#Geoscientist

[justbegneiss]

What rock formation could this possibly be??

[higherentity]

[hadrianblackwaters]

Me writing this paper on the 1800's contracting earth theory: im impressed as hell, but wat da hell are u guys talkin about

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The association representing professional engineers in Alberta is appealing a court decision that would allow a company to use the term “software engineer” in job advertisements. Engineers are concerned about how the decision could lead to more unregulated use of the term “engineer.”

APEGA, the Association of Professional Engineers and Geoscientists of Alberta, filed the appeal on Friday after a Nov. 9 decision from Justice J.S. Little found using the term did not breach the act governing engineers in Alberta.

Full article

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[ardenrosegarden]

[cosmic-tuna]

Hi from another geology student. What is your specialty/interest area in geology? I can't figure it out. Mine is igneous petrology/geochemistry, particularly silica undersaturated rocks such as carbonatites. And I just get excited when you mention monazite and neodymium. You seem to have similar interest. But you hate mineral ID??

And what is your research on?

Mate your guess is as good as mine re my specality!!! I have spent the past few years researching mineral yield efficiency for zircon and other heavy minerals (GREAT for age dating, gold panning, probably REE mining, etc) but I wouldn't call it my specality.

The monazite is because of my mineralogy project! Ec-501, my sample, had suprise monazite in it. Ngl, it did fuck up some of my data because I was working on assumptipn regarding its location but SHRUG. Nd was also in the sample, but I am researching it a little with my mineral yield because it's great for digging out magnetic minerals and shavings from our rock crusher. (still on the fence about wet vs dry pulling tho)

I honestly don't know what my interest is? I like geology. I hate anything fluvial, but I don't have too much experience with any one area to say much. While I do like mineralogy and thought it would be my fit, there's a little too much heavy math involved? And I have a love hate relationship with min id.. Like... I enjoy doing it, I think, just not for a grade. And I'm way better with hand id versus thin sec, because the latter just has so many variables and I still don't fully understand slow vs fast ray or how to use the accessory plate or how to differentiate monazite and zircon.

Mostly I just like working in a lab with rocks, be it crushing them or grain picking or whatever. I'm hoping, post grad, to get a job as a lab rat for some company. I'm not fit enough for extensive field work, plus a lot of companies I have spoken to want to have someone who is willing to stay inside! (I had one company give me the info of their CEO and almost beg me to call him for a job because they desperately needed someone who would help the CEO on retainer wall design and yknow. stay. tf. inside.)

But tl;dr. I don't really know what my interest is, I'm just happy doing grunt work as long as I can stay inside. I do know my dislikes; fluvial geomorph is too difficult for me, certain aspects of mineralogy are difficult, and I'm not able to do field work. While there are things I do like, I'm still kind of searching for my big thing.

[streamlass]

I'm a human rain attractor. But nearly always only when it's inconvenient.

I can also tell you what way is north without thinking about it, except where the rocks are too full of iron.

They say everyone has a mundane superpower

Small things, little things, things you might not even notice if the circumstances aren't exactly right. Like, someone out there always manages to wake up right with the alarm. Someone never, ever sprains their ankle. Someone has never assumed there was one more step in the staircase. That kinda thing. Personally, I'm immune to the hazards of those giant retail mazes. like. I go to CostCo. I get my toilet paper or paper towels. I get my basil butter salmon. I eat my hot dog and chocolate chip cookie. I leave. I go to IKEA. I get my bookshelf. I glance at a few trinkets without leaving the path. I eat my meatballs and slice of Daim cake. I leave. I go to the Labyrinth. I fight the minotaur. I walk directly to the exit. I give Ariadne a hug. I eat my gyro and baklava. I leave. It's very simple, I'm very efficient, and you should always take me with you.

[orthoceras]

found an egg-shaped rock in my room while cleaning that I feel like I've never seen in my life and now I want to go at it with either a rock hammer and/or hcl to try to figure out what is. but then I would feel bad for potentially destroying the shape

[sakuraswordly]

Source: Geological Society of America

A team of geoscientists from the University of South Carolina and INTERA Incorporated, including GSA Members Alicia Wilson and Scott White, recently published research examining large-scale groundwater flow and diagenetic reactions in continental shelf sediments as an important contributor to major ion budgets in the ocean.

