SHIT HAPPENS.

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[she's perusing through the kitchen, making herself herbal tea and looking to be thoroughly exhausted, like she hasn't slept properly in days]

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wutonji:

          The pitter of his footsteps scuff to a halt at the face of a stranger  ( or rather, another stranger )  with so many new arrivals, it’s difficult to gauge seniority by the minutes between the sound of more wheeling luggage through the hiccup of the doorstep at the main entrance. At her sudden exclamation, his nose twitches, chest rising and falling to take deep breaths only to catch the scent of freshly painted walls and the varnish of the hardwood flooring. Another whiff feels the ginger and lemon on his fingers and a final huff brings rise to the eagle oil on his wrists ; it’s nothing that he can say that he particularly despises.

     “ If you’re saying that so soon, I cannot begin to imagine what you’ll call it once we’ve all gotten comfortable and broken the house in.  ”

Her head tilts, eyes taking a gander at the stranger; not one she has seen in passing already whilst exploring the halls. She observes his movement, calculating, a force of habit from years upon years of practice. Already, she knows a dozen ways that she can take him out, and this is something she regrettably cannot shake just yet. She refrains from commenting at first, only stews on the times when doctors crowded her, injected her with chemicals that made her skin burn, made her eyes water, but ultimately made her nose stronger. She doesn’t comment on the fact that she can smell sewage from a good distance away.

“I have a bit of a strong nose, I suppose. Something smells...shitty.”

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lebender-toter:

Ah, really? I am from Austria. 

Huh, interesting. Sprichst du Deutsch?

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deijudicium:

As long as I don’t have to make you eat those words, I think we’ll be just fine. [She laughs, smoothing a few pieces of stubborn hair away from her face.] Mm, admittedly, outside of my masked activities, I attempt to be somewhat tame. Music, dancing, movies. It’s a tad boring. 

Trust me, I’m a master of hiding in plain sight. [chuckles softly] I don’t think that’s boring at all. It sounds fun.

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lebender-toter:

If you’re sure… [he’s still Shook]

…[wait] Oh– your accent… are you perhaps Germanic?

Hmm? [shrugs] I was born in East Berlin, if that helps. I haven’t been back in many years. And yourself?

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lebender-toter:

[better hope she’s not going] [batty]

I… I see. …… You’re sure you’re alright? [you gave him a Frighten]

Ja, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. [rubbing her head whilst grumbling under her breath] [she’s super embarrassed over the fact that someone saw her]

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lebender-toter:

[better hope she’s not going] [batty]

I… I see. …… You’re sure you’re alright? [you gave him a Frighten]

Ja, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. [rubbing her head whilst grumbling under her breath] [she’s super embarrassed over the fact that someone saw her]

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deijudicium:

Well, you’re only my issue if you get into legal trouble. If you lay low, I’m sure that things will be fine. [ She just wants to be reelected, don’t ruin this for her, Legion. ] Mm, you’re welcome to keep me busy then, Maria. I don’t have many grand plans in this place so far. Existing, most likely. 

That’s the plan! Legal trouble is really the last thing I need right now. [smiles brightly] Glad to know! Maybe we can do something fun. Smash the patriarchy, end world hunger, something interesting.

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lebender-toter:

[holy fucc]

…Um– …are you okay, miss…? [??????]

[vaults herself to her feet, looking like she’s sucked on a lemon] Ugh, I’m fine. Pissed off, is all.

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[a little bat is flapping its way across the room until it hits the wall and flops onto the floor] [and turns into a damn human]

God fucking dammit--

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deijudicium:

I’m making it a point to try and learn all of the names I can here. [A small smile, before she stuffs the pen back into her ponytail.] Though, unless you get into major trouble, I don’t know how much of me you’ll see officially. You’re welcome to seek me out though, of course. [This laugh is a little bashful.]

That’s cool. Some wouldn’t even bother. [chuckles softly] The plan is to kinda lay low for awhile, so hopefully trouble won’t be in the equation. But hey, maybe I will. I’m a bit short in the friends department, and you’ve already been pretty nice to me.

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deijudicium:

Maria, Maria. Delightful.

[She yanks a pen from some part of her cloud of hair, striking out the error and writing in the correct name.] You deserve to be called by the name you like, dear, I’d rather get it right now, instead of figuring it out next month. 

I’m Anneliese.

[shrugs as though that statement didn’t just punch her in the gut wow what are feelings] That’s nice of ya. Smart. Guess I never thought of it that way. [holds a confidant hand out to her] Nice to meet ya, Anneliese. 

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deijudicium:

@mctamorphose

Dear, can you come here? I know this is you, but the name of this paperwork can’t be correct.

[Waves the other over, where she’s holding a few sets of documents.] Ah, is your name Maria, or Marla? There was an error in transcription.

[steps closer with a smile, peeking at where her name is written] It’s Maria, Maria Horowitz. I’d probably answer if you called me Marla though, if I’m being really honest.

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Lips purse into the slightest frown as she occupies one corner of the couch. Piercing eyes scan every single crevice of the room, searching for something out of the ordinary; a stray wire, a hidden camera, anything that could compromise her. And though they do not come across anything, she knows she will never truly let her guard down. Not even across an ocean can she be safe. A heavy exhale blows her bangs askew, and the room falls into silence before she finally deigns to speak.

“Smells like shit in here.”

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[legion reset starts here]

[lebender-toter-blog]

mctamorphose:

[she barely manages to avoid the flying lamp, then fixes a pointed stare at the broken shards scattered across the floor] Might wanna look before you start throwing home appliances around next time.

[just end him now, he’s so embarrassed]

I-I assure you, I did not mean to do anything of the sort! My powers simply… have a mind of their own at times. Again, I apologize. You are not hurt?

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[shakes her head] I'm fine, takes a lot more than that to take me out. Are...you okay??

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rotandruin:

Hopefully, that doesn’t make a mess out of the trash. [Shakes her head, looking unamused by the idea.] Bitte. Is something bothering you?

[she dumps her fallen teabag into the mug and watches the colour begin to swirl in the clear liquid] Oh, just that I haven’t slept in days and I tend to dissociate from reality on most days. Nothing major.