"My passion is to find answers "

Indie blog for a marvel original character Mun is 25 + muse is 25 + Both SFW and NSFW content Minors DNI

[missmargomuse616]

▪︎ Independent roleplay blog for Margo Elliot, a marvel OC. Unaffiliated with any Fandom.

▪︎ Established since May 2024.

▪︎ Semi- selective, mid activity.

▪︎ Multiship, will RP both SFW and NSFW.

▪︎ 21+ writers only.

▪︎ Written and loved by Ebony. [ memes ] [Headcanons] facts about her. [ Open starters]

RULES:

▪︎ Do not god mod my character and don't be a dick! We should all know this by now.

▪︎ mun is 30 + so I will not be role-playing with anyone under 21. I am not mutuals only but I can be selective at times. Anyone can send me memes or starters as ice breakers.

▪︎ please reblog the memes from the source when possible. If we are mutuals its ok to reblog from me.

▪︎ this is a multi- ship and multi-verse blog. Which means each thread is its own main verse. Separate stories from each other unless its talked about. This blog will have adult themes at times. Smut/ sexual themes will appear on here so I will always tag either # lemons, #mild lemons, #nsft or# behind closed doors.

▪︎ do not rush me for replies, if its been more than a month or two you could always remind me and vice versa.

▪︎ I will be happy to write all sorts of ships. I will not write underage, SA, incest, or scat. If you have any triggers please let me know.

▪︎ I perfer to write at least four or so paragraphs but sometimes I write less so you don't always have to match my length.

▪︎ there will be no hate of any kind, no bigotry, racist, or no hate towards the LGBT community. No harassment allowed. If i catch anyone who does this you will be blocked.

▪︎ I do like to plot but I also dont mind going with the flow. If I come up with an idea I would love to here your ideas about what to plot out.

( thats all for the rules for now. Im sure I will update this at another date but I hope this is good enough. Thank you all who took the time to read this. And onwards to character bio below)

CHARACTER BIO:

Full Name: Margo Elliot

Birthday: December 5, 1985

Age: Dependent on roleplay/ verse

Height/weight: 5'6 and 135 Ibs

Faceclaim: Candice Patton

Sexuality: Heterosexual and Bi- curious

Birthplace: Harlem new York

Current Residence: Manhattan, New York

Language Spoken: English

Species: Human

Nationality: American

Occupation: Reporter/ Journalist

Religion: Not Religious

Martial Status: Single

Family: Joe Reece (father) Grace Elliot ( deceased) William Reece Elliot ( brother) Laura Reece (grandmother, Joe's mother) Otis Reece ( her grandfather, Joe's father)

Biography: Margo Reece Elliot was born on a cold winter night to Joe and his long time girlfriend Grace , on December 1, 1985. ((or in some other versus born in another year depending on which timeline i choose)) She was born in Harlem new York where she spent her early part of her childhood growing up with her two loving yet hard working parents.

She had a decent upbringing, although there were struggles in her family to make ends meet when it came to her family. Her mother was a nurse and her father worked two jobs before eventually working his way up to become one of the most successful black officers in New York. While her mother made a name for herself as being the the most successful nurse turned doctor in the 90s. While their professional life was on the rise, both joe and grace began to fall apart in their marriage. All the while margo didn't realize the fall out they had since she was at a young age. Her father had an affair which lead to unfortunately having to separate. At learning this margo was heartbroken yet she still loved her parents dearly.

In 2000, when margo was 14 was when her world came crashing down when her mother died. All through out her teen years after that she turned rebellious. For awhile she had resentment towards her father and would take her anger out at times. Despite the ups and downs of her life she managed to get good grades in school, graduated both from high and college and went on to pursue a career in journalism. Nowadays she is either loving for the next but story or living her life as best she can while dealing with craziness of situations going on around her.

[mythshire]

※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.

• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine. • How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? • I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that. • Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that. • You're not alone in this. You know that, right? • We're family. That's what we do. We show up. • Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now. • Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again. • Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you? • So, what's next for us? • I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave. • It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay. • Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone. • I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway. • [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you. • I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here. • You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that? • I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here. • Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you. • You don't owe me anything. This is what family does • Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help. • I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today. • You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept? • I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember? • We've been through worse. We'll get through this too. • You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me. • I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you. • Come on. Let's get you home. • You matter to me. More than you know. • I've got your back. Always have, always will. • You're shaking. Here, take my jacket. • I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared. • You did good today. Really good. • I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough. • Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving. • You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance. • I'll stay up with you. I don't mind. • You're safe here. I promise. • Tell me what you need. Anything. • You don't have to pretend with me. • I trust you. Completely. • You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this. • I'd do anything for you. You know that, right? • You're not too much. You're never too much. • This is your home now. For as long as you want it. • I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now. • You make me want to be better. A better person. • I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day. • You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.

[missmargomuse616]

Open starter: open to m/f/nb

" Are you telling me that you are some kind of time traveler? Well given how I've seen my share of weird stuff in new york, I shouldn't be surprised anymore."

[missmargomuse616]

"Fair enough, so I guess that option is off the table. But can you at least tell me where and when are you from? This can be off the record. I think we may have started off the wrong foot. Who actually are you?"

[mysticaltwoface]

"My name is actually Chris that much is true,I'm from San Francisco...20 years into the future and let me tell you it's not a good place to be"

[missmargomuse616]

"Okay, so how bad is this future of yours is? Or would it be too catastrophic for me to know what happens in the future. I mean I did watch back to the future many times and the whole time travel thing can be pretty wonky." Margo said a half joke. " is there any reason you came back in this time period? Are you human or..?"

[about-usa]

Chicago - Illinois - USA (by Bryce Edwards) 

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY.   a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios.  )

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.

[historical-rp-memes]

{ Send me a headcanon about my character and I can only reply with ❎ for wrong or ✅ for correct }

[corsetslaced]

closed starter for @missmargomuse616 // Margo xx Sebastian

Sebastian lay beside his wife, a stupidly happy grin on his handsome features. “Happy one day anniversary of being married,” Sebastian told Margo, rolling on his side to get a better look at her and be able to study how she looked, how she responded, wanting to memorize all of Margo as if he hadn’t already. “How does it feel, Mrs. Elliot-di’Desyra?” he asked with a, somehow, even larger smile. “I know I love this feeling, honeymoon period or not,” he confessed with a gentle laugh. They’d never really gotten out of that phase while dating, even once living together, so he had confidence in them working.

[missmargomuse616]

"It feels amazing so far mr di'Desyra.." margo replied with a warm smile. Leaning on her side on the bed to admire how gorgeous he was. Still felt like yesterday when they met. Being in the honeymoon phase did feel incredible. Deep down she knew it wouldn't always be like this, be this easy, but she was willing to put in the work. She made a commitment to him for better or worse. "Happy anniversary baby, I can think of a few things we could do to celebrate this special occasion." Leaning over towards him she starts to kiss him passionately, wanting to show him rather than say how much she loved being with him.

[in-character-memes]

Other than my muse's name, what would your muse shout to locate mine amidst a crowd?

[mcflymemes]

A HARD DAY'S NIGHT BY THE BEATLES PROMPTS *  assorted lyrics from the album, some slightly tweaked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

i've been working like a dog.

i should be sleeping like a log.

you know i work all day to get you money, to buy you things.

it's worth it just to hear you say you're gonna give me everything.

why on earth should i moan?

when i get you alone, you know i feel okay.

when i'm home, everything seems to be right.

i should have known better with a girl like you.

i never realized what a kiss could be.

this could only happen to me.

can't you see?

you're gonna say you love me, too.

i should have realized a lot of things before.

if this is love, you've got to give me more.

if i fell in love with you, would you promise to be true?

help me understand.

i've been in love before.

i found that love was more than just holding hands.

if i give my heart to you, i must be sure.

don't run and hide.

don't hurt my pride like her.

i couldn't stand the pain.

i would be sad if our new love was in vain.

i hope you see that i would love to love you.

i couldn't stand the pain.

i'm so happy when you dance with me.

i don't wanna kiss or hold your hand.

try and understand.

there is really nothing else i'd rather do.

i'm happy just to dance with you.

i don't need to hug or hold you tight.

i just want to dance with you all night.

i've discovered i'm in love with you.

that's all i do.

she gives me everything.

