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words choked by a weakened heart, too sad to be so young.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
—Khalil Gibran
Nami shakes her head furiously from side to side, and follows it with a small raspberry noise. “It doesn’t sound glamorous but it’s still a big position!” She smiles up at Moria. “I enjoy your company too.”
Peter blinks blankly a few times. “W-wow.” He’s speechless and is desperately mentally grabbing at straws in trying to find a proper response. “Nami’s right. That’s a really, really impressive position. You must be very good at what you do.”
“I would hardly call coffee runs or delivering files impressive, but thank you Mr. Petrelli.” There is an edginess to her voice that she tries to hide behind her smile, but she’s almost sure it’s noticeable anyways.
Nami gives Moria a big reassuring nod. “Mandatory attendance or not, Moria here is still one of the hardest workers I know! Are you working right now though? I don’t wanna be bothering you.”
“Wow,” Peter can’t help but show his surprise. “You just looked so young I didn’t even think you were one of the workers. –But then again Nami here is one of our best employees. What do you do in Nexus?”
“Oh, actually yes–But with the amount of people here I do require a few breaks here and there.” Her ability would always go into overdrive when she was around crowded places like this. “And you could never be a bother to me, Nami. I always enjoy your company.” She chuckles a little at Peter’s comment. “I suppose I am a bit young in my appearence. Though, my work is relatively insignificant compared to Nami’s. I’m merely Mr. Dexters personal assistant.”
Nami wraps her arms around Moria almost instantaneously when Moria came within hugging distance. “It’s so good to see you here. I thought I was gonna have to look everywhere for you.” She frowns a little to show Moria how just the thought of that made her upset. “Oh, Moria. This is my ‘uncle’ Peter Petrelli. Uncle Peter, this is my very very good friend Moria.”
“Hey there, Moria.” He’d shake her hand but Nami already has the girl in a death grip of a hug. Instead he settles for a small wave and a friendly grin. “Are you here for kicks or are you a big science fan as well?”
She gapes at Peter for a moment before composing herself quickly. “Y-Yes I know who you are, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Despite his friendly expression Moria couldn’t help but feel nervous in his presence, for various reasons. “Well um, a-actually as an employee I’m required to be here..”
“–Ah. Uncle Peter. Uncle Peter, look I think I see my friend there! I wanna introduce you to her!” Nami cups her hands around her mouth and calls out for her friend. “Moria!”
“Nami, don’t– Inside voice, Nami. It’s a bit more packed here than I imagined but we could’ve walked over to her.”
Moria’s attention it caught by the sound of Nami’s voice, drawing a smile out of her. “Nami!“ She gives a little wave in her direction, recognizing a vaguely familiar face trailing behind her as she approaches them.
Damien had been told that he was needed for a crucial procedure because the previous professional had object to continue on moral grounds and that he was chosen because his ability and background left him uniquely suited to carrying it out. He was also ordered to tell no one that this procedure was taking place. All that was fine by him. He’d even arrived early with his clones to make sure everything had gotten set up and sterilized to his liking before his patient arrived. He was just examining one of the syringes he was expected to fill when he heard the door open and his patient entered the room. “Welcome. Please take a seat and I will try to make this as quick and painless as possible.”
No matter how many times she’d undergone these procedures she could never rid herself of her apprehensive state of mind when she came through the doors. It was always the same process, incessant poking and prodding, making her feel like just another disposable test subject rather than an actual human. Moria gave the man a curt nod and took her seat as instructed. She didn’t recognize him as any of the regular scientists that would work on her, but she didn’t ponder on it much. “Do whatever you must, the pain doesn’t concern me. I can endure much worse than a needle.”
How long you’ll be away: Dunno, until I can afford internet again? Until I get my muse back? Who knows..
What your character/s will be up to during this time: Well got busy with work around the time we were suppose to post timeskip bios and then my internet got cut so can’t really do anything without the bios, as for Moria she’ll just be around as normal not doing anything important really.
¿Pensando en pajaritos preñados? [Caleb receives the papers she brought to him and quickly glances over them. Boring, boring, boring, something about the new post human ability…
Q-Que? No, sólo un poco cansada.. [She sighs softly.] Do you have everything in order?
