#⠀ ˴ ⠀⠀ featuring⠀⠀⠀ ∶⠀⠀⠀ sabine ‎ & ‎ mina .

[pvregold]

               wrath  boils,  boils,  boils  inside  of  her,  she’s  an  active  volcano  ready  to  erupt.  she  can’t  stand  the  sight  in  front  of  her,  yet  she’s  unable  to  tear  her  eyes  away.  mina  is  like  a  magnet  to  her  core  engulfed  in  iron,  and  no  matter  how  much  sabine  tries  to  resist  it,  she’s  there  nonetheless,  feet  glued  to  the  ground  that  still  spins  after  their  journey.  she  can  see  her  rage  mirrored  and  a  smirk  paints  her  features,  satisfied,  heartbeat  galloping  madly  between  her  lungs  as  she  approaches,  as  she  counters  back  and  her  smirk  is  replaced  by  a  scowl  and  a  scoff.                “  god,  mina,  get  the  fuck  over  it,  ”     it’s  on  her,  she  knows,  the  way  things  had  developed,  but  she  wasn’t  the  one  that  kept  them  that  way,  her  fury  is  nothing  but  an  answer  to  mina’s  hatred,  to  her  irritating  presence.     “  i  was  having  a  bad  day,  you  paid  for  it,  end  of  the  story.  will  you  ever  learn  to  fuckin  cope ?  ”     sabine  fists  her  hands,  clenching  and  unclenching,  knuckles  white  and  jaw  tense.  she  closes  the  distance,  almost  breathing  upon  mina’s  lips,  because  there  is  something  unexplainable  that  beckons  her  to  the  silver - haired  woman.  she’s  so  close  mina’s  perfume  invades  her,  making  her  mouth  water,  and  she  doesn’t  know  what  would’ve  happened  next  because  whatever  it  was,  it  gets  interrupted  by  the  alert  that  wakes  her  up  from  her  enraged  state,  snapping  her  out  of  it  with  a  slap  of  reality.     “  what  the  hell ?  ”     she  whispers,  and  looks  at  mina  with  worry  hidden  under  a  layer  of  bewilderment. 

she  can  hardly  stand  her  —  her  ,  and  how  her  eyes  drift  towards  sabine  as  they  move  simultaneously  together  under  the  heavy  weight  of  their  silence  which  seems  to  simmer  between  them  .  how  ridiculous  it  is  ,  to  be  put  together  and  to  work  like  this  in  stony  silence  or  explosives  flung  at  one  another  from  behind  full  lips  —  to  do  this  again  and  again  ,  as  though  it  won't  end  in  disaster  .  her  fists  clench  ,  fingernails  long  and  sharp  ,  digging  into  the  pale  ,  tender  flesh  ;  the  more  she  complains  ,  the  more  her  words  barb  ,  mina's  skin  heats  and  she  can  only  stalk  ahead  ,  a  fury  dressed  in  black  .  her  lips  bear  in  the  formation  of  a  grin  ,  not  bothering  to  jibe  back  because  it's  true  —  when  this  woman  is  nearby  mina  is  as  cold  as  they  come  ,  a  fucking  bitch  as  sabine  would  put  it  .

home  ,  she  rolls  her  shoulders  ,  her  neck  ,  muscles  pained  as  she  weakens  beneath  the  portals  thrust  open  to  get  them  home  .  mina  has  long  grown  used  to  the  toll  it  takes  ,  the  stomach  churning  nausea  of  running  from  one  location  to  the  next  within  a  matter  of  seconds  ;  something  seething  and  hideous  inside  of  her  is  pleased  to  know  it  affects  sabine  still  .  she  turns  ,  chin  tilting  to  meet  her  gaze  as  she  comes  closer  ,  unflinching  though  her  stomach  heats  and  expands  ,  and  she  wants  only  to  growl  at  herself  to  calm  down  .  “  do  you  do  anything  but  complain  ?  ”  her  voice  is  steady  ,  low  and  controlled  beneath  the  all  consuming  everything  she  feels  when  sabine  is  near  .  she's  close  ,  too  close  for  comfort  and  she  finds  herself  leaning  into  it  despite  the  fact  that  she  knows  better  .  “  you  set  the  tone  the  day  we  met  ,  sabine  .  and  you  are  nothing  resembling  a  ball  of  sunshine  yourself  .  ”  her  voice  is  hard  as  the  eyes  resting  upon  her  ,  narrowing  slightly  ,  begging  her  to  come  closer  still  .  “  so  are  you  going  to  quit  bitching  and  help  me  get  through  these  files  ,  or  are  you  going  to  get  the  fuck  out  of  my  house  with  that  attitude  ?  ”