a love like ours could never die.

as long as i have you near me.

tell me why you cried.

tell me why you lied to me.

i gave you everything i had.

you left me sitting on my own.

did you have to leave me?

if it's something i'd have said or done, tell me what, and i'll apologize.

if you don't, i really can't go on.

i'm holding back these tears in my eyes.

if you'll only listen to my pleas.

is there anything that i can do?

i'm so in love with you.

i really can't stand it.

i'll buy you a diamond ring.

i'll get you anything.

i don't care too much for money.

i may not have a lot to give, but what i've got, i'll give to you.

money can't buy me love.

everybody tells me so.

any time at all, all you gotta do is call.

there is nothing i won't do.

when you need a shoulder to cry on, i hope it will be mine.

call me tonight and i'll come to you.

i've got every reason on earth to be mad.

i've just lost the only girl i had.

if i could get my way, i'd get myself locked up today.

i can't, so i'll cry instead.

i've got a chip on my shoulder that's bigger than my feet.

if i could see you now, i'd try to make you sad somehow.

i get shy when they start to stare.

i'll come back again someday.

you say you will love me if i have to go.

you'll be thinking of me.

somehow i will know.

i will remember things we said today.

you say you'll be mine.

i got a whole lot of things to tell her.

i'm gonna see my baby today.

i got no business being here with you.

i got something to say that might cause you pain.

if i catch you talking to that boy again, i'm gonna let you down and leave you flat.

i told you before, you can't do that.

it's the second time i've caught you talking to him.

do i have to tell you one more time?

i think it's a sin.

they'd laugh in my face.

i can't help my feelings.

you know, if you break my heart, i'll go.

i'll be back again.

i love you so.

i'm the one who wants you.

[taleswritten]

@missmargomuse616 from here

It’s not like he intended to end up here. He just happened to pass out near her place, and apparently she’d brought it upon herself to help him inside and help him. Some people despise Daredevil and others are sympathetic or fans of him. 

This woman appears to be either of the latter or both. Either way, he’s grateful for her help. She could have easily turned him in or left him there to die but instead, she helped him, tended to his wounds, and kept him alive throughout the night. 

If it weren’t for her, he’d either have died from his wounds or gotten an infection and then died. Looks like she patched up his wounds, too, though he’s unsure if she had to stitch him up or not. At least he’s no longer bleeding out, that’s all that matters to Matt right now. 

“I heal fast.” Matt says automatically upon her observation, pushing himself to sit up fully so that he can move out of her way. He’d help but he’s not so sure he’d be much of a help cleaning the couch and he’d likely just make his wounds worse than they already are. 

“Thank you.” Matt says softly and sincerely. Taking off the suit had been inevitable with these kinds of injuries but he doesn’t think she’s going to out him as Daredevil. If she was going to scream it from the rooftops, she would have done it already. His secret seems to be safe with her but he needs to be sure. 

“You cannot tell anyone about this. About my identity.” Matt Murdock has made a name for himself as a lawyer with his own law firm, he’s pretty close to being a public figure, telling anyone a blind lawyer is Daredevil is certainly going to cause all kinds of issues. 

[missmargomuse616]

She honestly didn't know what possessed her to help the vigilante. Call it being a good samaritan or the fact that she has seen him take out the criminals off the streets for awhile, doing what the police has been failing to do, keep criminals locked up. She had to admit that she has always been a somewhat of a fan. A curious fan one could say yet not an a obsessive way. How does one man take on so many of these guys without getting killed?

While she tended to his wounds she kept glancing up at his face, he had on a mask which weirdly covered his face including his eyes. How was he able to see through that? She could have taken him to the hospital or drop him off elsewhere but he was too weak to, plus it was a far drive to the hospital where more often she might have run into danger if she even tried to take him out at night.

It was a hard and difficult task but she managed to patch him up. Thanks to her mother being a doctor who taught her how to stitch and clean wounds to the best of her ability. She was glad that he wasn't near death now as he was hours earlier.

"Yeah I've noticed, are you sure you don't have any super powers? Cause there seems to be alot going around in this town lately." While she was slightly teasing him she was also curious if he would answer her question. As she was scrubbing the couch with a wrap wet dish rag and soap, she looks over to see him move effortlessly past her without bumping into everything. " how can you see through that thing? That mask?" Margo couldn't help but ask him.

