TEMP PIN——independent portrayal of dr. ryland grace from #projecthailmary for #mvrp & #phmrp. writer is twenty—one, uses they/them. literate eng & esp.
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Taumoeba and not an actual lifeform. He’s partially correct, but now he doesn’t believe that. Gulp!
“OO—Okay! You— who—what are you?”
He hardly finds the words, instead whipping the flask in the air in defense. It's more of a scare tactic; a poor one, albeit.
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Grace was scrambling about by then: tumbling against walls and feet hooking to random objects scattered across his floor. All of it were messes he made and refused to tidy up immediately—now he suffers the consequences as he shuffles down to the laboratory.
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viper’s jolted awake by the blaring of medical machinery pulling him from his coma , systems telling him that there’s a foreign lifeform aboard and reinstating his mission to protect the crew .
a low growl slips from the serpent as he pushes
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Fear is the immediate bodily response, slipping into the dumbest of flights with a shout. Back presses against a corner, grasping a flask in an open hand. He assumed that the 'lifeform detection' was merely a calculated error—provoked by the rapidly breeding
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He takes a swig of whatever’s left in his mug.
“Rocky, however, is considerably more stubborn. And bossy, in fact. Is that why you fell in love with him? The overbearing commander.”
His tone teases, he loves him just as much.
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“Don’t know how I feel about that phrase just yet.”
Grace’s face wrinkles, then a little smile curves at the ends of his mouth.
“Two peas in a pod where I’m from. Peas are these tiny green balls we eat.”
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"mm. like adrian said, grace is stubborn," the eridian teased. humans need far more sleep than they usually get — though it seems their bodies never evolved fully to (allow) it. little tremble of laughter.
"rocky also stubborn. grace and rocky, two eggs in a cluster."
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Grace’s favorite part in any of this, but he managed to find some medkits even midst all his tumbling along the hall. He gets to work on trying to find whatever wounds he could.
“Patching you up ’s all I’m doing, just er... be still.”
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Grace briefly frowns from the initial mumbling, subtle tilt backwards in response. The tension eventually subsides with the question, now scrutinizing him.
“The Hail Mary. My ship, away from—” he tries to think of a name, “—whatever bloody hull you came from.”
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⠀ ⠀simon had believe whole - heartedly that he was dead . he .. should be dead ˏ actually . simon had no doubt about this . the last thing he remembered was being consumed by the blood flooding into the sm-13 ˏ and then . . 𝘥ark .
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his head; his thumb presses lightly over his chin, ensuring his head tilts slightly forward.
“Okay, okay. I need you to breathe in slowly, not too fast while I fetch you some bandages. Oh god.”
He slips away before anything could be said. Urgency was never
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