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Marina Hadlock Twenty Nine Human Magician: Odic Force

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miguel-soto:

The pier was among many things in the town to burn down after the arson attacks started. It was one of his favorite places to be. Miguel often came to the pier to think, or get his mind off of all the death at work. Sometimes it was a hard job, and sometimes he could bare the weight of it all. Today he could not. Seeing the pier torn apart by flames, blackened wood resting at the edge of his feet, he couldn’t help but feel worse about the victims he’d help treat today. The man sighed, muttering a prayer in Spanish before he heard someone approach. It was Marina, he recognized her immediately from the white hair. He said nothing though, didn’t really have the chance to as she stepped across the yellow caution tape. 

Miguel’s brow furrowed, realizing right away that he’d been tucked behind a corner and she hadn’t seen him. If she had, maybe she might’ve stopped herself. He should say something right? The police could be back any moment, she would get into some sort of trouble…right? “Ugh- uh, Marina, what are you…doing?” He sputtered out, taking a step forward and nearly falling over the caution tape. Nice one. This time, he stepped over it, realizing now he would also be apprehended for whatever crime Marina may or may not be committing stepping over this yellow caution tape. “Are you doing that thing where you ‘take matters into your own hands?” 

She jumped slightly at the sound of a voice, a voice that apparently recognized her. Whirling around she struggled to keep her composure, using every ounce of her willpower to not dig into her pocket and try to solve this situation with a spell. That would be incredibly suspicious and though she certainly wasn’t responsible for this mess, lashing out would make her appear more guilty than not. 

After completing her none too panicked swivel stumbling back ever so slightly as the splintered wood caught under her shoes, she came face to face with Miguel. She breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping slightly. She didn’t trust him exactly, but he was better company than a cop right now. “Uh, Hi Miguel.” She responded with an awkward wave and sheepish smile as he joined her on the less legal side of the police tape. “I suppose you could say that.” She ran a hand through her hair, attempting to quell her frazzled nerves. She couldn’t mention her suspicions of magic being involved, not to him, but she couldn’t quite lie either, mainly because she was shit at it. “The fires always start at the same time and from around here. I probably won't be able to get any further down the pier than anyone else, but I thought I’d try.” She gave a small shrug, it was enough of the truth for her to work with. “Whoever’s doing this must getting here somehow and if it’s not this way, maybe I can figure out how.” She glanced away for a moment almost like she was about to go but then hesitated and fixed her gaze upon Miguel once more. “And what are you doing here?” 

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asher-o-conner:

Asher raises a brow at her as she spins the accusation against him. She has a point, sure, but that was the same logic he based on when he asked her. It could go on and on, and he honestly doesn’t have energy for that. So he just shows his hands like he was confessing his nonexistent crime, but rolls his eyes. “Oh. You got me. I set things on fire because it makes me very happy.” He drawls, his voice completely devoid of any motivation to sell his story. “Some of the things I ordered are actually stuck in the port… so I came here to pick them up.” He explains with a sigh, making a room for her behind the destroyed booth. “What are you doing out here?”

Eyes narrowed, jaw clenched and arms crossed she stared him down in much the same way one glared at a difficult puzzle or incomprehensible piece of modern ‘art’. His sarcastic admission drew no comment from her as she continued to wait for some kind of explanation. When one came she wondered if perhaps it vague and suspicious enough to be the truth or if he was simply trying to make it appear so. “What things could be worth breaking into a crime scene?” She ran through the possibilities in her mind, it had to be something valuable, at least to him, but not something such as medicine which surely could be attained through legal channels. No, she was not quite ready to let him off the hook yet. “I’m here looking for an arsonist,” perhaps she’d already found one, “or any signs magic is at play here.”

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asher-o-conner:

Due to the heatwave and all the damages caused by arson, Asher had no free time whatsoever for a couple of weeks. Finally, he had a day off thanks to the additional staff from Seattle. Instead of staying home and getting some well deserved rest, however, Asher came out to the docks. The book his dealer smuggled in was stuck in the port because of the fire. Since he doesn’t know how much time he has left, he figured it would be better to go get it on his own. Past the police lines, he heads to the vacated port, shortcutting through the ruined docks. On his way, he notices a figure walking toward him. “Shit,” cursing under the breath, he hides behind what is left of burnt booth, hoping the other person didn’t see him. He takes a peek again, and sees his co-worker (of sort) there. “Marina?” He comes out of his hiding place. “What the hell are you doing out here?” He looks at her up and down. “…you’re not the arsonist, are you?”