Standing after her task was done she faced him. Her expression soft and genuine. " it's no problem really, I'm glad I can help." When daredevil took off his suit, including his mask she was shocked to see that it was matt murdock. The lawyer that she had been seening pop up in the media. But how was he able to do all this if he couldn't see? There were so many questions she wanted to ask him.

"Okay, I promise I want tell anyone." She promised. This was sure to be the biggest story if she ever told the press yet she knew that would be dangerous. "I would like know how you were able to do the things you do..I mean never would I think a blind lawyer would be the devil in hells kitchen."

[missmargomuse616]

Margo knew that he couldn't hurt her, so why did he have this uncanny way of being intimidating? When he stepped towards her she unconsciously stepped back until her bottom leg stops her movements. A slight pain but not enough to yelp out. If he did try something she was prepared, a cross, holy water and even a stake inside her carry bag if she were to use it.

He even saw the fear that crossed over her features, and she hated feeling vulnerable in this moment. She also hated that he had that alluring presence about him that she was also tempted to see where he would go with this.

She winced when him pulled out his one of many cigarettes. The smell hitting her senses which was both nauseating and intoxicating.

"Yes..It all makes perfect sense." She couldn't argue his reasoning and the similarities with how us humans eat and how he eats. Still it was all soo...Barbarian. "even so, still doesn't make it right..in my opinion." Her voice was low, suddenly timid when she averted her eyes from his gaze. Unconsciously lands on his mouth.

"Does it get you off..when you feed of people? I hear that there's this connection between blood sucking and intimacy. I wonder if you felt this fear when you were human."

[spiketheforsakensoul]

"It's nature, pet. Barbaric or not, it's the bloody food chain," he said with a shrug. He obviously wasn't insulted by the remark. His cigarette bounced on hips lips as he spoke before he let out another puff. "You don't like it, become a vegetarian and protest or whutever. It's not going to change how things are."

Spike tapped the ash off the tip of the cigarette and smirked, "Yeh, I do. Blood is life. Always warm... Always moving. There's an art to feeding, a rhythm. You don't just take. It's the pulse under your fingers, quickening as they realize they're right at the edge-- that somethings wrong. That's the moment That electric shimmer between denial and knowing. It's beautiful."

He but his lower lip at the memory for a moment then inhaled, "It's not all romance and candlelight, though. It takes hold of you. Never just one sip. It's a hunger and a need. You can't need like that and e pect it to be tidy and polite. But there's honesty to it. Fulfilling an aching desire and a need... So, yeh, I get off on it."

He glanced up at Margo as he ground out the cigarette with the tip of his boot. "I was mesmerized when I was human and got bit. Drusilla plucked a thought right out of my heart and offered me the world." He smiled fondly. "Yeh, some fear and pain, but that changed as she drank... She made it more enjoyable."

Spike smirked again, the tip of his tongue touching the bow of his lip, "But she asked if I wanted it and I gave her a whole hearted yes, because she wanted me."

His smile widened, "Oh are we blushing? Did I go and get too intimate about it?"

[missmargomuse616]

It was unbelievable that spike thought of it that way. Thought od people as nothing but a source of food, or at least having that metaphor as to what his version of what he did was even okay in the first place. Just the whole idea of vampires is crazy enough but knowing that if spike and vampires like him did those hideous crimes should have her screaming and running away by now.

Why was she still here? Was it because he was enabled to bite her? Or her own crazy morbid curiosity?

Margo open and closed her mouth, the smoke that he blew out cause a slight cough from jer throat as if not use to the smoke being near her wind pipe. Her expression was still wry and slightly nervous but bot entirely fearful. Hearing how spike describe what it was like during feeding on others. Normally the thought would make her skin crawl, and in some ways it did yet spike said it like a man reading poetry. The sheer erotic way in which he said it shouldn't have sound so..hot like it did.

Still speechless while her pulse quickens, didn't understand why. Was it fear that she was trying to hide or was it the way he described the feeling in such a way that I left her dizzy. So it was true as she suspected that his ex was the one that turned him. For a brief moment she felt bad for his human self, being tricked into her web and him being a soulless vamp for years. As sexy as it did sound she didn't forget that it also sounds scary.

