[Mage- Maisie] Too much walkin.
Maisie Rose, who was also Aeon, would not let it go. Despite being outmatched, outgunned, (and likely outclassed)she persisted. She'd known if Rose or this other individual had wanted them dead, the altercation would have gone entirely differently.
Still she had followed Ash, unwilling to leave him to whatever fate he leaped toward, and took Duo with her for backup. And now Duo had prepared to draw down on the familiar man with the gun, and we all stood, standoff-style, guns pulled eyes narrowed. So much so, that even when Ash pulls the itchy-fingered Duo away Maisie stayed behind.
"Why are you so familiar?"
"You should go now."
"Why are you so familiar?"
"This isn't the place for you."
Why are you so --"
The butt of the pistol clips the edge of her chin, as she dodges away - ouch. Even as he Speaks she is already being sent back to another place, an older place, where a little girl once met the man that would become her mentor, supervisor, and Father.
"Now we're even."
"Sonuvabitch.." Maisie blinks staring in the direction of where she last saw him. "Damn Papabear, that hurt more than i thought.." She rubs her jaw idly sinking onto the swing set. back and forth. Back and Forth. The heels of her boots kicking up stray pieces of gravel.
Finally the young hipster spits on the ground and storms off back in the direction of the strip club.
"Goddamn know-it-all always gotta be right."
Still she had followed Ash, unwilling to leave him to whatever fate he leaped toward, and took Duo with her for backup. And now Duo had prepared to draw down on the familiar man with the gun, and we all stood, standoff-style, guns pulled eyes narrowed. So much so, that even when Ash pulls the itchy-fingered Duo away Maisie stayed behind.
"Why are you so familiar?"
"You should go now."
"Why are you so familiar?"
"This isn't the place for you."
Why are you so --"
The butt of the pistol clips the edge of her chin, as she dodges away - ouch. Even as he Speaks she is already being sent back to another place, an older place, where a little girl once met the man that would become her mentor, supervisor, and Father.
"Now we're even."
"Sonuvabitch.." Maisie blinks staring in the direction of where she last saw him. "Damn Papabear, that hurt more than i thought.." She rubs her jaw idly sinking onto the swing set. back and forth. Back and Forth. The heels of her boots kicking up stray pieces of gravel.
Finally the young hipster spits on the ground and storms off back in the direction of the strip club.
"Goddamn know-it-all always gotta be right."