Their work was published in the journal Nature Communications, entitled, ‘Large-scale groundwater flow and sedimentary diagenesis in continental shelves influence marine chemical budgets.’ Learn more here: tinyurl.com/33vjavw6

[lilybug-02]

YOU'RE A GEOSCIENTIST?

Is that more of a "This is this type of rock" scientist or a "That's some funky mountains" kinda scientist?

Hahah geoscientists are not technically geologists. Geoscientists are a lot more broad in their field of study. Rock and soil morphology are definitely apart of it, but we also involve ourselves in biology, ecology, and Earth sciences.

[justbegneiss]

Another day in the lab! Going through the last two slides of crystals, and found this funky dude! Although he didn't contain any usable melt inclusions, he made me very happy. Doesnt he look like a waterbear?

[friedmagazinebouquet]

Geoscientists and geologists are the most people ever

My professor brought in crude oil last week for all of us to smell, and today he handed around some uranium

Incredible teaching, 10/10 would recommend

[primoredial-jade]

to you, 500 years from now.

" i wonder if you remember me as i was. sometimes, i think of those days. do you? " —dishonored

prompt: he wishes to see you again one day, in a world that is kinder for a soul as beautiful as yours.

pairing: neuvillette x gn!reader

cw: reincarnation alternate universe, heavy themes and depictions of death, neuvillette story quest spoilers, fontaine archon quest spoilers, a light-hearted scene sprinkled in, reader is an oceanid in their past life, reader is a geoscientist in their current life

as a part of @seraphiism's 2023 writing event 🤍 merry christmas!

500 years ago.

seldom did visitors grace the presence of the hydro dragon.

adorned with shimmering scales that reflected the hues of the deepest ocean, piercing violet eyes that sparkled like the shiniest amethysts, and hailed as one of the strongest sovereigns of the world– his reputation preceded him. thus, the hydro dragon chose to live in seclusion in the salacia plains.

time worked differently for a being such as him. in a momentary lapse, the hydro dragon had shut his eyes for what he thought was a brief respite, only to be roused by the gentle murmur of bubbling water. as his eyes fluttered open, he remained unaware that several years had slipped away during his tranquil slumber.

with seemingly no fear at being in the presence of the hydro dragon, a beautiful oceanid floated before him, blowing bubbles in his direction. twirling around him, the oceanid radiated a warmth that the hydro dragon could not resist. drawn by the mesmerizing glow of his scales, the oceanid came closer.

the hydro dragon sat up in his full form, extending his wings and towering over the oceanid, gauging its reaction. he knew he was terrifying like this. the oceanid did not flee in fear, rather, gazed up at him in amazement and wonder.

"what is your name?" the hydro dragon asks.

you offer it to him, easily.

days turned into nights into years as the hydro dragon finally had someone to call his companion. you followed him everywhere he went, offering him countless condessence crystals on your trips, "because it resembles your eyes."

with time, the hydro dragon had discovered a love that transcended ordinary within you.

fate, as cruel as it could be, had other plans. the heavenly principles had descended to wage war against the seven sovereigns. the hydro dragon urged you to stay away, to not get involved. yet, you refused, promising that you would never leave his side.

the heavenly principles, having sensed the unconventional bond between the hydro dragon and his oceanid, instantly killed you before the hydro dragon could even think to intervene. dying in his hands, you apologized.

"hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry," you murmur, placing one last condessence crystal in his palm.

filled with agony and rage, the hydro dragon unleashed his elemental fury upon the heavenly principles.

still, it wasn't enough. he couldn't save you, he couldn't avenge you, and now, he was to also perish by the hands of fate.

as he lay dying with the condessence crystal in his hand, he wishes to see you again one day. in a world that is kinder, and more forgiving for a soul as beautiful as yours.