Her eyes unconsciously landing on his lips before lifting up to meet his gaze. She did in fact feel herself blush at his gaze and his question. Looking away half embarrassed that he could read her like an open book. "Oh please, I don't blush..it's just hot that's all." She lied yet still hoping he didn't tease her further or if he would try to.. "what does it taste like?"

[taleswritten]

@missmargomuse616 from here

This woman, judging by the look on her face, is not used to such grisly scenes. She looks like she’s about to kneel over at any moment and throw up. He hopes she doesn’t, the last thing he needs is Doakes bitching about a contaminated crime scene on his watch. That sounds like a headache just waiting to happen. 

“I’m just a blood splatter analyst.” Margo Elliot. Is she some kind of journalist? How did she even get in here? She either snuck in the rookie cops out front aren’t doing their job right. It’s an active crime scene, no one should be here right now other than him and the detectives working the case. 

“I can’t give you that information. This is an ongoing crime scene.” Whatever the man’s name is, Margo will not find out. At least not from him. He glances back to the body and then back to her. If she’s looking for someone specific, the guy’s face is on display, though it’s a gruesome site with the blunt force trauma to his head, cracking his skull open. It’s not a sight any civilian should see. 

Whoever did this will pay. The dark passenger inside of him begs to be fed, it’s like a persistent itch in the back of his head that refuses to go unless he satisfies it. He needs to kill and he needs to do it soon, he cannot recall the last time he has waited this long before feeding the darkness inside of him. 

The woman asks him for his name and for a moment, Dexter is silent, before her voice finally reaches his ears after a moment too long and he blinks, pulling himself out of his mind and focuses back into reality, ignoring the itch completely now. 

“Dexter Morgan. How did you get back here?” She looks desperate, like she’s looking for someone or something. Is it possible she thinks the victim might be someone that she knows? That would explain the look in her eyes.  

He really shouldn’t do this but he steps to the side, out of the way to let her see the body lying there completely. He’s been dead for a full day now so it’s not the prettiest sight but he’s recognizable at least. 

Don’t throw up.  

“Do you know the victim?” 

[missmargomuse616]

A blood splatter analyst? That would explain why the man seem so desensitized by the blood and the gruesome scene before them. It was even a shock to her that she even managed yo get past the detectives without a second look. Her desperation and worry about her brother caused such a unprofessional act. Yet she needed to know, even if she faced consequences.

"Oh, I didn't realize that was a thing..so that means you can track how ever did caused this?" Her hand gestures towards the area, her face winced as she averted her gaze from the spot for too long. Her stomach was turning and she truly felt like throwing up. If she had eaten earlier there was no doubt that would happen right about now.

When the man told her he couldn't help margo with more information she only nodded in understanding, the case was new as it seems and from where she could see the man who was unfortunately laying there dead was one of the vitcms but thankfully she could tell that it wasn't her brother. She absolutely can not break down in front of this man who could very well cause a scene and throw her out which he didn't.

Margo glanced over at the man before her, who was entirely too calm to the point where she couldn't help but notice. In the back of her mind she just hoped that her brother was safe amd that he wasn't in the same predictamet that the poor guy on the floor was. Margo needed to find out who was behind the murderers so she could expose them and be sentenced to life.

"I..snuck in here. More like showed a badge that I'm supposed yo be here which obviously i know I'm not." She replied in a rush. A habit whenever she was nervous. While she was waiting for this man, dexter Morgan to show her out instead he stepped to the aide and had her look at the body closely. At first didn't want to look, too much blood and the graphic scene was alot yo take in, she blew out a breath before looking. No not her brother thank god,but she was surprised that he lets her witness the scene.

Her nose twitching, swallowing a lump in her throat afraid the bile would rise, it hasn't yet she still felt sick. "Uh..no I don't..that's not him." She replied in a low voice. "How could anyone do this? They have to be really sick in the head."

[missmargomuse616]

Charlie wasn't wrong about that, for years there was talking behind the scenes of something big happening when it came to this city. The hidden agenda that what lead to this whole mess. It really started with the hulk, the mass panic over a giant green creature that turned out to be bruce banner had everyone talking. It was even more incredible to know that there were aliens exiting.

