Alright everyone, it’s time to learn to write things in the fancy-looking element code that Suchong used in his work. It’s called a Vigenère cipher, which sounds complicated, but it’s actually relatively simple.
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suchong has, without a doubt, one of the BEST audio diaries in the entire bioshock video game (aside from steinman and atlas) just listening to these gives me chills. seriously love how messed up this game is
Well, she certainly was rather forward. Suchong gathered that already.
He was tall, for a man of his descent, but only a solid five feet and nine inches, maybe pushing on ten depending on his posture. He wore glasses, the bridge of his nose long and defined, but round at the tip with evenly full lips on the top and bottom.
Suchong was older now, eleven years aging him, but he hadn’t taken on middle age looks till recently. Not that he minded. Looks mattered little him. His eyes were still bright, if not bold and extremely focused behind the lenses.
“Right, yes. Of course.” He looked her over once before assuming she was a Ms. Mamie Jane. She had booked an appointment with him on his ‘medic man’ days. Two every couple weeks, spaced out to when Steinman needed his help. How constricting, but he was silently thankful it was only a two day gig. He was no medical doctor—he preferred genetics over this—but he was completely qualified to do the slack Steinman and his clinic workers couldn’t when things felt especially tight.
“Suchong ready for you. What you need from Suchong?”
He was a fair deal taller than she was, standing at only five foot exactly - though she would always claim to be five foot two or three. She was a fairly average looking young adult, with a somewhat round face and body, with a mole on her right cheek. Her hair was a dull, darkened blonde that was to her shoulders in a ponytail, and her eyes a darker shade of blue. And with wearing a large, over-fitting sweater and a knee-length skirt, she certainly didn’t look like anything spectacular. Nothing like what she was planning on looking like.
Since she was acknowledged, she stepped further in, closing the door behind herself and hustling over to a small stool, pulling her skirt underneath herself as she sat down. Despite having grown up with strict manners beat into her, she certainly didn’t follow most of them nowadays.
“I’m gonna get gettin’ surgery in a few days,” she started off, watching him closely. An Asian man as a doctor? Really, she hadn’t heard of such a thing. But this was in Rapture, where anything was possible. “With Dr. Steinman,” she made sure to include, “for this mole, and a few sagging spots here.” She pointed to the mole and her left cheek - though whatever she saw as sagging wasn’t very visible.
“I was told I needed to get some sorta treatment before I could go in. To make me stronger so it won’t be as painful to get done,” she continued, talking quite fast. “Will you be able to help out? I saw that you worked with him on the paper outside…"
Hey, I’m Asian, so it’s okay for me to play an accented Asian guy. Actually, Suchong’s great not because of his accent but because of how conniving and unapologetic he is. He can talk about doing the most horrible things without even the slightest indiciation of guilt or indecision. What a guy that Suchong is.