500 years later.

the stars are keeping you up tonight.

ever since furina had given up her position as the hydro archon and the prophecy was deemed to be untrue, you had felt a shift within yourself that you could not really explain. when you had been enveloped by the water of the primordial sea, you had felt... at home. tranquil, even.

fontaine's winter festivities were in full swing, and the city's lights twinkle slow as children zip past you through the streets. red and green decorations are adorned on every wall and lamp post. you raise a hand to catch a delicate snowflake– rarely did snow ever reach fontaine, but it was a welcomed change for the season.

you shiver, pulling your coat closer to your neck. it was probably reckless to be out this late when the night was this chilly, but you just couldn't shake the feeling of having to be out here. something was pulling you here, but you didn't know what.

"good evening," a voice calls your name and you startle, hand over your heart. you turn to meet piercing violet eyes and an easygoing smile, one that you meet sheepishly.

"good evening, monsieur neuvillette," you answer, inadvertently straightening your posture.

"i thought it was you i saw..." neuvillette trails off, clearing his throat. he gestures up to the palais mermonia, quite a ways away. you tilt your head in bewilderment.

"you could see me from there?"

"well, not at first," he answers, lightly tapping his cane on the floor. "you could say it was instinct, perhaps. i cannot find the words to really explain it, but it had to be you."

you would be lying if you said that one of the reasons as to why you had felt so on edge since the flooding didn't have anything to do with neuvillette.

as a geoscientist investigator for the marechaussee phantom, most of your interactions in the past had been strictly professional in solving cases and exonerating or indicting those on stand. after the failed prophecy, neuvillette had begun to seek you out for casual conversation. of course, you welcomed it. you were easily drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

something about the way he had interacted with you since then with a longing gaze in his eyes had you feeling as if he knew something that you didn't.

it did not do any favors to your heart. he was a gorgeous man with a kind and respectful personality to boot.

you shouldn't get this excited about him finding you, but your blood thumping in your ears betrays you.

"ah- i see... it's funny you say that, because, well- likewise," you manage to say, flustered and feeling the urge to bolt on the spot.

neuvillette smiles at you, nodding toward the brightly lit street. "would you take a walk with me?"

speechless, you nod. what would fontaine think seeing you strolling around town with neuvillette this late at night, shoulders so close?

"there are a few stands around with festive goods and the likes. there's actually a..." you pause, a sudden memory making you laugh, "a water taste-testing booth made by your fanclub. would you want to check it out?"

neuvillette's eyebrows raise in amusement. "it would be my pleasure. i had not even been aware i harbored a fanclub."

you absentmindedly lean closer to his side, "well, you are quite popular among fontainians, monsieur neuvillette. many of them admire you for everything you have done for fontaine."

"and what about you?" his eyes meet yours expectantly.

you're caught off guard by his teasing. ears burning, you focus your attention on the path. "well, of course, i do too," you mumble. you can't see it, but he smiles.

a brightly lit booth in blue finally comes into view. its banner reads, "water around the world!" with a small, cute drawing of neuvillette's face in the corner.

"surely that's breaking a law in copyright infringement?" you joke.

"the oratrice would surely find them guilty," he nods, and you cannot suppress your laugh.

"hello, and welcome to- monsieur neuvillette?!" the teenager running the stand jumps out of her seat at the sight. she sputters, waving her hands around frantically. "it- it's so nice to see you, monsieur! are you interested in trying out some of the water we've collected?" her outburst spawns members of neuvillette's fanclub whispering excitedly behind her, to your amusement.

"i would be delighted to, along with my companion, if you would be so kind." he gestures to you, and it is only now that the fanclub seems to notice you. a few of them audibly gasp, and you already feel the dread of having your name front and center on the steambird come tomorrow morning. "monsieur neuvillette and the esteemed geoscientist: on a late-night excursion?"

they're quick to place multiple cups of water in front of you. respectively labeled cider lake, samudra coast, dadaupa gorge, sal terrae, and the suigetsu pool. neuvillette takes the one from cider lake, swirling it, and taking a leisurely sip not unlike wine. he hums, encouraging you to take your sip as well.

as you go down the line, truthfully you cannot tell much difference between them all. but, your heart warms seeing neuvillette take this very seriously, to the delight of his fanclub.

