on and then I’m going to be back here, I think-

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nifscientist‌:  

Okay, he was definitely not fond of other people in his laboratory. Her tentative question was met with almost immediate displeasure. She got the immediate sense that she was nothing more than a nuisance, and that part of her that was somewhat meekly intimidated by his demeanor and appearance urged her to shy away. But he was the person who would know about the things she was trying to do. 

“I’ll try to take up as little of your time as possible. You have more research into daemons than most other people here, that’s what I’m interested in. I understand that it’s spread by a form of protozoa, but there are still a lot of questions surrounding the later stages of the disease and how it has such a widespread change on the body. Do you know more of the details about the phase that is often associated with the so-called ‘vanishing sickness’?”

The fact the female had stayed as long as she had was a surprise to the male of whom was now allowing himself to pay more attention. Those of whom didn’t run off petrified were worth his attention, in the least; many times had he been scolded for not being more open with his research; “While I have done extensive work on Daemons and their occurrence, the majority of my research is neurologically based. The spreading of the disease is most certainly at the molecular level and the brain alters accordingly; much like humanity evolving, but far more quickly. it is akin to leukoencephalopathy in its early stages - but the later stages are still much a mystery.” He paused in his speaking to perch upon a high-stool, clasping scarred hands together; “My guess would be that the body is put into such a state that allows it to simply disintegrate into nary more than miasma - soaked in by the earth to rebuild in the twilight hours as daemon- But it is only mere presumption - hypothesis.”

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OOC: Getting to my single reply - I’ll get to starters over the next few days. It’s been a veyr busy week.

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sentences taken from kelly clarkson’s 2009 album, ALL I EVER WANTED. change pronouns as needed.

‘guess this means you’re sorry.’ 

‘and honestly, my life would suck without you.’ 

‘i know that i’ve got issues, but you’re pretty messed up too.’ 

‘this may not last, but this is now.’ 

‘if anyone asks, i’ll tell them that we’ve both just moved on.’ 

‘is this as hard as it gets?’ 

‘why won’t this just all go away?’ 

‘speaking up to you about my emotions has always been hard.’ 

‘this is gonna sound kind of silly, but i couldn’t help but notice…’ 

‘just don’t pretend that you’re into me.’ 

‘nice knowing you, but there’s the door.’ 

‘here comes the emptiness.’ 

‘all i ever wanted was you.’ 

‘your new beginning was a perfect ending.’ 

‘now all our memories, they’re haunted.’ 

‘it never would have worked out right.’ 

‘and everybody wants to be loved.’ 

‘i can tell how much you hate this.’ 

‘i wish i could save you.’ 

‘it’s gonna be alright.’ 

‘why did i turn away?’ 

‘is it too much to give a damn?’ 

‘was it all just a waste of time?’ 

‘i should have seen it coming.’ 

‘why’s everything got to be so intense with me?’ 

‘if i say ‘forget it’ i know that i’ll regret it.’ 

‘this lonely road’s becoming my new home.’ 

‘i haven’t cried in quite some time.’ 

‘i can’t seem to escape.’

‘you count on me just like how i count on you.’ 

‘no one else makes me smile.’ 

‘maybe no one told you, there is strength in your tears.’

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ahdynn‌:

“Am suddenly of an interference to your work? It’s very habitual for me.” Ardyn froze in his steps, but it was in more of a staged, a dramatic act. Offering a tone bit of a smile, he’d eye the scientist would seem bothered about his unannounced appearance. But what did he expect? The military had every intention of being persistent, as they they did to nose around in the fashions and matters that concerned them. Forgive his curious, yet a touch bit of annoying nature of hovering where he was not wanted. Though, he cared not of that now.

In silence did the scientist stare toward the male of whom had invaded his personal space, his laboratory, his kingdom. Interventions were detested, his silence had been destroyed, his work equilibrium smothered. Pale eyes scarcely moved in their fixated state; the words of which reached ears nary short of grating. “And your reasoning for being here?”  

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ooc: I will get to starters eventually; come Thursday when I have a day off. <3

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axgmented‌:

  she didnt like this. he was new, a fill-in; there’s a brick of iron that lays in her stomach as he searches for her syringes. everything is screaming for her to leave, to back up and run — reno could give her the shots, he’s done it before. she grits her teeth when he snaps that he doesn’t have her file – well what fucking good was he doing here? he claimed he wasn’t a doctor, not one in the medical profession and she nearly collapsed against the slab of metal she used to be strapped to in her youth. great, another scientist — like they really needed more of those around here.

