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[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

[b]"Well this certainly wasn't my intention."

The words followed a quick sigh, blue gray eyes sweeping over the railroad gate with minimal interest. She was tired and distant and still incredibly bothered by her most recent interaction with her father and such showed on her face. Stress had dragged her away from the Ascendants and on an extended walk and now she was here, struggling to understand why her paws had decided to bring her to the Typhoon of all places. It was a change in pace though, and as much as she hated to admit it, the sound of the waves and jungle beckoned her in with open arms. Every territory save the Ascendants had presented her with something that intrigued her, whether that be the chill of Snowbound, the darkness of Tanglewood, or the sea and its promises within the Typhoon. They all urged her to come and join them but the Ascendants had her flowers and it had Suiteheart and Bast and Hazel and everyone else she cared about- she'd never leave them.

Even if she sometimes thought about stepping away from life a bit.

Idly, she wondered if Lilyspoise was around. She had not heard from her daughter in an extended period of time but had opted to give her space. Bastilleprisoner had taken her memories away for a reason, who was she to infringe upon the desires of her eldest child? She supposed she could just sit and wait for someone to come across her. She really didn't possess any desire to seek anyone out because, well, she was Margaery Mikaelson and still carried with her the slightest of entitlement complexes. She might not be a queen in the political world, but she still fit the description of one in every other realm. "Perhaps I'll find here a much needed distraction," She paused, laying down, "That or a good nap."

At this point, she'd take either.

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[ROSEMARY]

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Roses, in general, never appeared anywhere near the Typhoon's territory; this plant seemed less suited to the tropical climate as the indigenous species on the island. She knew literally nobody in the pirate group that liked to garden, either; this made her inclined to think, as she studied the trail of bright red roses, that this oddity required investigation. Sniffing the air, she realized the perfume of the roses covered most of the scents in the area; an unintended side-effect, she supposed, and started following the path with a briskness to her steps.

Though the ocelot fared poorly in combat, she doubted she needed to be too wary about this - even if this trail led to an intruder, she doubted any outright danger. After all, clearly this lack of stealth with flowers of all things, implied a certain lack of violence. Drawing in closer, she started to pick out the scents now that she got closer to the intruder; though she knew little about other groups, she guessed the smells seemed more like the Ascendants than anything else. Frowning slightly to herself, she remembered Snowbound happened as their only ally right now; with an unsteady peace with one group her half-brother seemed to despise on principle. But, not politically minded, she never bothered to pry into the current and past animosities of her new home. Besides, this intruder might not strictly want to intrude; the roses littered the railroad tracks, which acted as a tactically important border and nothing else.

Coming up behind the domestic feline, the ocelot flicked her forked tail as she looked at the slightly smaller cat; she certainly smelled strongly of the Ascendants, if that scent belonged to the Ascendants anyway. "What brings you to the Typhoon?" she asked, doubting the stranger wanted to join when she clearly belonged to another group.

Rosemary, herself, smelled strongly of her own group - though she smelled most strongly of plants now, with her satchel full of them. She usually left the territory only for gathering her materials, so she never really encountered visitors or joiners this far out; Margaery's spur of the moment visit made her the first stranger the witch met at these gaits, aside from Rosemary's own joining. "I'm Rosemary - would you mind telling me how you're growing these roses everywhere?" she added, finding it polite to give her own name, even as she asked a potentially intrusive question about the other's magic.

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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In the few minutes that Margaery had entirely to herself, she pondered the circumstances that had led her to taking this walk. Suite's transition had been an unwelcome one not because she wished to see her very-mortal wife perish, but because it had been at her father's hand that she had almost done so. He had been incredibly careless with his attempt to murder her this time around and that, the chocolate point had realized, had been her only saving grace. Had Nik chosen to have been a bit more thorough, she'd perhaps consider herself a widow at this point. She was lucky, yes, but not necessarily happy about the situation. Vampirism was a curse and now her precious wife would live with the affliction for... well... the rest of her now immortal life.

As troubled as she was, the moment a voice cut through her air (and her thoughts), she fixated her attention once more upon reality, a gleam of curiosity now dancing within stormy blue eyes. While she knew that she was currently situated upon the Typhoon's border, she hadn't actually expected to be greeted by anybody. Some small and naive part of her had just assumed that she could rest here for however long she liked, enjoying the salty smell of the sea and the way that the wind ruffled her fur. Margaery knew that it had been stupid of her to believe such, but refused to beat herself up too badly. She had questions to answer, after all.

[b]"Admittedly," She began in that smooth voice hers, "My walk turned out to be a little longer and farther away than I expected." Her words did not betray any of her internal struggle, as carefully offered and honeyed as usual. She even attempted a small smile in Rosemary's direction, figuring that it would at least be in her best interest to be pleasant. The Typhoon and the Ascendants were not exactly allies, but they weren't enemies either. Her daughter lived here too - at least she thought she did anyways. It had been a terribly long time since she had heard any word of Lilyspoise and after discovering the source and reason for amnesia, had willingly decided to stay away anyways. Her child obviously didn't wish to speak to her if she didn't wish to remember her, Margaery knew that much.

"It's nice to meet you, Rosemary," Continued the Cosmic General, "My name is Margaery Mikaelson." At her next inquiry, the chocolate point glanced down, pausing only to stare adoringly at her roses. "Well you see, I have a defective power so roses constantly bloom wherever I walk. It's a part of me now, I suppose," She explained lightly, carefully plucking one to inspect it closer. "I do hope I'm not infringing upon anything, I've just been a bit... troubled as of late and needed a distraction."

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