She nods her head at the others woman's response before adding. "Some of my co workers were in the middle of that attack. Thankfully they weren't hurt but just really shaken up. Good thing we have these avengers right? They have been held as earth mightiest heroes, what are your thoughts on that?"

Writing more on her notes as Charlie explains what she did for a living. Her brows lifted as if she were impressed. "Sounds like a real important job alright. I would imagine you must be proud of what you do."

It was a mundane story if she were honest, however she liked Charlie's energy and seems like the type of person who likes to help people. At her question she stops writing and glanced at her directly. " Oh no, that's fine. You're orgin story is..nice." Margo almost cringed at her own words. She would hope that this wouldn't end her own career by being too nice.

"This article will be published at the new york bulletin."

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Looking down to her notes as Charlie apologized for what happened with her coworkers. In some way she felt guilty for bringing them up. Yes they were very injured and probably will have some PDSD from such a disaster event. She also felt bad about the people who were bo doubt lost their lives and how devastating their families must be. It's something she tried desperately to bot think about. She was often tild that being a emotional person in this job could be nothing be trouble. She was told to put on a poker face and never let the other person your interviewing see you sweat. At that's what her boss keeps telling her.

Margo was tapping the pen on her notebook as her expression went from somber to neutral towards Charlie. She considered her words before replying. "Yeah, I will publish it, although I feel it's incomplete. So once I add a few things here and there I'll feel satisfied in showing my editor." She starts to put her pen and notes in her purse, seeing as that she wouldn't be needing it as of now.

"I know it's not much but I do appreciate even taking the time to sit down with me. I have a feeling that the more I questioned you, you were looking a bit uncomfortable."

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Margo was well aware of that fact. Ever since 2012, many different walks of life with many different powers had set foot in the city. However things had strangely calmed down. Without a word or rumor about Cecilia around she was just less worried, which could be a mistake of her part. She didn't know what she was capable of yet she was glad that she was out of her father's life. It did seem that the witch had vanished without a trance since that day.

"I will, but for now I want us to enjoy ourselves." She replied with a reassuring smile. "These people here have gotten great reviews when it comes to giving massages, I think you would feel amazing afterwards." Margo added just as she saw two ladies stand by who she assumed were the ones who were giving them a back massage. " hello ladies, please makes yourselves comfortable then we'll began." One of the women announced.

Margo also got settled on the table laying flat on her stomach. After getting comfortable, she didn't notice that loki did some type of spell that was a protection spell. While also one of the women were not human but in disguise and was able to manage to hide her true face from both loki and margo. "Is this your first time visiting?" The woman asked who's name tag read Lara. "Yeah, me and my friends first time." " well, how lovely..your in for a treat. " Lara said with a chipper voice as she starts to massage her back.

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Once more Loki sensed that trace of familiar magic but couldn't pinpoint it. She was becoming more certain that Cecilia was somewhere nearby however since it was happening a touch too often to be a coincidence.

Still Loki tried to relax as she felt one of the woman begin working on her back since the sorceress simply being in the area didn't mean they were actively in danger since she would think that the woman had better things to do than cause trouble for a random mortal reporter.

"I should probably warn you that I have some old injuries that cause my back muscles to knot up. Don't be afraid to push hard if you need to." Loki told the girl working on her with a wry smile. That wasn't the main reason she was all knotted up but it wasn't a lie either.

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Cecilia couldn't help but smile with a leer as she starts to massage her lower back, what loki and margo didn't know was that Cecilia was mind controlling the other woman who was massage Loki’s back while Cecilia was with margo who had her eyes closed briefly while she rub on the spot where she was the most tense at.

Cecilia had months of practice to operate the plan, which was to not get caught and take her revenge of both of loki and margo. She knew it would be so easy to ruin the reporter's life, after breaking up with her father months ago, it wasn't as easy as she planned but with loki around she couldn't risk having him ruin her stay here on earth.

Cecelia looks down to see that margo had on that damn protective spell necklace on. With a wave of her hand she quickly unclasp the chain and uttered a low chanting spell. Before she quickly snapped it back on.

"Oh don't worry I'll be very careful and thorough with your back miss north."