"did you like them?" you ask as you both depart from the booth, truly curious.

neuvillette nods, a smile on his face. "they all tasted quite fresh."

you cannot repress your own grin at his honesty. "i'm glad, monsieur neuvillette."

as the snow gets heavier and the night turns darker, booths begin to shut their lights down with people scurrying back to their abodes. you get the occasional double take at being with the chief justice, of course.

you watch neuvillette as he slows to a stop to stare up into the sky. delicate snowflakes fall into his long hair and eyelashes, and yet he seems completely unbothered by the cold. he's beautiful.

you heart suddenly aches in a way that feels like the breath has totally escaped you. the feeling is so unknown that you wonder if this moment is even real at all.

you'd had nightmares about it that you didn't dare tell a soul, of how you had died once. it was impossible- unfathomable.

but if it was, then how could you vividly remember in your last moments the feeling of being held by warm, protective hands?

neuvillette is already looking at you when you come to, like he knows.

"maybe we should call it a night." your voice is thinned.

neuvillette takes a step closer. "may i?"

you can only nod, breath hitching. he's standing closer than how he usually allows himself to be. you move, but one of his hands lift to gently cup your cheeks.

instantly, tears begin to well up in your eyes. his touch feels so familiar. "i'm sorry," you whisper.

with his free hand, neuvillette unclips the brooch at his neck and places it in your hand. seeing it up this close, your eyes widen.

"this is a condessence crystal."

neuvillette's eyes meet your own. he closes both of your hands around the crystal, and you see white.

"what is your name?"

"it resembles your eyes."

"i love you."

"i won't ever leave your side."

"don't leave me by myself."

"hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry."

your knees suddenly grow weak, but neuvillette is quick to catch you.

your mind is running at a thousand miles a minute, swirling with questions that repeat themselves in your head, what is wrong with you, what is wrong with him, what is wrong with fate.

"so it is real," he finally says, eyes so solemn yet relieved. his words, resolute and cutting, make you still.

"i– what is?"

"us."

you didn't realize that you needed to hear it from him to finally understand. his eyes are darting across your face, trying to get a read on your expression.

"ever since i was given my authority back on the day of the prophecy, i remembered everything of our past life together, traversing across the seas of the teyvat," he explains, thumbing a stray tear that escaped your eye.

“for a long time, i wondered why i had this when i was reborn into this form,” he squeezes your hand with the condessence crystal, “and then it all made sense.”

"i remember now too," you say, "neuvillette, i remember."

this world is much kinder for a soul that is as beautiful as yours.

"would you give it a chance?" he asks.

"why, neuvillette?"

"because i know," his beautiful eyes don't falter from your own. "i know of the one life i spent where i lost you."

the chill that runs up your spine is not from the cold.

"and now, i have finally found you again."

you don't know who moves first, but his lips are on yours in the next breath you take. you are anguished, confused, happy, at peace.

even in the snow and the pretty lights, all you can see is him.

[littleastrobleme]

Hey did y'all know that there's an awesome online catalog of polar maps that are super detailed?

As well as this (slightly complicated) USGS tool that will provide things like historical aerial photographs of locations of your choosing, including Antarctica (the Antarctic Single Frames criteria under Data Sets has a lot of great aerial photographs).

So if you're wanting to explore locations in detail, I suggest these! (courtesy of my geoscientist best friend)

Go forth! Have fun! :)

[darkmaga-returns]

Dr. Willie Soon is an American astrophysicist and geoscientist.  He is a co-team leader at CERES Science and is a leading authority on the relationship between solar phenomena and global climate.  For more than 32 years he has been studying the Sun-Earth relations in terms of not only meteorology and climate but also in terms of orbital dynamics of Sun-Earth-other planets interactions, magmatic (volcanoes) and tectonic (earthquakes) activities.

In a recent video, he explored the claim that sea levels are rising.  He begins with the lost city of Atlantis which was “consumed by waves and a serious case of global warming.”  Is this the truth or myth? he asks.  “Well, there’s only one way to find out …” and began his “time-travelling” journey.

Naughty time-traveller Dr. Soon visited Atlantis and other places where well-known events happened in the past.  During his travels, he explodes the climate alarmists’ claptrap about sea levels. 