    “ – nah, jus’..”

  her hand waved, pulling the blazer to rest of her arm, hand sliding into the silk lining of the pocket before her hand curls around the brass knuckles. its a failsafe, should anything happen or if this guy was like hojo – she really couldn’t deal with a zealot right now. she inhales slowly, jaw clenching as her head turned, crimson eyes narrowing at a square tile on the floor; just like so many times before — nothing on her stomach, nothing but water. her flesh trembles when the needle’s point makes contact and she inhales sharply when he goes to push past her flesh and into her vein.

curiosity got the better of her, allowing her gaze to travel from the floor to her administrator; she hates lab coats. rem doesn’t move, can’t bring herself too before she finds her voice amongst her internal terror. this whole scenario had the hairs on the nape of her neck lift, her instincts on high alert – fight or flight.

    “ – who’re you?”

There was no hesitation in slipping the pointed needle into the upper arm of the female in his company; gradually the shot administered as he had done before when dragged to do as he was told. Ruben detested such menial tasks; there were many others of whom could do such a task - teaching them would not take much, why take resources from elsewhere? His research was his life - he wasn’t going to change it for anything - he would not pose as a Doctor for many more times. “Ruben Victoriano.” He uttered his name, withdrawing the needle from the female’s arm, his other hand (far more scarred than the first) raising upward to press a small ball of cotton wool to the bleeding. “Neuroscientist.”  Reluctantly under the rule of ShinRa; it was a good and easy source of cadavers, in truth - t’was the only reason why he had agreed to the contract. He would research what they wished so long as he had time and all of the resources he wanted to do his own. A bitter world.  

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Small-Town Gothic Sentence Starters

Sentences that can work for a variety of situations, but inspired by the atmosphere of small town horror stories. 

“I haven’t seen your face around here. Who are you?” “You can’t go in there. No one is allowed in there.” “We don’t take kindly to trespassers.”  “If they catch you here, you’re dead.” “Nobody likes outsiders around here.” “There’s some things you just don’t ask questions about.” “Why is everyone giving me nasty stares?” “Whatever you do, don’t go wandering around after dark.” “Hi, where can I find the gas station? I need to get out of here.” “The people around here are really weird, aren’t they?” “You’re not welcome.” “Things were fine until people like you started showing up.” “This is the last stop for miles. You won’t find another motel.” “You can stay the night, but I suggest you leave before the sun comes up.” “I’ll show you where you’ll sleep. If you need anything, learn to live without it.” “So is everyone here in some kind of cult?” “I get an eerie feeling just walking around this place.”  “Sometimes when you see something you can’t explain, you just have to turn your head and ignore it.” “My neighbor got abducted by aliens once. That’s why he twitches.” “You probably shouldn’t drink the tap water.” “My car stalled out of town. Can I get a ride?” “I feel like some weird shit’s going on that no one talks about.” “Will someone please just explain what the hell is up with this place?” “God, I hate towns like these. It’s like being on another planet.” “You can drive to the next town, but it’s about two hours to get there.” “Why are there so many abandoned buildings?” “So why do you live here? You don’t seem like the other weirdos.” “This town’s got to have some good ghost stories, right?” “We haven’t had a visitor in a really long time.” “This town wasn’t even on the map.” “Do me a favor and be gone by morning.” “When you leave, please take me with you.”

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She’d never actually met Dr. Victoriano face to face. Celene had heard plenty about him in her years there, but she’d never seen him, let alone spoken to him. Indeed, there’d never been cause for her to before. Even now, it wasn’t her official work that drove him to step into his laboratory, but her own personal research. The man was an expert on daemons, and if she was ever going to get any farther with her own research, his expertise. 

But when he actually looked up at her, she found herself faltering slightly. He was… different than she’d been expecting. Celene cleared her throat, trying to scrape together her thoughts. “Um… my name is Dr. Haugen. I was hoping I could ask you a few questions about your research on daemons.”

Questions. Was she to be another vulture like Jimenez? Was she there just to agitate and distract? Ruben’s disposition was automatically one of negativity, especially toward others; sycophants, all of them. The male had not even glanced toward her yet and already had he drawn a metal picture fuelled by anger and hatred for all. He knew that falter - that surprise towards his appearance; ghostly eyes of which stared from betwixt pale skin and fierce scars. Oh yes, he stared directly at her as she continued to speak, his form apparently relaxed though his mind continued to roll over, forever thinking, forever working out. “Ask your questions-” Though he remained somewhat cautious and judging. He had a shipment of recent corpses coming in shortly, he wished not for his time to be wasted.   

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axgmented‌:  

  she hates coming down here. despises it. they’ve been running low on staff, on supplies, on safe houses — it’s turning to shit on the topside and the turks only have each other. rufus, he’s down for the count, at least that’s what tseng seems to think and elena…she’s healing up the best she can. her stomach knots when the elevator opens, and she just wants to shut the doors back and go up. she doesn’t want to be here; her heartbeat quickens, thumb and pointer finger rubbing together as she walks. in and out — it’d be over soon.