[lachesis-games]

Character Appearances:

Castor Riley:

Facial structure largely dependent on the player

6'3" or 191 cm

Black hair

Swimmer's body, broad shoulders

Notable Feature: Vertical scar from left mid-cheek to just below the jaw

Sabine Kishitani:

Mixed Asian descent

Bronze skin

5'7" or 170 cm

Mid-back level, straight black hair; Amber eyes

Natural hourglass figure

Notable Feature: Eye patch

Jessica Halliday:

Caucasian descent

Lightly tanned skin

5'3" or 160 cm

Just past shoulders, blonde wavy hair; Baby blue eyes

Pear shaped figure

Notable Feature: Freckles across the nose, nose piercing

Mina Damiano:

Italian descent

Olive skin

5'5" or 165 cm

Long, straight brown hair; Mossy green eyes

Thin, bony figure

Notable Feature: Under eye bags

Matthias Pedersen:

Nordic descent

Pale skin

6'0" or 183 cm

Light blonde hair; Dark gray eyes

Lean, athletic figure

Notable Feature: None

[hearts4-robin]

featuring. Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Tanaka Ryuu, Tsukishima Kei, Tetsuro Kuroo, Kotaro Bokuto, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer, Reiner Braun, Hange Zoë, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Mina Ashido, Katsuki Bakugo, Kirishima Eijiro, Hanta Sero

✦﹕hey, its self-shipping time because im selfish!!!﹒🎤﹒

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!!

Kiyoomi Sakusa + Robin = Sabin

Miya Atsumu + Robin = Robumu

Tanaka Ryuu + Robin = Tabin

Kei Tsukishima + Robin = Tsukibin

Tetsuro Kuroo + Robin = Roroo

Kotaro Bokuto + Robin = Bobin

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

Levi Ackerman + Robin = Lebin

Connie Springer + Robin = Ronnie

Reiner Braun + Robin = Reibin

Hange Zoë + Robin = Hanbin

Mikasa Ackerman + Robin = Rokasa

Jean Kirstein + Robin = Jeabin

𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

Mina Ashido + Robin = Mibin

Katsuki Bakugo + Robin = Katsbin

Kirishima Eijiro + Robin = Robishima

Hanta Sero + Robin = Seobin

Shōta Aizawa + Robin = Rizawa

Shinso Hitoshi + Shibin

[twilightofthe]

For the Star Wars questions- 16 & 19. :)

Thank you!!! (y’all this got ridiculously long for two damn questions lol)

Send me a number and i’ll tell u my fave/least fave:

16. Book/Comic (Aight, so I’m actually not a huge comic reader in general, most of my comic knowledge comes from other fans on here posting about them, so this is gonna be mainly book-focused)

FAVE:  Welllllll, since I’m literally incapable of narrowing down my favorite anythings, I’m gonna do faves for both canon and EU novels.  

