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exsiliumlogs2013-06-05 05:30 pm
thephix) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-05 05:30 pm
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[closed] I hacked my brain so I can't get upset anymore.
Date & Time: Backdated to a few days after the battle in Elmer's world
Location: Morgana's apartment
Characters: Morgana and Max
Summary: Ladies pls
Warnings: None yet, will update as necessary.
She looks a lot like Selene.
It echoes in her head, despite the fact they weren't spoken words, merely signed, but they're important enough to leave that resonance. This Morgana, whoever she is, apparently bears some resemblance to Adonis' sister, and that's a dangerous thing, when his sisters are such a point of weakness for him. It would be easier, too, if this woman looked like Phoebe, rather than the sister who'd curled her fingers around Max's wrist and kissed her so gently, because that makes Selene a weakness for her, too, and there's nothing she hates more than that. It makes her want to avoid Morgana, but if Adonis has had contact with her, then Max needs to investigate, to ensure that the woman isn't going to hurt him or lead him astray.
Morgana is a threat, simply because she looks like Selene, and that means Max has to swallow her own concern.
Room one-zero-six, he'd told her, and she finds her way there, now, wearing her own face instead of any disguise, despite her initial plan to never use this face around anything associated with the Initiative. Sacrifices have to be made, and she feels steadier as Max, which she has a feeling will be necessary, when confronted with a woman who looks like Selene.
She knocks sharply, a quick rap of her knuckles, before stepping back from the door to wait.
Location: Morgana's apartment
Characters: Morgana and Max
Summary: Ladies pls
Warnings: None yet, will update as necessary.
She looks a lot like Selene.
It echoes in her head, despite the fact they weren't spoken words, merely signed, but they're important enough to leave that resonance. This Morgana, whoever she is, apparently bears some resemblance to Adonis' sister, and that's a dangerous thing, when his sisters are such a point of weakness for him. It would be easier, too, if this woman looked like Phoebe, rather than the sister who'd curled her fingers around Max's wrist and kissed her so gently, because that makes Selene a weakness for her, too, and there's nothing she hates more than that. It makes her want to avoid Morgana, but if Adonis has had contact with her, then Max needs to investigate, to ensure that the woman isn't going to hurt him or lead him astray.
Morgana is a threat, simply because she looks like Selene, and that means Max has to swallow her own concern.
Room one-zero-six, he'd told her, and she finds her way there, now, wearing her own face instead of any disguise, despite her initial plan to never use this face around anything associated with the Initiative. Sacrifices have to be made, and she feels steadier as Max, which she has a feeling will be necessary, when confronted with a woman who looks like Selene.
She knocks sharply, a quick rap of her knuckles, before stepping back from the door to wait.
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The knock jerks her awake, making a hand reflexively go out and sending a glass of water crashing onto the floor loudly. She cruses underneath her breath, scrambling to her feet and struggles to breathe.
Someone is at the door, it is not Cat for Cat does not knock, frustrated she sends a glare at it yet moves to answer all the same. Whoever it was woke her from her nightmare, something she is thankful for, but they also woke her. Perhaps she is directing her anger for the dream at a person not at fault, it does not matter nor does she cares.
As such it is not with a smile that she opens the door to spy a blonde woman standing in front of it, one of Cat's friends perhaps? It is not likely, she would have heard of this one if she was. A stranger then, with no discernible reason to be standing before her.
"Yes?"
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"You really do look an awful lot like Selene," There's something tight in her chest, uncomfortable and painful with too many memories, some of them not even real, but none of that shows in her expression. This is almost dizzying, but she simply smiles faintly, politely, "I wanted to speak with you about Adonis."
It's unlikely that he's actually introduced himself as such, but she assumes Morgana is smart enough to put two and two together.
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"Adonis?" Donny. The realization comes quick and she breathes a laugh, soft and short, more of a gust of air than a laugh. The confusion disappears and her expression stills, focus shifting to look her over properly.
"Come inside." She will question him later, she thinks, when he comes by to use her bathroom. With a faint smile she steps aside, holding the door open for her and suddenly she wishes Nymeria was not out with Cat.
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"Thank you," The glance she casts around the room is much less scrutinizing than the one she gave Morgana, but she's noting all the little details, as she walks inside, not straying too far from the door, "I don't know if he spoke of me, but my name is Max Briest. Adonis and I are - friends."
The pause before the word is deliberate, the suggestion there might be something more to their relationship than just friends, because while she can't explain exactly how complex things are, she doesn't want Morgana to underestimate their relationship.
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"Yes, he has spoken of you." But friends? She remembers the sphinx adorning his skin, the confession leaving his mouth in whispered words. They are much more than that.
Calmly she sweeps by Max to the broken glass on the floor, bending down to pick up the larger pieces carefully. She could have used magic to fix it, but she lost that chance when she opened the door to Max. It is simpler to hide her gifts, allows her an advantage to abuse should she ever need it.