Of all the noises she’d been listening out for, the creaking of boards behind her, the yells of any police who’d arrive on the scene, the telltale crackle of a fire, there was one she’d not been prepared for, her name. She startled, jumping back slightly as a voice called from the shadows ahead of her. When her eyes found Asher, she breathed a sigh of part relief and part frustration. “O’conner.” She kept her voice calm, cold even, fighting to keep the panic out of it and coax her racing heart back to normality. “I’m-.” She started to explain herself, but was cut off and taken aback by his accusation. “No I am not the arsonist.” She hissed making her way over to him to avoid any prying eyes from the street behind her. “I’d ask if you’re the arsonist but accusing me of being the arsonist is exactly what an arsonist would do if they were trying to hide the fact that they were, in fact, the arsonist.” She heard the slightly convoluted logic of her own words and the defensiveness of her voice, but believed so wholly in her own point that she didn’t care to temper it. “So Mr Arsonist, what excuse do you have for being here?”

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Marina stood on the pier, staring intently at the crime scene before her. A heatwave, arson through town and now two nights in a row of fires springing up here. Something wasn’t right with all this. The police it seemed, had turned in for the day, rightfully so, it had been a busy few hours. She herself had only left work a few minutes prior. For all the painstaking work it had been, it had given her plenty of opportunities to prepare spells alongside her work. She ghosted a hand into her pocket to ensure the runes she’d made were still there, a safeguard in case her little investigation went awry.

A quick glance around was all she afforded herself before ducking under the police tape and continuing down the docks. The burnt wood cracked and splintered under her weight but it was yet to give. She’d little but the darkness of evening to conceal her and it set her on edge. 

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gil-reyes-hernandez:

Library is a great place to meet clients and exchange goods, he discovered. Most of items Gil deals with are books, papers, notes. Handing over books in a library just looks like they are exchanging notes for exam. Today, however, he is the buyer not the seller. He purchased some notes borrowed from an infamous curser. Hopefully, it would shed some light in analyzing the curse set on his teacher. After the exchange, Gil was going to head back to his apartment and begin reading, but then he spots an unlikely white hair on the table. He approaches Marina from the bar, dozed off on the public library. Being a nice person he is, Gil taps her on the shoulder to wake her up. When she basically jumps and launches herself into a defensive mod, he just takes a step back and watches her cursing. “Oh, yeah, it was bad.” He chuckles quietly, even though he didn’t hear her snoring. “Busy day, huh?” He comments, eyeing the empty can of energy drink and her general exhausted look. 

That guy from the bar? Frankly he didn’t seem like the kind to study to her, though admittedly she could be more than a little biased and judgmental. “Oh it’s you... Gil wasn’t it?” She mutters, though she didn’t appear at all happy to see him. “I apologize then.” She said with a small shrug. “What was I disturbing though, because some how I doubt it was a cramming session?” She asks, rubbing the red mark on the side of her face which had gone somewhat numb during her nap. With a sigh she forces herself to her feet, closing the book in front of her and quickly tossing the notebook bellow it in her bag because magician or no, he was not getting so much as a glimpse into her magical research. “Not particularly.” She admitted as she got to cleaning the mess off the desk. “I had the day off work so I tried to get something done.” She looks back towards the night outside the window and her mouth sets itself into a hard line. “Now it seems I’ve wasted an entire day.”

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tara-olsen:

Tara shut the thick volume before her with a loud thud. That was it for the day and frankly, she hadn’t found as much useful information as she had hoped. Her upcoming trip to Seattle with Richie would help to shed light on issues she still couldn’t fully understand. Even with Al’s help in the research department, that wasn’t enough.She had no idea how many hours she had spent reading here already, probably as much time as the blonde by her side spent asleep on her book. As the girl gathered her stuff to leave she accidentally nudged the sleeping woman. She froze for a moment, watching out for a startled reaction. There was nothing. Touching her shoulder to wake her up wasn’t that much an act of decency, it was more a little test to see if she would actually awaken or not.

The woman was startled alright and Tara watched her with mild amusement as it downed on her where she was and what had happened, smacking her head against the book. “It’s wasn’t really snoring, it was more like a deep and loud breathing” she stated back. In fact, the young woman had not snored at all but she was just playing around. 