Canon-wise, it’s a tie beween A New Dawn and Ahsoka.  I know I don’t post about them as much on here, but I truly have a super soft spot for Kanera and Kanan and Hera’s characters, they’re just so GOOD and I love themmmmm aaaaaaaaa.  You get super good insights to how Kanan was running wild and traumatized and trying to repress everything and how Hera was a little naïve but still tough as nails and she had a dream and she was going to make it happen or so help her, ugh I just love how the story showed how they’re strongest as a team working together and I just love character dynamics where the two are so obviously married and kinda snark at each other sometimes but they have each other’s backs through everything and know each other like the back of their hands and uggghhhh this is just such a healthy good ship and such a good book.  The Ahsoka novel is just fantastic all on its own because it shows Ahsoka as a young adult, kinda floundering and lost in this new world, full of guilt over what happened with Anakin and the Order, trying to do what she can to help people and just enduring because she’s a survivor, she was raised (by two argumentative, adoptive parents who love her very much SO SAYETH THE BOOK) to be a survivor and handle herself, but that doesn’t mean she’s not lonely as all hell.  And oof I just fucking adore Kaeden Larte and her relationship with Ahsoka (who absolutely comes back and marries her once the war is over oh yes) and her relationship with Miara and ugh just all of it is A+++++.  E.K. Johnston is just an amazing author in general and her other book, Queen’s Shadow is one of my two canon runner ups because I am in love with her Sabé and her Padmé.  Other canon runner up is A Certain Point Of View, if only for the “Time of Death” chapter.  Don’t get me wrong, the rest of it is also fantastic, but oh god it kills me DEAD OBI WAN DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER AND I CRY I REALLY CRY

EU-wise (oh god, I haven’t even gotten to least-faves yet), it has to be the Revenge of the Sith novelization.  Without a question.  Y’all it’s SO FUCKIN’ good, and in my personal opinion should be considerrred canonnnnnn (look I think the reason they gave for excluding it is that there’s no mention of Ahsoka or Rex or Mandalore or any of the stuff that happened literally the day before which is valid, but I counterpoint that Anakin is a mess with A Lot Going On At The Moment, he could have just forgot?  He forgets most of his morals, all of his common sense, and three of his limbs by the end of the story, Snips could have just slipped his mind! xD).  Anyway, besides the fact that it’s like 99% written in Obikin-colored glasses which really just makes me happy as a person because I love it being acknowledged just how important they are to each other, it really offers a deeper insight INSIDE the chaos going on in Anakin’s head, the mess, just why he falls so quickly and so awfully.  I love it gives the Padmé plot that got cut on screen some validity.  The beautiful beginning and the goddam introductions to Anakin Skywalker and Obi Wan Kenobi are just A++++++++++++++ and oof other people can more accurately describe just how good this book is, but I love it a Big Lot ok?

LEAST FAVE:  Okey doke, here we go....  So firstly for canon, I’m not the biggest fan of how Claudia Grey writes Leia’s character.  She’s a wonderful storyteller and I love her worldbuilding, but just the way she characterizes Leia herself never felt... right, ya know?  Idk, I can’t really explain it, but it makes it difficult for me to enjoy her Leia novelsWarning right now that this is a VERY unpopular opinion and my opinion alone, please do not yell at me!  So as skilled and admired an author Timothy Zahn is, I don’t like the Thrawn books.  I’m sorry, I don’t.  To me, Thrawn is just.... ok so he’s like BBC!Sherlock but in space.  The plot makes a big deal about how “oooh cool and intelligent and Literally Better Than Everyone Else” Thrawn is, but the only way they really show his “cleverness” is by either him solving problems by pulling together information that literally no one but the writer knows and then acting like it was oh so obvious and in front of everyone OR, the story dumbs down other characters to make him look smart.  And maybe it was because the one Thrawn book goes after Anakin/Vader in particular to do the latter is what kinda ticked me off on Thrawn books in general, but y’all, it really ticked me off, because Anakin is like the lowest hanging fruit for an author to pick to make their character look good in comparison, and therefore it is done All The Time (LOOKING AT YOU, CLONE WARS), which I think is lazy and an insult to Anakin’s character.  Look, I am fully aware Anakin Skywalker is a dolt to the highest degree sometimes, but he is ALSO A GENIUS.  He is SMART.  IT IS CANON THAT HE IS SMART.  So when the Thrawn book has Thrawn constantly one-upping Anakin The Useless Doofus (and Padmé a bit!!!) and then doing it again once he meets him as Vader, that just makes me hmmmm.

