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[drcharybdis]

kalvaria day one | @sccylla

pontius. a place of dreams and technology, the behemoth on the horizon that their old classmates and collegues once salivated over, the source of endless rumour and gossip. did you hear, dr paean was hired, did you hear, dr zerox was passed over, did you hear -

it’s a big boat. congrats.

perhaps the sneer that they tuck away is self-defense against the jealousy, at the numerous locked doors leading deeper that they know they don’t have access to. the science, the possibility, the labs and tech, right under their feet and utterly untouchable.

but the people onboard aren’t. scylla is hidden for the first half-day they’re onboard, but charybdis catches sight of them, just off the stage, during the opening speech. they stomach drops and their lungs squeeze and poseidon’s words drown out into static as they stare, silent, still.

blood and darkness, she must be happy.

perhaps, perhaps this was a bad idea. perhaps she shouldn’t have persuaded hades to bring her along this time, not made the comment about checking up on sis-thersander’s augments, on keeping an eye on thanatos’ arm, on monitoring nyx’s headaches. perhaps she shouldn’t have pushed, shouldn’t be here.

she only snaps out of it when scylla drops out of her line of sight, twists their way through the now-networking crowd to reach her. chary sneaks up from behind, slings an arm over her shoulders and smiles at whoever she was talking to, unapologetic and impatient. “ sorry, need to steal her for a second. ” the person walks away and charybdis drops their arm, spins scylla to tilt up the button with the holograph of their name and role. they yank at the button, pulling the fabric, feels their heart in their throat. “ biomedical engineer. congrats. ”

[drcharybdis]

her room | @sisyphhean

“ i cannot believe this. Fully shattered the couplings down in the - “ her voice turns to indecipherable mutters as she pokes at sisyphus’ skin, the augmentation impants being drawn out and laid in a line on her desk. she’s not gentle as she tilts his head, but the touch of the machine against his skin is delicate, as painless as it can be when the shape your face fits into is shifting.

“ all that fate-fucked work, for a bleeding masterpiece and you just. just got it punched like it wasn’t the fated hesoid. “ finally finished extracting the broken circuitry, she steps back, scrunches her nose. “ hmm. you haven’t been turning it off as often as i recommended, have you? “

[drcharybdis]

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