“Regardless I apologize if it disturbed your...whatever it is you were doing?” She replies, too tired to feel embarrassed. She rubs her eyes in an attempt to force herself out of her drowsy state. She does at least realize that the book currently open in front of her has its pages covered in occult symbols and other quite suspicious diagrams, though it is thankfully absent from any drool from her nap. Regardless she quickly snaps it shut, attempting to avoid suspicion though she’d probably just made it more obvious. She stands and tries to gather her things before slowing and glancing back at the girl. “Do I know you from somewhere?”  She asks squinting at the woman, something that was made perhaps even more ridiculous by the imprint of the book on her cheek. 

[asher-o-conner-blog]

When you have to ask yourself ‘when was the last time I slept more than an hour?’ you know you probably should go to sleep. At least that’s what Asher was told from his boss. Honestly, he can’t remember when he had gone to bed. Either he crash-napped for about thirty minutes in the on-call room, or he fell asleep at a sofa when he got home. In his defense, he has too many shits on his plate– work, Noah, Luke, Dad, and then more work. There is no room for sleep. He probably should have made a room for it though. Crossing the street, he is so sleep-deprived that he doesn’t notice a car ambushing him on green light. It hits him in the leg and he stumbles. He doesn’t even register the pain, but just blankly stares at the driver flipping a bird and screaming and honking at him. “You kidding me? It’s a green light, jackass.” He sighs, gesturing at the traffic lights. He just wants to get the grocery and go home. The screaming continues, and as much as Asher would like to kick the car in bumper, but he would like to avoid getting in a trouble. “Yeah, whatever.” He groans and gets up on his feet. “You have a wonderful day too, dickhead.” 

[marina-hadlock-blog]

Marina was apparently a significantly safer driver than the person in front of her, though that appeared to be mainly due to their complete disregard for traffic lights. As she realizes someones been hit, she quickly switches off the car and gets out to see if she can offer any kind of help. She pulls out her phone and snaps a picture of the car’s number plate as she passes, green light or no, hitting a pedestrian and then blaming them, kind of made the driver the scum of the earth in her eyes. Of course, once she managed to get to the front of the car and discover who’d been hit, her anger subsided a little. “Surely you’re earning enough that insurance fraud is unnecessary at this point.” She comments heading over with the intention of helping Asher up though he was on his feet by the time she got there. “Wow... you look like shit and it doesn’t seem to be from being hit.” She knew that look of complete sleep deprivation, she’d experienced it a great many times. “Are you at all hurt?” The question is followed by an analyzing stare as she looked him over for any kind of injury. “Where are you going?” She asks before shaking her head and continuing. “You know what, doesn’t matter, I’m giving you a lift. Come on.” She says heading back towards her car and waving him along, hoping to have him agree before the lights changed and she started getting beeped at herself.

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When people use the term ‘having your head buried in a book” they often mean it in a far more metaphorical sense than Marina was currently demonstrating. Face down in her book, in the middle of a public library, empty cans of energy drink littering the desk around her, she jerked awake as she felt someone touch her shoulder. Startled, she nearly fell out of her chair, just managing to catch herself on the edge of the table and right herself. Her hand was halfway to her pocket in search of something to defend herself with, before he groggy mind registered something to the effect of the library closing. Sure enough, when she glanced out the window the sky was dark. “Shit.” She muttered out the word, having yet to even pay heed to whomever had shaken her away. “Shit. Shit Shit.” She said punctuating each word by smacking her forehead back into the book on the table. 

“Thank you I suppose.” She said resting her face on her palm she let out a sigh. “I apologize, if I was snoring and it interrupted your study.” She said, finally turning her head to look at the person who’d woken her. 

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dutyaboveallelse:

“Yes.” He confirmed. He looked down at himself, and sighed, shaking his head. “Fortunately, I am not. Not hard to tell I get…” He paused for a moment, hesitant. No, he didn’t get angry. Duty did. He was not Duty. “It’s hard to get me hurt.” He said with a small shrug, instead. “And why wouldn’t I take it well? It was an accident, wasn’t it?” There was confusion in tone, as he suddenly wondered if she had actually meant to ram into whoever was behind her.

She narrows her eyes for a second at his comment. Hard to get him hurt? What was that supposed to mean? Given the amount of mediums, tuners and magicians she seemed to run into at these events, it wouldn’t be surprising if he turned out to be one of the above. Not that it was a particularly high percentage of the people she met, just more than she’d been used to back home. Of course, she wasn’t going to make this point first, better to try to coax it out of him. “What do you mean hard to hurt?” She asks, trying and quite likely failing to pass her suspicion off as curiosity. She gives a nod at his question. “Yes it was an accident. In the process of trying not to be tackled by him,” She jerks a thumb in the direction of the person participating in the hunt who was still searching around, “I accidentally knocked you over.” She says with a slight shrug because she would stand by the fact that it was not her fault. “Anyway I’m glad you’re okay.” She would however say that, because it was in fact true.