The canon comics are actually gonna be featured on the list here a bit because if y’all don’t already know my hatred for That One Particular Vader Comic (not the rest of the series run as I have not read it and from what I hear, it’s excellent and I’d probs like it a lot) doing the implication in a dream sequence where it says that Palpatine used the Dark Side to impregnate Shmi and create Anakin, well I HATE IT.  Look, I know the plot was literally about Sidious trying to mess with Vader’s head and that dream shouldn’t be trusted, but it fooled all the fans too and now like 60% of Star Wars fans actually believe Sidious fathered Anakin and I am so damn tired of hearing about that.  Yeah, now that Reylo is canon, that comic’s authors are trying to do damage control by saying that no, Sidious isn’t Anakin’s father and Rey and Ben are not second cousins, but they’re still being mysterious about it and “oh well it COULD be this--” so now there’s just more fans who are digging into that theory just because they don’t like Reylo and I don’t really care for the ship either but I really HATE the entire “Born of the Dark” concept for reasons I can explain more separately, so I’m pissy at that particular comic for spawning it.  I know it’s petty but I do.

EU-wise, well, this is gonna be unpopular too, cuz I haven’t read most of the EU stuff, and from what I’ve heard of it, there doesn’t seem to be much that I WOULD like.  The movie novelizations all seem good, but everything else???  “Obi Wan prequels but guess what, he had a shitty childhood too!” uh, no thanks, the rest of his life sucks enough, I want to see him happy.  “Mandalorian worldbuilding, but they’re all a bunch of stoic, overpowered badasses who are Good At Everything And Better Than Literally Everyone and the plot bashes the Jedi left right and center!” ehhhhhhhh pass.  “What happened after Return of the Jedi, except the Skywalkers still don’t get a happy ending because the galaxy goes to war again, Han and Leia’s son turns evil, Luke Suffers, and Palpatine comes back again!” nah, that sounds too depressing-- oh wAIT :) :) :)(at least the EU actually lets Han and Leia grow old and happy together okay okay that’s enough sequel salt for one day)

19. Outfit

FAVE:  Everything Padmé Amidala wears in the movies.  No I will not narrow it down.  I am in love with her whole wardrobe and I want it. 

 I also love the standard Jedi tunics and tabards and cloak (c’mon, the cloak completes the picture!)  It’s just such a signature and unique look that’s supposed to combine medieval European knight tunics and samurai warrior clothing and just the #aesthetic is oof, just wonderful.

Also Sabine Wren’s armor and its various paint jobs.  It’s just so uniquely her and bright and beautiful and badass in all its stages and yes good I like it.

Also Lando Calrissian’s cloaks!  Swooshy and colorful and good!  I love cloaks!  

LEAST FAVE:  Gonna go with my petty, silly ones first, and those are all of Padmé Amidala’s outfits that are only seen in the The Clone Wars TV show (so not the ones that were based off of movie costumes).  Eh, actually three of them were nice, her orange outfit she visits Mina in, her white casual housedress, and her black slinky Clovis dress.  All of her other series-only outfits made me highkey pissy because they were either A.) Wrong for the situation she was in, B.) Defied the laws of physics and should not have held the shape they did/stayed on her body, or C.) just plain UGLY (the highest crime of all), and for the animators to have the audACITY to put any of those things in the mere vicinity of the most stylish woman in the galaxy is an insult to Padmé, an insult to ME, and an insult to Star Wars as a whole (yes, I am mostly joking, but come on!).  No, I will not give the designers the excuse of clothing being difficult and expensive and time consuming to animate because I have SEEN the fancy, PRETTY outfits of the other ladies of Padmé’s status on the show.  Everything Satine Kryze wore was intricately beautiful as all hell and I loved it.  Riyo Chuchi’s two outfits were lovely and fashionable.  Heck, I’m pretty sure I liked Mina Bonteri’s outfit too.  There were tons of people on that show with stylish clothing!  How hard would it have been for the animators to remember Padmé doesn’t wear exposed midriffs on official government business?  That dresses with no sides or back cannot be sleeveless or they will not stay up?  Not give her hairstyles that looked like either a goddam tuning fork or like Jimmy Neutron’s mother?  That beige jumpsuits are BORING and adding a mauve vest is NOT enough to make it exciting!!!! xD xD xD 

