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𝐈𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐞? an indie roleplay blog for Mary Somers , 'Horizon' from APEX LEGENDS

[doctorsomers]

                                            Gravitational Manipulator

                                                             ---

an independent roleplay blog for Mary Somers , from Apex Legends . loved by hela . currently a work in progress .

[doctorsomers]

The solo ranked experience is painful and i long for death

[doctorsomers]

I am going FERAL over this skin

[doctorsomers]

me, first game after getting into diamond: I don’t belong here

[doctorsomers]

this is your daily reminder that horizon and maggie would make an A+ couple and respawn are cowards for not giving me this

[doctorsomers]

afraidofchange​:

  If anything, Maggie knows people, knows how to read’em as a matter of survival and negotiation. In this case, Dr. Somers is on her side for this match, so a little bit of comradery seems apt to the situation - at least, one less person who hates her by proxy to what she’s done is always a bonus.

 And if anything, a little teasing eases the tension, in some ways better than others.

 “Uhuh,” Maggie makes a soft ‘tsk’ sound as she rummages through the bag for more shotgun shells for the Mastiff cradled at her hip, carefully loading one after the other in a meticulous, mechanical fashion. “Might be easier if ya just admitted it, ehara i te ti, and all that,” She teases, but once satisfied, slings her bag over her back again, shotgun at the ready. She likes the Doctor, and N.E.W.T. pairs well to smash opponents in with a well-timed Wrecking Ball, too. But this, this is just for kicks, always pushing the LIMITS. 

  “We’ll win, if you can pick your jaw up off the floor. Can’t imagine my bare arms are that much of a distraction, huh?”

                red STAINS her cheeks in quite an OBVIOUS display of having been caught out -- still , the scot simply frowns as she adjusts the gun on her back ; still glowing from reactiveness due to shots that hit their mark . giving herself the time to gather messy thoughts , to at least attempt to ensure dignity remained intact .      ‘ as i said before , ye’re being RIDICULOUS , margaret ! ‘       indignation blooms across her features , furthered sharp retort upon her tongue as a bullet whizzes past her head -- a sobering reminder that they were in a match , && there truly wasn’t time for .... whatever this was .              ‘ BAMPOTS over there ! ‘                               slender frame bolts behind a stack of boxes , ducking down before gaze turns upon maggie , clicking her tongue as she brings her gun down off her back && levels it within her grasp .       ‘ would ye get over here before they take yer head off ! ‘          a pause , && the woman cocks her head , briefly distracted from the fact that there were more than likely three guns pointed in their direction .          ‘ tell ye what , we win this , && i’ll shout ye a drink at witts . ‘

[doctorsomers]

i just ended a 5 year relationship with the person i thought i was gonna marry , please be patient with me . ill get stuff done soon .

[matlab-exe]

some light madscience

[rpmemegraveyard]

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

[doctorsomers]

                                         𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲.                            𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽.

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[doctorsomers]

simulamortem​:

@doctorsomers​ cont. from x

“Maybe I need to be a nuisance.”

The sim was in the habit of making occasional impromptu visits to most of the Legends, and it had BEEN AWHILE since it had been doc’s turn. There had been no sound from the doors to signal Revenant’s entering the lab; more likely the simulacrum had entered SILENTLY from the vents.

He crept closer along the ceiling until dropping down not far from the other Legend, rising from the crouch he’d landed in and stepping forward to close the remaining distance. Though WELL AWARE of all Horizon’s tech and improvisation when it came to MAKING SPACE between them, he seemed to have no qualms with helping himself to her personal bubble anyway.

Optics fell to the device being worked on as Revenant leaned back against the desk… idly reaching toward a stray wire amidst the thing’s exposed electronic innards, no doubt with the express purpose of testing its owner’s PATIENCE.

exasperation in the short breath through her nose , eyes closing for the time it takes to count to FIVE ; he was trying her patience , as extended as it was -- frankly , she wasn’t surprised in the slightest , the simulacrum had the tendency to get beneath the legends skins , as though it were a favourite pastime of his . it was hardly the first time that he had decided to slip in through the vents && interrupt marys personal time .  ‘ hands off . ‘ sharp retort upon metal fingers picking at exposed wires , earning him a glare from beneath a pair of wire-thin spectacles . it was tempting , within that moment , to smack his hand away with whatever she had on her in that instance . but she holds back , simply turning back towards the exposed wiring of N.E.W.T , as though revenant was not even there ; as though he had not interrupted her quiet time with his nonsense .  after a beat of silence , the scientist takes the glasses from off her nose , turning to face the simulacrum with brows arched and lips pursed . ‘ alright , i’ll BITE ... ‘ hands rest atop the desk , drumming her fingers in a senseless rhythm as though this were a normal occurrence , && not something that set her nerves somewhat aflame . ‘ what do ye think will stop the SPONTANEOUS activating of my wee newt here ? ‘

