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Yurie in any AU would be either highly invested researcher or scientist seeking truths - even if methods were questionable - as the high believe is - we must evolve or achieve higher understanding.

So science feat rituals everyone.

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Quality time with partner / date: do experiments on yourself while you trust them to take care of you.

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Look at the calendar. It is the Sacred Sunday.

Handful may know her office door is open - just knock once, then two times faster.

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She puts the book away, and gestures to come closer.

Go on, tell her your woes, religious struggles - or ask relief from symptoms, she may hold and stroke your head.

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They think she lives like in convent and she prefers to blend in background.

But damn does she give attention to someone attracted to.

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You’re having an autopsy and someone pulls out camera and tells you to pose for it

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Wife

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WHICH OF MY FAVOURITE SPECIFIC CHARACTER ARCHETYPES ARE YOU?

the Prophet-Martyr.

Someone representing something divine. Eyes fixed above everyone else's, on something too great for words. A person with a heart aflame, and a distant sort of kindness to everyone, a person who'd trade everything simply to understand.

tagged by: @through-fire-and-flame (thank you so much!) tagging: anyone who hasn't, yet!

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Wouldn't need to lean a cane for support but it has certainly become a habit. Also while she sits, she may hold both hands on top of it. Kind of like when people put more weight on that one leg instead of balancing both.

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@confessthysiins continued x

Behind the mask, eyes narrow slightly. Of course, Yurie couldn't see the features of his face. But she could sense him, his essence. Hear his voice.

She could agree, it was familiar, from somewhere. Hands lift to undo the mask. And as she does, she reveals her aged appearance. The formerly bright eyes of a determined young mind, now worn out by countless insomniac nights. Still, those eyes hadn't lost the determination and ambition of her goals.

"...maybe", she answers, placing the mask underneath her arm, taking couple of steps closer. Now, they could see each other, equally. Eye to eye.

" I assume, if you are familiar with academic circles, or at least, in someway acquainted by them..." She smiles, in a way that hinted she now has, perhaps, recalled something. " Are you interested in books, perhaps?"

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Yurie is like looking 80% of time at feminine and 20% at masculine beauty

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Anatomical Venus

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She stares quietly in waiting. Wondering when her curious companion will return to her.

Steps of heels echo through halls. The scholar returns with scrolls, neatly piled over her arm, supported by other. It takes a while, before the masked face lifts up - turning her veiled visage towards the visitor in waiting.

" Helena." She stops., sensing the familiar aura in her presence. It had been time since Yurie's departure for the knowledge. " You returned to see me, how pleasant. " the scrolls are placed down, on one of the long tables. " Are you in need of something?"

Company was always welcome - and the resources, she now had some to spare. || @derjaegermond

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something silly to decompress my brain

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Experiments on samples ✓

Experiments on living beings ✓

Experiments on other people ✓

Experiments on yourself ✓

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Yurie, the Last Scholar   #bloodborne