Aight, now in more seriousness, I also hated both of Ahsoka’s outfits in the original TCW show.  Enough people have spoken on why sending a fourteen year old into an active warzone in a tube top and miniskirt is a BAD IDEA, but like it just makes me extra mad when you remember her older and more experienced at Not Getting Pulverized Masters were both in full concealing robes and chest and shoulder and shin armor, so you can’t even pass it off as Jedi not getting hurt as easily.  Her updated outfit was only slightly an improvement because her Masters STILL got at least fully covering robes and arm bracers, while Ahsoka still had her entire back exposed, leg holes exposing valuable arteries and stuff, and a goddam boob window that basically signals “shoot me here”.  Look, I know the animators goofed, and I know how they have learned from it because from Rebels on, they never show her as improperly covered for battle, in the new TCW season both outfits are cute and practical too, but seeing her running around in her red outfits actively impeded and took me out of my watching experience because I was cringing over her having a lack of protection, that it made her that much more vulnerable to injury.

Finally just gotta give a standard raised finger to the Slave Leia Bikini.  Carrie Fisher hated it so I do too.

[bibliophilecats]

Read this month - June 2019

Since I was confined to lying down for two weeks, I read a lot this last month:

Timothée de Fombelle: Le livre de Perle (Die wundersamen Koffer des Monsieur Perle)

Colin Cotterill: Six and a half deadly sins

Ben Aaronovitch: The October ma (actually, I read the book and then also listened to the audiobook)

Sarah Kuttner: 180 Grad Meer (audiobook)

L.M. Montgomery: Anne’s house of dreams (audiobook)

M. C. Beaton: Hamish McBeth No 6 (eARC)

Marie-Sabine Roger: Dans les prairies étoilées (eARC, Ein Himmel voller Sterne)

Anne Barns: Honigduft und Meeresbrise (eARC)

Charlotte Lucas: Fünf Sterne für dich (eARC)

Mina Teichert: Spring! Vor allem über Deinen Schatten (eARC)

Kristi Carlson: Eat like a Gilmore (cookbook, eARC)

The German netgalley has really improved since it started and several “big players” now also feature eARCs there. Additionally, they hosted a reading challenge which I participated in. Therefore, I read many ARCs this month. And there were quite a few good suprises (Honigduft und Meeresbrise, Spring! Vor allem über Deinen Schatten). And I am now only eight books away from finishing my reading challenge for this year, yay!

You can find my reviews on goodreads, lovelybooks (only books I read in German) and on wordpress (only books I read in German) as well as here on this blog (in English).

Also, feel free to message me if you want to talk about a certain book!

[olympus-summit]

Ratatouille || Nezumi || Trial 1.5 || Re: Mitsu, Sol, Elliott, Mina, Rusty, God, Mingxia || Attn: Fates? Everyone?

A sigh, and a short answer, tone not deviating from the classic almost unnervingly cheery voice Nezumi usually keeps up, but an obvious hint of boredom coming out of it after Rusty's comment.

"As I've mentioned before, yes, those black flakes were from my cane. I did not see the flakes, but I have noticed my cane is chipped, as I have also shown to all of you. What I burned at the stove is not important, right now, you'll figure it out eventually. And, yes, Rusty, perhaps I should've been alarmed, very clever observation. Completely useless, but clever. Thank you for the contribution, I'll keep that in mind."

A turn of his head towards Mingxia.

"If you care about the end result, don't let others have impact in how it is and pay more attention. As I have stated before, my encounter with Sabine was right after my dinner. Of course she thought she would be able to "take me on" easily, I am obviously a fragile individual. What Your Highness did not figure out, however, is how trained a police officer needs to be to avoid getting murdered, which was her mistake."

Catching the small rat that accompanied him in the chair, the archivist seemed ready to take a decision... But Mitsu and Sol speaking up do manage to catch his interest, as he stops whatever he was ready to do to listen attently, one of his eyebrows raising. Now... That was unexpected. Though there is no spoken acknowledgement at Mitsu's speech, Nezumi nods respectfully at it. 

But, then, Elliott speaks up about the glove, and the archivist's shoulders shake slightly as he quietly laughs to himself, not interrupting Mina's speech simply out of respect. His eyes turn to The Fates, Atropos, specifically, the one who he had talked to previously.

