ANGEL OF THE WASTELAND.

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oc blog! maggie's aunt and oldest apex legend to date! so extremely many details available upon request!

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i’m playing maia in a thg server with some of my best buddies and oh the things it is revealing to me about her character

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bleeding heart romantic who loses all of the people she loved that way and closes herself off to new connections........... growl bark etc

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maia lost her light over a period of two decades and i think about it normal amounts

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btw since i'm talking about it... maia's done every single talon tattoo since the band was first formed. maggie's cheek tattoo? that's her baby!

she gives herself one the night before she's set to leave for the games, right below the one she got to honour maggie's parents <3

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maia ngata handshake haym.itch abernathy

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her shop/home literally burned down and she's got several substance dependencies about the deaths of her loved ones what do you want me to say

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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maia ngata handshake haym.itch abernathy

the everything about them

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* AIN'T A SOUL ALIVE THAT CAN HURT ME NOW.

an independent and private sideblog for original character maia ngata, conceived for and rooted in the apex leg.ends/titanfa.ll universe. non-rp blogs dni! [ follows back from @forsalvo. ]

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@forsalvo ∗ it's MAIA hours!!!

" MY ARMOUR SHOULD BE ABLE TO TANK IT. " thankfully, she spotted the greenish hue of glass through the low windows on the bunker's doors before any of them wandered too close. now shepard lowers his helmet over his, listening for the hiss as it locks into place, and he gives it a light upwards tug. just in case.

he knows better than to underestimate the potency of caustic's gas. he's seen the stuff eat through skin, clothes, metal. even now, something like mild nervousness churns his stomach as he eyes the doors. if nexus' armour manufacturers are worth the price they're paid, his should be reinforced enough to hold up against the gas ... or at least it should hold long enough to keep him breathing until he's resurfaced. the gas doesn't look especially concentrated — more like the lingering aftermath of a long-ago abandoned fight.

his gaze slides to maia ngata where she stands beside him, and his eyes glance over the blood drying thick into the fabric of her sleeve. come on, shepard. taking a walk through the bunker isn't the worst of what you've been through.

" i'll go in when you're far back enough ... do you need any supplies? — other than meds. " it's unlikely that anyone has passed through in ages. it's the perfect place to re-supply and to dig up any high quality weapons remaining ... if anything has survived the massacre that likely awaits him inside.

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SHE STILL HAD HER ARTIST'S EYE FOR DETAIL, even at seventy-two and counting; she knew colour and light and warfare, and those skills had always gone together for her, since as young as riding in her mother's sidecar across the plateau. maia knew a trap when she saw one. this arena itself struck her that way, harsh and unforgiving like the bonecage ... as unpatriotic a comparison as that might be.

as unpatriotic as any of this might be, or look. she hoped she came across - she hadn't let them change her, brand her, pretty her up for anything. like her niece, she met most interviewers with a deep scowl and little else.

she was still maia - just maia, like she'd told blisk when he'd asked, like it said on the promotional materials she hadn't wanted to do and the jacket she hadn't wanted to accept. she was too old and far too angry for masks of any kind. still, it was strange to be herself in this place, if important. [ it felt like giving them too much, but she had to stay true. she had to show the people back home, like maggie was, like fuse couldn't, that going to your grave whole was what mattered in the end. ]

... shepard was talking. asking her something important, actually. he didn't strike her as someone who talked much unless he needed to, and she could appreciate that more and more these days. she looked over her kit, wincing when the move agitated her arm. " could use a mag 'f ya find one. chur love; just be careful, yeah? ain't no shame in bailin' out if it keeps ya kickin'. "