He also explains why sea levels rise and fall and why sea levels are the lowest they’ve been in 500 million years.

“The sea level alarm is another bit of un-scientific fear-mongering!” he said.

The video below is not only a fun way to share the facts with other adults but it’s a great video to watch with your children and grandchildren as well.

[lilith0fthevalley]

Now Showing... The Valdebos Tapes

The Blair Witch Project AU!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader x The Blair Witch Project AU!Jack Krauser

Content Warning: This story is a horror narrative told through found-footage-style transcripts and third-person vignettes. It contains psychological horror, supernatural/paranormal themes, off-screen violence, abduction, restraint imagery, and unsettling ritualistic elements. Readers should be advised that the tone is intense, immersive, and meant to evoke a creeping sense of dread. The fic also includes moments of helplessness, gaslighting, and eerie, cult-adjacent behavior. Please proceed with care if these themes may be distressing.

And as always… Reader discretion is advised.  Word Count: 2257

Event Poster Back of Case Summary Event Masterlist

Tape # 1 :

“Is… Is this thing on? Ah! I think it’s working! Ahem… Hello world! My name is Doctor Y/N L/N, I am the head Paleontologist and assistant head Geoscientist at the University of Massachusetts, where this film is being shown, and I am… So incredibly pleased to be able to bring you along on my trip to a little region tucked away in Spain named Valdebos.” The doctor starts to stand and start to pace, using one hand to hold the camera while speaking and emoting with the other. “See, an anonymous donor was recently so kind as to give the Geoscience and Paleontology departments with samples of a special amber-like specimens that could have a forming date that falls during the Neolithic age. How exciting is that?!” 

Her eyes glitter. “That being said, while my colleagues are hard at work dissecting and hopefully studying the wonderful organisms in your classes, I am off to try to make contact with the inhabitants to see if they can share a bit of history about the model.”

She waves at the camera, a warm smile donned on her face as the tape ends. 

–End of Tape–

Spain – Office of Received Guests

Date: October 20th, 2004

“Doctor… L/N?” A man calls out and looks around. He’s tall with a head of curly brown hair and an ash gray dress shirt tucked into maroon fitted trousers. You raise your hand and smile, bouncing over. “Me! That’s me. Hi…” You greet with a nod of your head. As you settle before the man, you adjust your bag. The words spill from your lips. 

“I’m the head Paleontologist at the University of Massachusetts, and recently we were gifted with a donation of some Neolithic aged samples listed to be from Valdeb-” “I’m sorry, Doctor L/N. I cannot help you.” The man says swiftly and shakes his head. You blink and stammer, scrambling to follow him as he turns to walk away from you.

This is your life’s work… To be turned away now would be… It would be unacceptable! “Wh- Well hang on! Can I at least know why? Do you know something, anything about the location the samples were extracted from?!” You cry out, desperately and catch the sleeve of his charcoal button up. 

He turns to you with an odd look in his warm brown eyes, eyebrows pinched together, and sighs. “... Doctor… I implore you… If you truly have samples of anything from…” He lowers his voice. “...From… Valdebos… I strongly advise, hell, I would even say I beg you to lock it away. Destroy it. Never examine them… For your safety, and for the safety of your team…” The Spaniard says stiffly before pulling from your grip with a graceful turn, and striding down the hall he came from. 

As you watch him retreat, shaking his head and running a hand through the brunette curls, your shoulders slump. 

‘…So much for that idea…’

From behind you, a throat clears. “So I 'ear you’re sniffin’ 'round for help findin’ them cursed isles o’ Valdebos, eh?” A masculine, accent tinged voice that sounds particularly out of place, offers suavely. You whirl around and face the speaker, only to be met with a newspaper acting as a barrier between you and your perceived blessing. “I am! Can you help me?” The figure chuckles and turns a page in the paper. 

“I can toss ya a fair bit o’ help, I can… no coin needed, mind ya!” He replies, tone smoothing out into something warmer. Something welcoming. You can feel your spirits rise once more as a look of relief and optimism permeates your features. “I-I would appreciate that… Thank you.”

“O’ course! Think of it as a lil’ favour fer an ol’ customer, eh?” The man chuckles with boisterous laughter. As he recovers, he continues. 