With the larger pieces in hand she moves to the bin, dropping them inside. "What exactly did you wish to talk about, Max?"
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Despite her cool politeness until now, there's genuine concern in her tone with that, as if she's worried she might have done something to potentially upset Morgana. It's mostly feigned, but there's-- She really does look like Selene, and that's a troubling thing. She can imagine how badly Donny's protective instincts must have kicked in with this woman's appearance, especially with what Max knows of Selene's history. She finds herself feeling similarly, even though she doubts Morgana needs protecting.
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She dares some honesty, idly making sure she had no cuts on her hands. She looks behind herself at Max, studying her face silently. The concern sounds genuine, but Morgana herself knows how easily one can fake concern. She had done it herself before, tricking all of Camelot that their daughter had returned to their arms.
"A simple accident."
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"He's a good man," Now she'll answer Morgana's question, and sometimes she might be inclined to call Donny a boy, when he can seem so young and naive, but now she's more concerned with giving the right impression, "And he cares deeply about his sisters, I don't want to see someone take advantage of that."
It's a warning, rather than an accusation; she doesn't want to suggest that Morgana has already taken advantage of his kindness, simply that she should be careful not to.
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"I know the depths of it, I have seen it with my own eyes." It is more than obvious to her when she is around him, he would defend her even if she did not wish it.
"You have no reason to be concerned." Morgana does not expect her to take her word, if their positions were reversed she is certain she would not take her word. Yet the lays the truth, raw and untouched by silken words twisting to her advantage.
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Still, there's something almost gentle in her tone, when she speaks next, "Then you understand why I'm going to be concerned regardless of reassurances," Not that she thinks Morgana can truly understand it, not when she doesn't know what happened to Selene.
Maybe she's being too honest, it's her concern for Adonis that Asteria always twists into her like knives, but sometimes honesty works best.
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She inhales, masking annoyance with a calm expression. She moves into the kitchen, picking idly at the clean counter before returning her gaze to Max.
"Is this the only reason you came here?" It is a dangerous move, she thinks, but she takes the chances. Allowing something more to slip past the mask she has perfected. A calculating intelligence, a fire burning beneath her skin. "You must have more reasons than that."
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No, that wouldn't do at all.
"I wanted to see you for myself," Because she looks so Selene, "He certainly wasn't exaggerating."
Like perhaps she thought he might be, when it had seemed so strange that a near perfect copy of Selene was walking around this city.
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Inhaling she looks to the door before her eyes flick back to Max.
"Did you know her?"
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The Casey siblings seem intent on getting under her skin, but she doesn't think about that, instead she smiles, as if sharing a secret.
"He said you'd help me, should something happen to him," The pause is a heavy silence, as she tilts her head to the side, regarding Morgana, "I'm not sure if he was right about that."
It's a risk, perhaps, to be so blunt about something that could be taken an insult, though it certainly isn't meant as one (helping strangers can be extremely foolish, after all). But she's curious to see what Morgana might say in response.
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He puts too much faith in her, she thinks, she could as easily turn this woman away and pretend she never saw her. In truth there is a dark place within her that whispers to do just that, but Morgana smiles slipping into shoes that now ill fit.
"He cares for you a great deal," There is a bitter taste in her mouth, "And I happen to be found of him." She stands on thin ice that could break at any moment, a dangerous position but one she is not unused to.
"If you are in dire need, I will do what I can. For his sake." Words are like smoke, easily spoken but never tangible, they can change at any moment or disappear with a simple gust of wind.
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But the words don't leave her lips, and maybe she's just judging Morgana by her own standards, because she'd lie if she was put on the spot in this way, too. Except she would help Morgana, if the woman needed it, and it wouldn't even have anything to do with the fact that she looks like Selene.
Neither does she give voice to the flicker of possessiveness that curls through her with the way Morgana talks about Adonis.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary," Even if something happens to Donny, it's not as though she can't survive on her own, "But the offer is appreciated, and the same one extends to you."
It's easy, to slip into formality with Morgana, and she wonders what the woman might make of that. Will she believe her?
Does it matter?
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"You have my thanks." Whether she believes it or not is hard to tell, her expressions says she does but her mind twists and turns the words around in hopes on finding falsities or hidden meanings.
Perhaps she means it? Morgana will not truly know until she becomes in need of aid. For the moment she can take her at her word.
"I will be sure to remember it."
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They're just playing this for the sake of playing it.
"Please do," So her tone is genuine, letting something like concern slip through, as she idly straightens the cuffs on her blouse. They're done with this conversation, she thinks, and she doesn't give Morgana time to respond to the first comment before she continues, "Thank you for speaking with me, I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time."
She's dismissing herself, to save Morgana from having to do it.