Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

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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[nopath]

"What a terrible thing," Duke says with a smile of his own since he's being sarcastic, lifting a hand up to frame her face briefly as he does so. It falls when her own does, and he bites down on his lip, shaking his head, thinking through any possibility. "You being here will make things easier on me. ...harder cause I'll worry about you, but easier because you're... you."

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.

[talesuntold]

"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?"

[nopath]

Duke smiles as he reaches down to lift her up gently, sinking down beside her on the couch and then drawing her in against him. His arm winds around her shoulders as he does so, fingers tightening his hold against her arm.

"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."

[nopath]

Duke leans over, resting his chin on top of her head, as if protectively. His thumb slides over her shoulder, tightening his hold on her protectively as he does so. He breathes her in, taking in the reality of her being there.

"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

[nopath]

Duke crosses his finger over his heart as if promising. No tackling. On his honor.

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

[talesuntold]

"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."

[nopath]

"There are people that I trust here," Nathan and Audrey. Dwight's questionable at times. He doesn't know if he could trust him to do what Duke says is best ver what Dwight thinks is best. "But you're right. I don't want to have the CDC storming the town. They'll find more than enough that they might consider a disease," Duke says with a grimace at the thought, glancing up toward her. Of course, he didn't think about that. "And I don't want them getting their hands on you."

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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."

[nopath]

"Yes, I'd mind terribly, Maggie," Duke says with a slight smirk and a look in her direction. The smirk slips into something softer in his expression before he nods. "Sleep, okay? I'll... try to find you more morphine for when you wake up."

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?"