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Character Tropes: Marina Hadlock

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dutyaboveallelse:

Alec figured he needed the money. Even if he had to face the crowds, he couldn’t rely on Duty to pay the bills. Part of him wondered if the Old Name would be proud of him. He almost scoffed at the thought, when suddenly, someone rammed into him. He fell to the floor, and gasped in surprise, panic surging through him. He could feel Duty beginning to manifest, but the familiar voice made it easier to calm down.

“My pleasure…” He mumbled, staring at the sky. There was sweat starting to form on his forehead. Alec had been close to losing control. He didn’t want to think what could have happened if he had. He stood up, and offered a hand to her. “I guess it was a good think I was in your way this time…” Alec added with a smalls smile.

Looking over she sees a familiar face, but it takes her a second to piece together who he was. “Alec, wasn’t it?” She smiles and takes his hand before getting to her feet. “And thank you for helping me up as well. You’re certainly taking this better than expected.” She adds before brushing herself off. “Good for me. Not so good for you perhaps.” She says before glancing him over for any kind of injury, given he’d gotten up faster than she had however, she suspected he was alright. “Are you hurt at all?” Her question isn’t so much fretful as simply born of occupation.

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lucas-oconner:

Okay, so first of all maybe Lucas and Rachel shouldn’t have invested so many resources into this event but how could they not? After the PR disaster of the previous big shin dig they had they had to restore themselves. And what better way than donating to the cute little fucking cause and have them buy awesome shit that Lucas could play with? That was every CEO’s dream, right? No name attached other than a donor so if shit went wayward, well son, handle it on your own. “Fuck yes, chocolate gold coins,” he muttered to himself as he moved towards some ‘treasure’ tucked neatly near a monument. Walking towards it, he finds himself being pushed to the floor by some abominable woman who ended up rolling off of him wish some ease. “Well, that shit must happen to you all the fucking time if you just roll off like that,” the man huffed, sitting up for a moment to make sure he wasn’t hurt. “And like, what the fuck, yo? Maybe you should watch where you’re going, lady. Haven’t you heard? Bitches get stitches so stop being one and pushing people to floor, jesus fuck.” 

Looking at the person she’d hit her face lights up in surprise for second. She opens her mouth to greet who she’s initially assumed was Asher. As he talks she sits there with a frown creasing her brow and mouth still slightly agape, staring at him like an idiot before it dawns on her. Her jaw snaps shut and a look of irritation crosses her face. “Oh joy, you must be the other O’Connor.” Thank god for Rachel or this might have been an incredibly confusing conversation. However she now had something else very confusing on her hands. Between Asher and now this guy she questioned how Rachel was yet to up and leave from sheer exasperation. “You’re some how worse than I expected. This must be some kind of miracle, I didn’t think that was possible.” Given her parents had managed to ensure three out of their four kids had been mediums, she was willing to bet if Asher was, this prick was too. Rolling her eyes she gets to her feet. “Lucas isn’t it?” She asks though she continues without waiting for any kind of confirmation. Rachel had referred to him as such so that was what she assumed it was.   “Shockingly enough it was accidental. If you’re injured let me know, otherwise stop being so dramatic.” She says with something of a patronizing smile that implied she very much so thought he was being dramatic. “Also, I’ll admit I know nothing about running a business, but surely it is common sense to know that CEO’s should not loudly threaten people in public. It’s bad form.”

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tara-olsen:

A treasure hunt wasn’t exactly her idea of fun but the only reason the girl crawled out of her apartment today was because she refused to stay at home and be a depressed mess. Today was Becca’s birthday, or it would be if her sister was still around. She’d been in need of a little liquid courage because there was no way she could cope with today being fully sober, so after two shots of whiskey at an hour that most people wouldn’t be drinking, Tara made her way out to see what the fuzz was about regarding the event. Not ten minutes after leaving her home and she was already on the ground, courtesy of whoever the fuck pushed her down and the two of them fell. She expected an apology, not a ‘thank you’. “Yeah, you know, it’s my fucking hobby” she responded curtly as she got up, dusting off her jeans.

