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triangularity2016-07-09 07:06 pm
talesuntold) wrote in triangularity2016-07-09 07:06 pm
Open RP post for Maggie Garcia
Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.
—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.
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(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.
—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.
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Maggie hates that she's too sore to pull Duke into her arms and hold on tight when she hears what comes next. She leaves her hand where it is, at least, thumb brushing his cheek. Her voice is soft and warm.
"When you're desperate, you trust where you have to, and sometimes that goes wrong." She can hear the self recrimination in his voice, and she doesn't like it there. "You did what you needed to. Yes, she betrayed you, but it doesn't sound like you had many other options."
Only after that does she ask, worried gaze on Duke, "What do you mean you're a ticking bomb?"
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There's a pause at the question. "I mean, far as I can tell, she did something to me. There are all these Troubles in me- in my blood, and she sounded like they were all gonna explode. out of me, hitting everyone in its path with a Trouble of its own."
He shakes his head.
"You might not really be safe here either."
But he knows Maggie won't care about that.
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Maggie used to want to walk into a story, but she outgrew that in Teleios, and this was never the genre she intended.
Deadly serious, she tells him, "I won't be safe here, period, from what you've just told me. That being the case, I'm certainly not leaving you unless you insist."
It's a struggle to conjure up even a weak joke, so the best she can manage is, "You're stuck with me, Duke." Even then, her smile only lasts a moment before she sobers again.
"And if there's anything I can do to make things easier on you, I want to."
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And he hasn't felt like he's really had anyone in his corner lately.
It's another reason he got so tied in with Mara.
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"Then you have me," she promises. "I can probably manage a little bit in addition to just being myself, but it's nice to know your expectations are reasonable."
She shifts slightly as he moves his hand away from her face. "I know I'm injured, but I can handle moving enough to make space for you on the couch if you'd like. I don't suppose you have painkillers handy for when mine wear off in a few hours?"
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"I would like, yeah." He has been stressed out. Though he hasn't been shot so he's got that going for him. "I have plenty of painkillers, heavy duty kind too. I have my ways."
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"Clearly I fell onto the right dock." Maggie leans against him and rests her head on Duke's shoulder with a sigh. She needed this. No one but her parents has really held onto her since she got hurt, and she tried her hardest to downplay the extent of how upset and hurt she was around them. They already worry enough.
"You brought me to a bar after a liver injury," she points out, smiling. "Surrounded by alcohol I can't drink, and this is definitely a week where I want to. I might have had to rebel if you didn't have painkillers to offer in its place."
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"I wouldn't let you. I'd just tackle you away from all the booze, reopening your wound likely, but heroically saving you from taking a drink."
So heroically.
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"No tackling, please. I promise to be a good patient. I'll even let you carry me to bed later if you insist." She sighs.
"It's been a rough couple months at home, too. That's all it's been since the last time I saw you. Strange to think. Not even two months. A month and a half. We spent awhile in a mad scientist's secret lair, then Mahir and I went off looking for an identity forger so everyone from our team but me could go into hiding. The CDC cloned my dead boss in an effort to manipulate my living one. She escaped and found us before they could make a duplicate with behavioral modifications. And we just learned that the president's family have been hostages to force him into helping cover up the fact that our virus is incurable."
Maggie reaches up to rest her hand on Duke's over her shoulder. "It's all tangled up with my immune system. If it were cured, I'd die of the first germs to come along. Glad I wished for a big dog instead, when the Agents granted presents back in Teleios." It was probably a near thing. If she'd been coherent rather than making wishes in dreams, she very well might have wished herself dead without ever knowing what was about to happen.
/coming back to this nearly a year later ;o; as duke returns to me
He frowns as she explains in detail how the last few months have been. His heart aches with it- with all of it. He can hardly wrap his head around what she's saying. "Jesus, Maggie," he says, reaching up to take her hand as it rested on his shoulder. His hand squeezes hers tightly, and he shakes his head.
His hand tightens over her own at the reality of how close she came to- how close she came to a lot of things. To her death. That's not something he can wrap his head around.
"I'm glad you did too. I'm glad you're here. Can't imagine anything else. Wouldn't want to."
Re: /coming back to this nearly a year later ;o; as duke returns to me
"I'll have to be careful. I don't want to cause the zombie uprising in your world. If I do need a doctor later, are there any we can trust to take extra precautions and not to call the CDC?" She's good on the couch for now and has no intention of letting go of Duke anytime soon, but these are important questions to ask. "You have enough to worry about in this town without adding my virus to the mix."
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"We'll make sure that doesn't happen," Maggie assures him, though she doesn't have the ability to make sure of much of anything here. "I just thought it might be best to plan ahead, in case. For now at least, I only need rest. Would you mind if I take a nap? Even falling into another world can only keep morphine side effects at bay for so long."
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He's pretty sure her pain levels will be an issue again then, and he doesn't want her hurting.
But God, it really is so good to see her again.
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She stretches out on the couch once Duke gets up, unsuccessfully trying to stifle a wince at the movement. She still isn't getting around so well quite yet. "Thanks. I'll see you in a little while."
Maggie sleeps deeply for a solid three hours before pain wakes her. She groans, and it takes a few disoriented seconds for her to figure out where she is. Haven. Not her room at the Agora. "Duke?"