"Watch closely, Fates, as these are the ones you have been given. Let me remind you I have confessed not long ago - especially since there is nothing to confess, really, I simply did not know where i stood in this matter. And yet... Here we are, still running in circles over stuff that I conjectured or simply said for the sake of instigating discussion. One who couldn't distinguish something I would have done to something actually done; another who tries to contribute by saying something that should have happen... I pity the moment you face an actual murder. One with motive. One that did not happen by accident. Tenko can just snatch one of those rewards with no difficulty, don't forget that!"

His tone is back to the usual, cheery self, though Nezumi's face features a smile more than a grin. If there's any care on what is about to happen to him... It is not apparent. He's a person with absolutely nothing to lose, and it shows. 

"Also, since we are talking victim blaming, as Mina has mentioned, let me play devil's advocate for a second, right?"

The archivist straightens out in his chair slightly, crossing his legs.

"Now, I am not particularly poor. I'd think Princess Sabine was also a quite wealthy individual. Would this have happened if our lovely president had heard the majority? I quite doubt so! Princess Sabine would be spared from the suffering she was experiencing, and so I would not make a sudden movement in front of her due to the gunshots in my ears... No murder attempt, no death. Now, I am quite against victim blaming, which is why I took responsability as early as I could... Though I can't quite help but imagine if both me and Princess Sabine are not victims. The way I see it, I'm merely an unlucky soul who's paying the consequences of Dr. Rivera's choice - so is Princess Sabine. 

Nezumi smiles lightly, clacking his cane against the ground.

"I do not carry that weight, and I know I don't, no matter what all of you believe. But I am not delusional, nor do I wish the harm of all of you. And you may not believe me, but the reason I confessed and the reason I brought up Sabine being the source of her own death was exactly because I don't wish you to take the wrong decision. A lot has happened because of a wrong decision already. You may choose to believe in me or not, but know it matters not. At the moment, I simply wish for this ordeal to be done with, and that you figure out yourselves for the next time this happens - because any slightly more competent person realises how easy it'd be to set anything up against most of you, guided by the crutches you've chosen."

He sighs, leaning back once more.

"Are we done?"

[chaied]

STATISTICS

NAME: mara sabine peterson NICKNAMES: mar, mina AGE: thirty-four D.O.B.: 17 december, 1982 GENDER / SEX: cis female ORIENTATION: demisexual / panromantic

PHYSICAL

HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 142 lbs. SKIN COLOR: pale - she spends hours pouring over newspaper & internet articles, over letters & notes; she spends little time in the sun, & prefers overcast days. there are freckles on her cheeks & on her shoulders, remnants of her childhood days when work was not consuming & the summertime seemed the epitome of happiness. EYE COLOR: dark, deep brown - like chocolate, they’re easy to get lost in; if you stare at them long enough, you begin to notice flecks of green along the edges, & how the brown is more varied than you assumed at first glance; they are the eyes of someone who watches, listens, & analyzes, but from time to time there is a spark of mischief. HAIR COLOR: soft brown - dark in the winter and streaked with auburn in the summer, it falls thick & straight, to her shoulder blades. NOTABLE FEATURES: sharp & high cheekbones, an middling sort of figure which is defined by its graceful curves and slim shoulders. FC: rachel weisz

ACOUSTICS

ACCENT: when she was younger, she had an easily distinguishable philadelphia accent, but the prep school smoothed it out - as an adult, inflections from her childhood have crept back in, especially in moments of high & forceful emotion. LANGUAGE(S): english, german, arabic, french, russian, mandarin

POLITIC

ETHNICITY: german, scottish, dutch - her great-grandmother emigrated from scotland, her great-grandfather from germany, to new york city in the late nineteenth century NATIONALITY: american BIRTH PLACE: philadelphia, pennsylvania RESIDENCY: a two-bedroom apartment, brooklyn, new york city, new york; a small one bedroom apartment, bethesda, maryland RELIGION: raised lutheran. currently, a deist of sorts. SCHOOLING: public school in philadelphia, kindergarten thru grade six; grier school, tyrone, pennsylvania, private preperatory school, all girls, grades seven thru twelve UNIVERSITY: bachelor’s degree in comparative literature & literary theory from the university of pennsylvania,  master’s degree in quantitative methods in the social sciences from columbia university OCCUPATION: correspondence analyst & communications consultant for a covert branch of the cia entitled spectre - those are just titles, however. her real job is something akin to a ghostwriter. she provides an operation with the necessary documents, if not readily available. COVER: a ‘writer’ - mostly going blogs and ghostwriting work for a travel agency & various high profile clients.