She doesn’t realize how offensive the words were until she heard the other woman’s reaction. “That came out a bit ruder than I intended, my apologies.” She conceded on that account as it was in fact her fault. What she would not take responsibility for was knocking the woman down, because she continued to be of the opinion that it was not her fault. Perhaps enunciated by the glare she shot at the person she’s tried to dodge who was walking off in search of more coins,  apparently unaware of the accident they’d caused. Sighing she got to her feet before turning back to the other woman. “Are you alright, you didn’t hit your head on the pavement or anything did you?”

[marina-hadlock-blog]

Marina was never one for festivities at the best of times, but after the events of New Years, she was more on edge than ever.  Many people seemed to share her opinion, though hers was based on a little more than superstition alone. She’s torn from her thoughts and finds herself jumping back from the person who’d dove into her path to grab a coin she hadn’t even noticed. In her haste to get out of the path of the person she stumbled back into something solid. Another person? Whoever it was she felt them both fall to the pavement, though they cushioned her fall signifigantly. “To think the city has yet to learn that large gatherings of people in the central district is a recipe for trouble.” She mutters attempting to roll off the perons and reach solid ground. The person she’s hit would get no apology because that had not been her fault. “Thank you, for breaking my fall.”

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asher-o-conner:

“The latter. I go there sometimes to ask around… But half of shits they sell I don’t know what’s what.” He shakes his head. He honestly doesn’t know what he expects by going there– it’s not like he openly talks about his condition often. He sometimes poses as he is studying possession and whatnot, but he is obviously in over his head. “That’s… reassuring?” He got the idea: having two souls inside one body like he does is a peculiar case. He just doesn’t understand the curiosity of magicians who wanted to… well, tie him down and open him up, or something. He can only suppose that it is like a rare disease case everyone is dying to write a paper on. Surely, there is a lot of things he doesn’t understand about magicians. Like the word she just said. “…didn’t he bring someone back to life or something?” Obviously literature is not his best suit. His eyes follow her as she operates the machine. “Okay…” He answers unsurely, wondering what he is getting himself into.

“Lots of it is for magicians, so that’s not uncommon. It’s the prime place to find some kind of necromancer.” She gives a short sigh realising that he might in fact be nervous about it. Usually she wouldn’t care but his condition piqued her interest. “Do you want me to come with you?” She lets out a small laugh at his comment. “And here I was thinking it was threatening. If you’re so worried have you ever considered learning magic yourself? All that extra life force, with a bit of training you could be very powerful.” Because for as much as she didn’t hold back on the rude opinions she would give the same curtousy to the good ones. “He created a monster, he didn’t bring a person back to life. Though either would be anathema, I believe.” At least the way she viewed it, it certainly was. She rolls her eyes at him, being nervous at this point was ridiculous. What he should be nervous about was having more than one soul in his body. She waits as the machine powers up an the part Asher was laying on slides into place. She could see it clear as day, his aura getting sronger and clearer, more akin to a sci-fi-esque scan at this point than any kind of magic. “Well...” She starts, slowly examining the images before her, “shit.” 

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kitmclachlan:

Kit always felt something akin of guilt whenever he “faced” Marina, of course, feeling guilty for his own death was probably preposterous but he couldn’t help it. He felt like he had abandoned the girl to her own devices and she wasn’t a medium, he was effectively -mostly- gone from her life. He still watched over her, in the hospital, in her way home sometimes, he wasn’t an angel by any means but she was whatever was left of a friend and he could look after the girl. Watching her sit by his side still made him smile, that is, until of course Odin decided to snap back at her. ‘Most people still like me more than they like you and I’m not even human, Sabrina.’

“Odin!” She couldn’t hear him but he still scowled the crow. Before his familiar could keep bantering with Marina, Kit did what he usually did so they could talk, and reached out his hand to “touch” the crow and possessing its body. Odin was never an unauthorized possession since the familiar’s soul was part of his as well. “You know, that movie Ghost made it look a lot more emotional and romantic that it actually is, it’s pretty boring.” It’s Odin’s voice but Kit’s brain behind it, as he watches Marina from the eyes of his crow. “I couldn’t make friends when I was alive, let alone in death.” The laughter sounds more like cawing but there’s only so much he can do from where he stands. He was still shy if people could see him but Marina had been around long enough that he wasn’t nearly as terrified anymore. “Messing? How were your spells messed? Maybe the runes I reinforced in the grounds may be interfering but it’s unlikely…”

She opened her mouth to snap a retort at Odin but before she got the chance Kit had taken over. She lets her mouth close again so Kit could speak. It was always a strange experience hearing him talk via the raven, partially because she was speaking to a ghost and partially because it stopped her from wanting to put the bird in some kind of soup. She didn’t find it particularly hard to tell the difference between the two, for one she could hold a civil conversation with Kit so it was pretty easy to tell when he was in the driver's seat. Still, annoying as she found Odin, without him, she’d never have gotten to talk to a ghost, less so one that she’d known. So she’d just have to deal with him.