   " subject 14. weekly mako shot to be administered.“

  she hates how her number rolls off of her tongue, hates how she flinches back when the pen clatters to the floor and the echo sounds too loud in her ears. she bites down on the inside of her cheek, teeth nearly splitting through the tender flesh of her mouth. the pain receptors fire off, turning her panic into forced focus — just like the good ol’ days. she’s already shrugging out of her blazer, unbuttoning the cuff of her sleeve and rolling it up. she doesn’t like how this doctor feels — he’s new and she hopes he doesn’t screw up her dosage.

    ” s'in m'file.“

“I do not have your file.” No - he was a replacement for those of whom had been lost in recent confinement breaks - those of whom attempted far more than they were capable, breeding monstrosities they could not control. He was no such fool; they deserved their fate. “I am not a medical doctor-” Though he very well could have been given the sheer amount of knowledge he had regarding the human body; Ruben could perform complex surgeries if needed, he simply did not have the paperwork. He was a scientist. Already had he received the re-filled syringes of which were in named boxes; four he was to give, and any others should the two actually medically trained doctors fail to keep up. He hated slacking people when it came to timing; if something needed to be done - do it.  His bare feet continue to pace the flooring, the gloved upon his hands transparent thus the heavy scarring was not shrouded - much like the rest of him. His labcoat was worn over bare skin for the burn wounds were too extensive to allow for tight clothing very often lest he be uncomfortable; and the near silence of his bare feet against the sterile tiles was far better than the clinking of shoes. “Your dosage has been pre-examined.” In the least she needn’t worry about an overdose; everything had been sorted properly. Only when the syringe was in his hands did he pace closer, observing the female for the first time - subject 14. Such an apt name; much like his nickname. “I presume you need not a countdown or painkiller-”  

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@ahdynn  ||  Discovered the Scientist

“What?” His tone is short, impatient, the glare forced by his pale iris poised directly toward the Chancellor himself. Ruben was growing agitated by the constant interruptions from the Empire - they sought his mind as a Scientist and yet they disturbed him enough to mean he scarcely got down into the nitty gritty of his work - pulling apart and looking at reactions in people’s minds was not an easy feat. Why did they insist on bothering him?

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@nifscientist​  ||  Discovered the Scientist

Coffee did little to ease the agitations of which ran rampant through his veins - the steam of which rose up and became inhaled by nostrils bitter in scent and filled the sterile confines of his laboratory. Metal mortuary slabs situated in the middle were bare for once, all surfaces around the perimeter clean save for the odd piece of needed machinery; ready to begin another day, another thought, another discovery of which lead him forwards. But before his morning routine could begin he found himself disturbed and within an instant were the pale hues of his iris fixated on a female; “What do you want?” Seldom did he have visitors; be it because of his disposition, because of his appearance or because of his chosen research subject -.     

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@trashkingizunia  ||  Discovered the Scientist

“Why are you here?” It is perhaps not entirely well known that Ruben is the least approachable of the Scientists in Zegnautus Keep, but the others of whom resided and researched there certainly knew. Thus, when a face not belonging to those few of whom donned labcoats and white gloves, all hackles seemed to protrude, especially if one was to step into Ruben’s space. In silence from the corner did the male observe the apparent visitor, discomfort bubbling inside of his skin, his very nerves crawling with agitation. Disturbances had to carry a decent reason lest he become angry and agitated; his research should not be paused. “No visitors have been given access - so what do you want?” Bare feet paced across the sterile tiles, the torn bottom to his labcoat tousling around scarred legs and equally tattered dress pants.   

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axgmented Discovered the Scientist. 

In near silence did he pace the sterile tiles with bare feet - the air conditioning units dull whine proving to be the only noise coming from his domain for a number of moments before he knocks his pen off of a desk with his elbow and it’s clashing against the floor seems to pierce the very airwaves.   “Aberrant brain wave patterns observed in subject numbers 25 and 33, and now again in 55. The one common factor is a case history of dissociative identity disorder.” His voice sounded into a small device, recording all in which he would transcribe at a later date; time was running thin and he only had so long before his being would be forced into roles he cared little for. ShinRa were running short on medics and the remaining few of the scientists of whom were supposed to be researching into things that would benefit the population were dragged into administering Mako injections and things of the sort. Certainly, Ruben could perform brain surgery and would more than likely any other if needed - but that was besides the point. “And you?” He asked, his silhouette lingering near a doorway, knowing fully that few preferred to go to him for injuries or top-ups due to his demeanour and, well - appearance. “What are you here for?”      

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Who do you think you are? I know who you are, Seb.

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