PSYCHOLOGICAL

HABITS: biting her nails when nervous, running her hands through her hair when stressed or overwhelmed or thinking deeply, ‘zoning out’ when she’s in the midst of her research & envisioning words she’ll write; she smiles when she’s uncomfortable, though it’s a different expression than her grin when she is genuinely happy. MYERS-BRIGGS: intp - the logician ALIGNMENT: true neutral / neutral good ENNEAGRAM: 5w4 TEMPERAMENT: choleric

RELATIONS

IMMEDIATE FAMILY: dietrich peterson | father | alive | sixty-seven years old | resides in philadelphia, pennsylvania.     marilyn peterson née upp | mother | alive | sixty-two years old | resides in philadelphia, pennsylvania. EXTENDED FAMILY:   francis upp | maternal uncle | deceased at age thirty-nine in the year 1997.   sabine neilson née peterson | paternal aunt | alive | sixty-five years old | resides in queens, new york city, new york.   stefan peterson | paternal uncle | alive | sixty-years old | resides in buffalo, new york. OTHER:   evelyn cohen | friend & colleague | thirty years old | agent of spectre.

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               mina’s  words  had  always  cut  through  her  like  the  edge  of  a  paper  sheet,  igniting  within  a  fire  blue  as  a  shooting  star,  bright  and  scorching  as  the  sun.  since  the  first  glance  she  took  at  her,  the  one  that  made  her  lost  her  composure  and  also  her  manners,  there  had  been  something  in  mina  that  was  bad  for  her,  that  made  her  ache.  she  has  learned  to  claw  the  skin  of  her  control,  though,  and  even  when  it  still  didn’t  work  well,  she  could  at  least  keep  the  reactions  at  bay  in  moments  like  this,  with  her  teeth  finding  the  inside  of  her  cheek  and  trapping  it  until  iron  touches  her  tongue  and  invades  her  senses.                  “  fucking  bitch,  ”     she  murmured  under  her  breath,  watching  mina  disappear  around  a  corner  and  the  next.  sabine  follows  her  because  she  doesn’t  have  another  option,  bracing  herself  for  a  new  portal  that  makes  her  insides  churn  when  she  lands  on  the  other  side.  this  time,  though,  not  even  nausea  making  its  home  in  the  base  of  her  throat  can  stop  the  venom  permeating  her  tone  when  she  counters,     “  ‘ walk  next  time ’ ?   are  you  fucking  serious,  mina ?  ”     she  questions,  rhetorically,  as  the  distance  between  their  bodies  decreases  slowly.     “  would  it  hurt  you  to,  i  don’t  know,  not  be  a  fucking,  insufferable  bitch  all  the  fucking  time,  harker ?  ”     her  breathing  is  ragged  the  moment  she  stops  inches  away  from  mina,  and  the  silence  that  fills  the  endless  void  between  them,  despite  how  physically  close  they  are,  only  makes  it  worse. 

from  the  moment  they  had  met  ,  mina  and  sabine  have  butted  heads  relentlessly  ,  with  every  encounter  ending  with  swear  words  flung  loudly  across  rooms  at  one  another  .  her  own  barely  concealed  fury  at  the  world  ,  sabine's  attitude  in  general  which  had  stung  harsh  as  a  bee  upon  their  first  meeting  ;  they  had  never  stood  a  chance  .  and  here  they  are  working  together  ,  unlikely  to  make  it  out  of  this  unscathed  whether  it  be  at  the  hands  of  others  ,  or  each  other  .