“I’ve never seen that movie so I wouldn’t know. But boring?” She muses leaning against the side of the bench slightly. “Why not find a few unfortunate souls to haunt? Or spend some time traveling around?” She doubted Kit would even entertain the idea of that first option, he seemed far too kind for that. It was still an option though and really she hadn’t known any other ghosts, so her view of what they would do in their spare time was rather limited. “I don’t know, surely there are a few ghosts around the hospital. You could head down to Pisces I suppose...” She, of course, would not go anywhere near a place so infested with mediums, but if Kit was after a few friends that would be the place to go. She was somewhat used to the strange way laughter came out when it was done through Odin but it was still somewhat amusing if a little jarring.  “Like they’re disappearing or being moved. Not just physically drawn ones like carved ones too.” She gives a small sigh before shrugging and waving it away. “I think it’s a ghost, O’Connor concurs but he’s not particularly competent as mediums go. It’s fine for now, if things get worse I'll go find an exorcist or something.”

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miguel-soto:

“I’ve never really listen to it either. You and I have that in common.” Miguel’s mother had raised him to be a polite well mannered man, and that meant ignoring gossip and refraining from spreading it around. Besides, he was a firm believer in telling the person face to face if he had a problem with them. That had been quite some time ago since he’d had to deal with any confrontation, though. Miguel purposefully avoided having to talk to anyone who might put up a cold front. “I do that too, actually. Just stay silent in the back and let things take their course. That way you’re in the on the drama but you’re not involved in it. Be the confidant and not the bad guy.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the last bit. Miguel figured half of it was out of boredom, it was in human nature to have a certain interest in drama. 

“There’s a lot of names on these doors.” Miguel mumbled as he looked around every which way at the hospital doors. There were far too many people’s names on these doors, all patients going through turmoil in their heads right now. Asleep but still alive, fighting for life they don’t even know they still have. And for a moment, he wondered what the hell went on in their heads as they laid there unconscious. Could they see other ghosts? Could they see themselves like some sort of out of body experience? He wondered if he were in a coma if something like that would be possible for him. “Honestly I could go on all night talking about this, but I might bore you.” Miguel chuckled softly, finally taking his attention away from the doors around him and putting it back on Marina. “Never too early to start networking, Marina. If you want the surgeries a little butt kissing never hurt.” The man shrugged, knowing from experience that was somewhat how things went down around the hospital. At least in Tijuana it seemed to be that way, but things could be different in Port Ashbourne. His hands rubbed together and he cooed like an excited child going into a candy store. This was his domain, and he was more than happy to be back. “I probably look like a geek right now.” 

She gives him an approving nod. “Gossip would be a complete waste of your abilities honestly.” She gives a slight shrug. “It would also be a waste of my lack of ability, I’ve less space up her so I’m certainly not filling it with mindless drivel.” She taps her temple as she speaks, fully away that the science wasn’t quite right on that statement but she felt it served its purpose well enough regardless. A gentle smirk tugs at her lip at Miguel's acceptance and concurrence of her vice. “Yes, as a general rule I think it’s best not to get involved in anyone else's affairs unless they ask you to. Even then...” She trails off giving a small shrug. She was a doctor, not a life coach. She liked helping people with things, but rarely their personal lives, she was perhaps a little too blunt for such things.

At his comment she glances at a few of the doors. “Better here than dead or elsewhere recieving inadequet care.” She gives another shrug, perhaps it seemed cold, but she didn’t quite see it that way. She does however realise how that could be taken and quickly attempts to amend her statement. “It’s a shame it happened at all, of course. But it does, so here is the best place to be.” A smile curls at her lip a little and she gives him a small nod. “That doesn’t quite fall within my view of boring so talk away if you would like to.” She didn’t mind it too much when people talked about things they cared about. If they just kept whining about thier problems or gushing about thier lives it bored her, and she was more than hapy to let people know if she was bored. “At least you’re up front about it I suppose.” She never partook in such things, but then she’d had her old mentor to help her out. She can’t help but let out a small laugh at his reaction, it wasn’t so much mocking as simply amused. “Yes you absolutely do, it’s quite endearing though so feel free to continue.”