[matlab-exe]

woke up in the medbay

[doctorsomers]

❝ you tried turning it off and turning it back on again ? ❞

' ah dinnae ken what else i EXPECTED from ye . ' a roll of azure hues , && the scientist turns back towards N.E.W.T where he sits upon a workbench ; a troublesome thing really , a volatile black hole opening when unexpected would not do . still , she did not REMEMBER asking the simulacrum for his opinion on the matter . irritation blossoms for a singular beat , looking back over her shoulder to arch a brow . ' is there somethin' ye need ? or are ye just here to be a nuisance ? '

[mor0se-deactivated20231018]

both of her teammates dead ( useless , the both of them , she'd carried them to the end ) , and armed only with a pistol with limited ammo . the odds are not in her favor ; the situation is bleak . optics will narrow as the simulacrum will face down her final opponent . ❝ how sweetly the fox speaks when it’s been cornered by hounds. ❞ so says horizon ,back , biding her time . ' and you think yourself the hound ? how quaint , @doctorsomers . ' just a few more seconds and she'll be able to cut a phase tear and reposition .

[doctorsomers]

mor0se​:

both of her teammates dead ( useless , the both of them , she’d carried them to the end ) , and armed only with a pistol with limited ammo . the odds are not in her favor ; the situation is bleak . optics will narrow as the simulacrum will face down her final opponent . ❝ how sweetly the fox speaks when it’s been cornered by hounds. ❞ so says horizon ,back , biding her time . ’ and you think yourself the hound ? how quaint , @doctorsomers . ’ just a few more seconds and she’ll be able to cut a phase tear and reposition .

anger ... RED , it is all she can see within a moment that seems to PAUSE ; taunting her with possibility of unloading a full clip into she who speaks with acidic tongue -- taunts that lodge deep within a ribcage housing the hollow of a heart . a pounding within her chest in time with the breaths taken so sharply , so cemented upon chosen CONFRONTATION . ‘ aye , ye’re lookin’ for a way out , what are ye , ash ? ‘ a loft of flaxen brow , twist of bare lips as peacekeeper is adjusted within her grasp . ‘ SCARED ? ‘

[doctorsomers]

afraidofchange·:·

       It’s not been too often that the heat gets to Mad Maggie - no, not with where she’s from - but crossing such a distance under that bloody sun has her sweating, stripping down to just that tank top, jacket balled up and tossed into the bag among the ammunition and supplies. 

   But it’s not until she looks back up at the most opportune time to see that of Dr. Somers looking at her, flushed red across the cheeks. Maggie grins, standing straight again, inked arms on display across her chest. 

       “That’s no sunburn, is it, Doc?” A pause follows, smirk growing. “Caught you lookin’, ey?” 

rouge extends further across freckled features ; gaze quickly downcast to the weapon in her hands , intent upon examining it to buy herself enough time to formulate an _EXCUSE _that could possibly be BELIEVEABLE -- a huff through parted lips , as though an answer to accusation that sets her embarrassment aflame ! ‘ och , ye’re RIDICULOUS , i was’nae lookin’ at ye . ‘ a quick denial to cover the still lingering gaze upon other woman ; arms across her chest , with tattoos on display -- mary would be a LIAR if she were to deny to herself just how taken she had become .

‘ i was lookin’ BEHIND , ye ken ? ‘ but that does not take away from the crimson burning its way across her cheeks , up her neck ... still , gun is holstered , && she folds her own arms in like . they had been paired together more often than mary had expected ; not that she was complaining , not at all -- if anything , the scientist found it somewhat SHOCKING how much she had come to crave maggies company ... sought out when available , gaze wandering when the gunfire quietened down ; not one to wear her attractions upon her sleeve , she was making a right mess of it this time . ‘ are ye going to keep accusing me , or are we going to win this match ? ‘ anything to shift the conversation away from a crush blossoming within her chest .

[doctorsomers]

me, playing horizon: lemme get on this roof real quick

teammate: you’re going to gravity lift right on top of a full team bitch

me, landing on the roof on top of a full team and getting beamed: REZ ME LIFELINE

[doctorsomers]

                                         𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲.                            𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽.

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