“Though, I can't tell you here… too many bleedin’ eyes and twitchin’ ears lurkin’ about…” You nod and look around subtly, trying to locate the alluded to surveillance. 

“Oh, and can I ask….” You start, looking back at the newspaper concealing your new ally. 

“Do you mind if I record our conversation? For the department, and my students, and my records…” 

The newspaper finally lowers and a hooded head with a purple bandana obscuring the lower half of his face meets your curious gaze.  “...By all means, step right in, make yerself comfy-like…”

~~~

Tape # 2 :

The video comes at the sight of Doctor L/N adjusting the video camera on a glass table, her tongue pokes out of her lip as she concentrates. 

“Ok. I think… We’re all set…” She muses softly and clears her throat, adjusting in her seat. 

It looks like she’s sitting outside of a cafe. The frame may only be pointed at her, but based on her body language, someone else is present… “Thank you so much for helping me out. You really are a lifesaver Mister…?” As her eyes flit up to the figure across from her, a masculine voice tinged with a loosely recognizable cockney accent speaks up. “...Er... just call me Mister Mercier, if it pleases ya…” The unseen man stammers, as if he had forgotten his own name. Doctor L/N nods and poses her pen over a notepad. “So, you say you can help me find information about Valdebos, Mr. Mercier… What can you tell me?” She posits. The man chuckles and there’s the sound of shuffling behind the camera, like he’s going through a bag. 

“This were given to me, it were. Scribbled full o’ me own notes from loiterin’ 'round that blasted isle…” A hand with black, fingerless gloves slides a small, leather booklet with a tall map looking paper folded up between the pages. “Everythin’ yer little heart’s yearnin’ for—and then some—is scratched in that there journal.” Mr. Mercier continues. “I see… And you don’t mind if I take copies or pictures of the-” The paleontologist is cut off by a burst of laughter from the man, before it devolves into a fit of coughing. Doctor Y/N’s eyes widen as she reaches a hand out to offer help, but he stops her. 

“Nah nah, don’t get all jittery—just a wee nasty bug crawlin’ about, nothin’ worth screamin’ over.” He rasps out and clears his throat.

“Take it, it’s yers now. I’ve done me fair share o’ stompin’ 'round Valdebos… more than any sane soul oughta.” He chuckles weakly. The young doctor nods and her expression relaxes just barely. “... Th-thank you…” She whispers, the sentiment barely picked up by the microphone. A finger of Mr. Mercier points at the booklet. 

“That map’s got a path, clear as day. Stay on it, I’m tellin’ ya. Don’t go wanderin', Doctor—don’t you dare stray, not even a toe…” He takes in a sharp breath of air.

“Can I at least know why? Is there anyone there I’ll be speaking to-” Her words are cut off by another fit of coughs as the man just points at the leather bound journal. Some sort of red stain litters his worn black gloves. “Stick to the path. Don’t let that nose o’ yours drag your brains off course. Don’t chat with no one. And if you ‘ear chantin’… leg it. Fast.”

–End of Tape–

Spain – Valdebos Islands

Date: October 21st, 2004

The cold, salty air whipped your hair around as you fixed the lens cap over the camera. It’s surprisingly strong, but not enough to stop you from filming another successful tape. Pride swells in your chest as you mentally count the number of recordings you’ve made. You are nothing if not dedicated to your occupation as a professor for your students. Hell, you’ve bent over backwards to connect them to opportunities that would bolster their love for your taught topics, and this trip had the same exact intention woven through it. ‘God, I can’t wait to show them what achievements dedication to our work gets…’  You sigh dreamily, a soft, blissful smile on your face, before you shake your head, refocusing on the goals at hand. You double check the security of the dirt samples and with a satisfied nod, close your pack back up to peruse your map once more. 

The moment you unfold it. A strong wind pulls it from your weak, half-hearted grip and off over one of the offshooting paths… “No!!” You cry out in surprise and make haste to follow the fluttering chart. 

Your eyes are locked on the paper as you absently maneuver over the piles of rubble and discarded materials that are haphazardly strewn about the main island. “Dammit!! Come back here!!” You scold the paper as it seems to taunt you, lulling for a moment, fluttering down close enough that you believe you’ll have it this time… Before a new burst of wind rips it from your grasp. 

You’re sure this is a cruel joke…

As it lowers again, you decide to make use of the mounds of stone and… whatever else, climbing it with a burst of adrenaline and leaping into the air…

Your hands grip the map and you let out a satisfied  “Gotcha!!” Before descending with no modicum of grace, onto the fracture-laden stone floor. Sharp pants are drawn into your lungs as a humorless laugh leaves your lips and you push a mess of hair out of your face. As you pull yourself to sit, you look around to see you’ve found a sort of… amphitheatre. In the back-center of the stage, a rectangular, brilliantly carded blackstone structure looms. Despite its weathered exterior, it still looks elegant, oozing with a sort of… reverence-demanding air. “Where could I be…?” You muse out as you open your map. The telltale signs of your full focus being turned to the drawn trials that Mr. Mercier gifted you surface; Bottom lip sucked between your teeth, furrowed eyebrows, a pensive pinch of your chin and soft clicks of your tongue as inquisitive eyes darted about the worn guide. 

It really is a weakness of yours… Turning your whole attention to deducing your location… 

A weakness exploited by the pair of creatures that leer down at your unassuming, unaware form. 

With an acknowledging nod to each other, they pounce.

