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Marilyn had a habit of showing up late to the fray, despite her presence that lurked in the darkened corners of the ethereal snowstorm for hours that felt like days. She had existed as a mere grunt, recommended to exist on the sidelines serving as support and reconnaissance for the grand scheme due to her old, rotting age- something that had left a bitter taste in her mouth, even if most would consider it the wisest option. But she needed to build respect with the younger generations, the same respect she ultimately craved. If that's what she needed to die having said she was one with camaraderie, devoid of loneliness, so be it.[break][break]
The ground shook plentiful times as she remained in her previous safe haven, a nook in the frozen trees about half of a mile away or so. She spent it churning at a warm stew, giggling, sneezing, yawning,
letting her ghosts dance to pass the time. Hell, she even shared her brews with nameless rockets that made an early retreat through the trees, their bodies all torn up. It was starting to feel comfortable, listening to the comms and being able to say she did something, even if it was small. But it soon changed when she heard a familiar voice upon the speaker,
THEO BECKETT, order a retreat. Go time.[break][break]
A hefty strapping onto the belly of the Golurk, Ludwig, and spectral flight led her to where the tongue of the dragon had yet to unfold its final fate of the future. Despite how dark it had seemed, she figured she would be dead sooner than any of its previous claims could come to truly exist- if she was unlucky or her body was to fail her, that is. As the two descended from the skies, she got a look at all the mythological beasts that shone plentiful shadows throughout the gale. So that's what legends looked like, huh? The one that looked like a mountain pissed her off a tad, that had to be none other than the big guy, Kyurem. But what were all the other things, the mechanical constructs that trampled over the lifeless bodies of so many?[break][break]
She was the tiniest bit scared, yet her ventures into The Border and facing off against its vestigial fire spirit made her quite desensitized. And she had faith in Ludwig, just as she did all the other masked-up souls that she had the pleasure of being on the same side of; it was a companion of hers since her adolescence, and she knew it better than any other soul that was granted the ability to survive.
"Is this thing working?" She said into her communication system, gargled, partially muffled by the snow and elderly heaving.
"Help is on the way, dears! Matcha."[break][break]
Bracing the best she could as the Golurk slammed its steel legs into the snow rapidly, her face was brought to a grimace at the sound of crunching, veiled by her mask resembling a statue. Some of those mechanical beasts were brought to electronic rubble, maybe a person or two.
"Oopsie." She smiled, satisfied in thinking of all the bones she'd be able to collect when this was all said and done. Catching a glimpse of
Elisabeth Fiorelli with her instruction, she made sure to steer clear. But she seemed tied up.. at least she was safe, as she adored her. Saying hi or helping could wait until she needed it.[break][break]
Hopefully, the same could be said about the dog,
Hitoshi Inoue. She worried for him, ultimately much more than she worried for herself; she was able to stay on that mechanical bull ride at the fair that came to the prison grounds for over five minutes when she was fifty-nine, she figured this wouldn't be nearly as difficult to prosper through.
THEO BECKETT Elisabeth Fiorelli (cc:
Hitoshi Inoue)[break][break]
NOTES
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MASKED & OPERATING UNDER CODENAME 'MATCHA'[break]
- spent most of the time all the fates had been told on the outskirts of the silent icelands, providing reconaissance, mucky stew, and tea.[break]
- but then she hears
THEO BECKETT's call for the retreat! she wants to help with that![break]
- straps onto her golurk's belly and flies in! sees all the mythological beasts.. and the mechanical fuckers! kyurem pisses her off bc its big and ugly.[break]
- is a little scared(?) but pretty desensitized due to the moltres in the border.[break]
- announces her arrival on the comms![break]
- abruptly lands and smashes some iron swords with the golurk toesies. and sees/listens to
Elisabeth Fiorelli, she loves her fr fr.[break]
- hopes
Hitoshi Inoue is okay </3 she doesn't see him (and doesn't know he's on the other side of the chasm!)