“  surely  you  can  clean  up  with  haste  ?  ”  she  grunts  ,  so  used  to  her  own  abilities  at  this  stage  that  they  never  do  affect  her  quite  as  much  as  they  do  with  others  .  years  of  practice  ,  of  experimentation  ,  finds  mina  sprinting  through  without  a  thought  nor  a  worry  for  where  she  might  end  up  ,  for  how  her  body  fluctuates  wildly  to  the  change  .  “  well  you  can  fucking  walk  next  time  .  ”  she  snaps  back  ,  though  her  hand  unconsciously  presses  to  the  small  of  sabine's  back  ,  as  though  steadying  her  —  she  flexes  her  fingers  as  she  lets  go  and  moves  swiftly  around  a  corner  ,  and  then  another  ,  and  another  .  somewhere  ,  footsteps  sound  and  she  scoffs  at  the  idea  that  sabine's  cleaning  up  did  anything  .  somewhere  in  the  pits  of  herself  ,   mina  feels  her  energy  rekindle  and  summons  one  final  portal  ,  grabbing  sabine  by  the  wrist  to  pull  her  through  and  close  it  harshly  behind  her  as  they  stumble  into  her  assigned  accommodation  .  “  that  was  a  long  distance  .  .  .  bathroom's  to  the  left  if  you  need  to  throw  up  .  try  not  to  mess  up  my  rug  .  ”

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               quiet  and  graceful  as  a  gazelle,  sabine  moves  between  cabinets  full  of  files.  she  clutches  the  ones  she’d  gotten  tight  in  her  hands,  holds  her  breath  for  a  moment,  and  looks  for  mina  in  the  distance.  the  sight  gives  her  pause.  she  knows  exactly  why  she’s  doing  this   — breaking  in,  breaking  the  law,  stealing  documents —   yet  she  still  questions  why  she  acceded  to  do  it  with  her  if  every  time  she  sees  her  something  seethes  inside,  if  every  encounter  they  have  ends  up  with  them  bickering,  getting  on  each  other’s  nerves  until  one  of  them  flees  frustrated  and  angry.  a  heavy  sigh  leaves  her  at  the  thought,  knowing  it’s  not  the  time  to  dwell  on  things   —   they’re  running  against  it.                 “  well,  i  needed  to  clean  up  the  mess.  the  later  they  realize  someone  unauthorized  was  here,  the  better  for  us.  ”     the  answer  carries  a  rage  that  stings  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  tainted  with  a  venom  that  spits  the  air  surrounding  them.  it  simmers  within  for  a  moment,  and  calms  down  when  her  attention  is  brought  to  the  open  portal.  she  doesn’t  utter  a  word  as  she  enters  it,  swallowing  hard  when  the  energy  hits  her  and  she  braces  herself  for  the  wave  of  nausea  that  always  comes  right  after  she  crosses.     “  god,  ”     she  mutters  as  a  new  setting  unfolds  in  front  of  her,  not  sure  if  it’s  loud  enough  for  mina  to  hear  her.  she  complains  anyway.     “  i  fucking  hate  your  portals.  ”

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a  portal  wavers  before  her  ,  a  mass  of  sparkling  silver  she  still  struggles  to  understand  after  so  many  years  of  coming  to  terms  with  her  abilities  .  mina's  pale  eyes  seek  out  the  figure  coming  closer  ,  teeth  dug  into  a  plump  lower  lip  as  she  gets  closer  ,  closer  —  it  might  save  her  a  hundred  migraines  to  close  the  portal  on  sabine  and  leave  her  to  find  her  own  way  out  ,  but  her  eyes  fall  to  the  patient  files  clutched  in  the  other  woman's  hands  and  she  remains  there  in  spite  of  herself  ,  holding  open  the  portal  long  enough  for  her  to  push  through  to  the  other  side  . 

“  took  you  long  enough  ,  ”  the  words  are  a  sigh  on  her  lips  ,  reaching  to  take  the  files  from  sabine  and  flick  through  them  ,  seeking  out  her  own  name  but  seeing  —  nothing  .  a  slow  ,  steadying  inhale  before  she  looks  back  up  at  her  ,  to  someone  she  has  spent  the  better  half  of  their  acquaintanceship  bickering  hopelessly  with  .  her  gaze  lingers  a  moment  too  long  on  sabine  ,  sharpened  steel  upon  the  soft  brown  looking  back  on  her  .  she's  tired  ,  worn  out  from  earlier  in  the  day  and  the  portal  could  only  stay  open  from  a  nearby  location  ,  they  still  need  to  find  their  way  out  .  “  come  on  ,  before  someone  notices  they're  gone  .  ”