~~~

Tape # ? :

“My my, Miss Doctor… I thought I told my dear merchant friend to tell you to stay on the paths I marked for you…” A cold and yet smooth voice coos. A hand obscures the view of the camera as it’s moved around. In the background, the sound of muffled crying and movement can be picked up. The figure covering the lens places down the camera on an unknown surface and positions it until he lets out a satisfied hum. 

The sight of an altar is in frame, Y/N’s gagged and bound form on top of the degrading stone. She kicks and pulls at the restraints, but they hold firm. “She’s struggling.” A gravelly voice snarls. The initial man laughs, a sound deep and sweet if not twisted “Well, of course she is, my old friend. She’s a scared little lamb…” A mutated, clawed hand, belonging to the man-or creature-holding the camera, brushes the back of its knuckles against Doctor L/N’s tear streaked cheeks. She flinches away from the touch and lets out a broken sob, squeezing her eyes shut. 

“Was it worth it, Miss Doctor?” The first man purrs. In the corner of the frame, you can see plump, baby pink lips that lean down to the restrained doctor’s forehead. They pull into a cruel smile as she forces her eyes open to look up at the man. He rounds the ledge the camera is on so that his back is to the camera. A dirty blonde man with a broad back and shoulders. Built, and yet… lithe. A navy compression shirt hides the ripple of his muscles as he moves. He would be considered attractive… If it wasn’t for the razor sharp claws adorning his hands and forearms, marring the flesh with a sickly charcoal hue, or if a glossy, onyx scorpion tail, scaled up for use, wasn't piercing through the flesh of his lower back… “Was your lust for knowledge worth sacrifice?” He chuckles. 

A second creature resembling a mutated humanoid with claws and features akin to a bug pounces into view. He’s tall, muscular, wearing a red beret on top of his platinum blonde hair. He crosses his carved arms over his bare chest and clicks his tongue. 

Both men are littered with inky veins, spidering around under their flesh. The lines seem to pulse and contract with every move made… “You little researchers… Always saying you’ll sacrifice anything for the sake of your work…” He rasps out, scarred lip pulling into a derisive smirk. “Does that include your freedom, Miss Doctor…?” The first man coos as Doctor L/N’s cries intensify, a fresh wave of tears pouring down her cheeks. “Ohhh, none of that… Come on now…” The dirty blond muses with mock comfort, using a clawed finger to brush away her tears, before gripping her cheeks and holding her head up uncomfortably. 

“You were all smiles and sunshine in your first tape… So go on… Do what you do so well…” He whispers as the bulkier man unties one of the wrist bindings around the Doctor’s wrists, gripping the thin, bony joint tightly, shaking it in a mocking action at the camera. 

The dirty blonde turns to the camera and offers it a boyish, charming smile.

“Smile and wave…”

–End of Tape– ~~~

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