#mackenzie | interactions

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James holds up a case of soda in one hand and holds out a cold bottle to her as well as soon as she lets him in. "Hey, Kenz. How's it going?"

"My hero," she sighed with a smile, taking the bottle. "I'm... alive. Could be worse, really. What about you?"

Had been worse. Though she still felt so... Hollow. Empty inside. She had since the day she almost killed the man that ruined her life. It came and went in waves, but...

"One of my coworkers has taken to trying to convince me I need an allergy dog. She had to slap a donut out of my hand the other day because I wasn't paying attention and it had cinnamon on it."

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Art and Areli both rush to Mackenzie's front door and knock, probably a bit too over excited at the notion of knocking as a whole. Pity follows closely behind, sighing softly at the two of them. "Guys, I think that's more than enough. Half the town probably knows you're here."

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Mackenzie looked up, going over to the door and pulling it open. "Hey, come on in. She's in the living room with the baby." She looked over at Pity, sighing. "Thank you. Really. She's been freaking out over her kids."

In the living room, the other Mackenzie looked up quickly, having heard familiar footsteps. She carefully set Nick down in the makeshift couch crib the two of them had put together, preparing to absolutely smother her children in affection.

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Blink.

Sip.

Blink.

Check handgun.

Sip.

Blink.

Mackenzie had spent the entire night posted on duty, feet curled up in her chair, Bruno laying on the floor next to her just as alert as his person, Saskia patrolling windows.

She glanced at the invitation on the table beside her, then looked back at the door. She'd unlocked it so that her friends could come in when they got there, but it didn't make her feel any more or less safe.

How could she possibly feel safe knowing he'd been in her home?

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Mackenzie took a deep breath. She knew they were there. They'd figured out their positioning already before they got there, thanks to Sam and Sylvia. But she couldn't fight the pit in her stomach.

The oracle slowly opened the door, stepping into the vacant, slightly decript home. She glanced around, breathing slow. She knew not to let her guard down, but even this was...

He was here somewhere. He had to be.

"Well, aren't you all grown up?"

Mackenzie tensed, looking around. She didn't see him anywhere, but he could see her.

Sam stayed in his spot below the window to the living room, shotgun ready, looking towards Nick and raising an eyebrow. The wizard had heard something inside, but couldn't make anything out. He just hoped Alec was exactly where they wanted him to be.

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Title: Here

Muses: Liam, Mackenzie

Liam huffed and groaned, pacing along the walls of the room, claws clicking on the floor. The wolfblood hated being so stressed, and hated that it made him shift, hated even more that he couldn't shift back.

"Liam, he'll be back soon," Mackenzie sighed, rocking back and forth where she sat on the floor. "I don't know where he is, or when he left, but I know he'll be back, okay?"

Liam whined. He sat by the door, scratching at it with one paw.

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James knocks on the door, the bag hanging off his arm as he calls in. "Kenz, it's me."

Mackenzie pried herself from the couch, wrapped in her fluffy black bathrobe, opening the door for James. "Hi," she croaked, voice akin to a decades-long chainsmoker on their fifth pack of the day. "Thank you."

The oracle sniffled and rubbed her eyes, going to sit back down on the couch.

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Joe looked up, spotting Mackenzie walking in the door and towards the table her friends were at. The alien whistled to James and wordlessly slid a bottle of Jameson down the counter towards him.

"Let the party begin," Mackenzie sighed, plopping into a seat at the table, wincing at Jackie's expression. "Ouch. You weren't kidding."

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Title: To The Left

Muse: Mackenzie

Mackenzie's eyes shined gold. What? What was that? Something, whatever it was, and it was fast. And... hmm... She blinked the gold away, sighing and grabbing one of her books.

"Take a step to the left, Grayson," the Oracle said, without looking over at him. "Don't question it. Just trust me. Left."

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