saoirse quinn
she/her
29
october 27
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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Lulu Flint
The Price of Progress
POSTED ON May 1, 2021 2:04:19 GMT
“Oh, stop it.”This was unlike her, but it was becoming more like her lately, wasn’t it? Perhaps FERNANDO SILPH ’s influence had done some good, after all. Smiling and caring enough to shake hands were big professional steps. Fernando had emboldened her in more ways than one. “It’s good to hear that my work’s been inspiring, truly.”
Recognition felt great. Really great. She itched to be in the limelight, if only to further pry open the world’s brains and resources and piece it all together in what was meant to be. Collaboration was one crucial key to success, and this was what Rocket had given her: a team and a valuable lesson. No longer did she spend most of her time, tinkering away by her lonesome in a dingy apartment. She was usually on the submarine these days, working amongst the smartest minds which society had turned their backs on. Commanding. Leading. It was becoming her new life. A new purpose. Though her growing-infamous rage was now feared in pairing with her powers, she tended to be all bark. glitch maverick , priam conrad , and the other younger Rockets—those who found they could draw out her elusive softer side—would know well enough. She’d found her family. In addition to Cillian Quinn , of course. She was here for two things: The Team, and to make as much money as she possibly could. Maybe it would fill the other void. Her bemused smile only grew at his mention of cosigning on her health choices. Darkrai’s powers kept her awake for days on end, punctuated only by brief naps. It wasn’t work which plagued her with the frequent bags under her eyes—although it certainly had before her avatarship, to a normal human extent, of course. The only evidence of rest was false, and meant she had recently drained someone of their dreams to fuel her lifeforce. No, really. “Your compliments are appreciated, Miles. Our teams have been working tirelessly on refining the technology. I can hardly take credit for it all myself.” Really, a lot of the credit could have gone to scientists who did not work on the sub at all, whose research had been stolen unbeknownst to them. But who cared about those poor fucks? “The one you’re looking at is still just a prototype. We are getting there, though.” Her smile continued to twitch some at his enthusiasm. Like him, she was having fun already. “I like the idea of battery packs. I wouldn’t say we’re too far off from accomplishing something like that. So many possibilities, really. Not sure how much immediacy we’re capable of, but I’d certainly be willing to sit down and draft some ideas with you.”“But you’re right. The faster we move, the better. I hear you're from Devon, so, I guess you should know better than anyone.” Words came out a bit insensitive, true colors flashing. She neither backpedaled nor excused herself. At coffee, Lulu gave the only response she ever would: “Of course.” She headed towards a nearby office with a break table and a coffeemaker. Beside it were various mismatched porcelain mugs, many of them with cheeky jokes or random scientific elements. He’d know it if he’d been working there any amount of time. She went to pour herself a cup, giving him room to do the same and lingering. “What are you doing with Chu-e Choi , if you don’t mind my asking?”
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