07-07-2018, 05:22 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]If anything could convince Warringkingdoms that she did not have any control over her life, these past few weeks would have done it.
Margaery was possessed by a being that was unlikely to ever give up control. Bastille’s souls were coming out to play, which combined with his withdrawal issues made it nigh impossible to tell what she needed to do next. Cooper was working himself sick, to the point that she had to order him to stay in his room. She had absolutely no idea what was going on with Radeken, either, and whether the other medic was still around or had finally run off to join a drug ring.
Yet, despite everything going on that she struggled to keep up with, she did still have a modicum of control. She had a decent chance of finding a new Halo, one that she could actually trust. Several people were returning to her life. Despite everything, she was still alive and sane, and that alone counted for something.
Noticing Simon walking across the grass towards Genevieve, Rin sighed and followed him over. She had a feeling that this was going to spiral into a fight, one that she ought to diffuse as soon as possible. Maybe she could control this little sequence of events, at least.
Upon coming within a few feet, though, she could see that the older woman’s eyes were no longer crimson, but instead their normal gray.
”Thank the stars, you’re back,” Rin murmured, hurrying forwards and examining Margaery. Marg didn’t appear to be physically injured, but she would almost definitely have been impacted mentally by the whole ordeal. Furrowing her brows, Rin asked, ”What happened? How did you get her to leave?” Just asking “are you okay” seemed laughable; she would get a far better answer from listening to Marg talk about the situation than from any question she could ask about her mental state.
Margaery was possessed by a being that was unlikely to ever give up control. Bastille’s souls were coming out to play, which combined with his withdrawal issues made it nigh impossible to tell what she needed to do next. Cooper was working himself sick, to the point that she had to order him to stay in his room. She had absolutely no idea what was going on with Radeken, either, and whether the other medic was still around or had finally run off to join a drug ring.
Yet, despite everything going on that she struggled to keep up with, she did still have a modicum of control. She had a decent chance of finding a new Halo, one that she could actually trust. Several people were returning to her life. Despite everything, she was still alive and sane, and that alone counted for something.
Noticing Simon walking across the grass towards Genevieve, Rin sighed and followed him over. She had a feeling that this was going to spiral into a fight, one that she ought to diffuse as soon as possible. Maybe she could control this little sequence of events, at least.
Upon coming within a few feet, though, she could see that the older woman’s eyes were no longer crimson, but instead their normal gray.
”Thank the stars, you’re back,” Rin murmured, hurrying forwards and examining Margaery. Marg didn’t appear to be physically injured, but she would almost definitely have been impacted mentally by the whole ordeal. Furrowing her brows, Rin asked, ”What happened? How did you get her to leave?” Just asking “are you okay” seemed laughable; she would get a far better answer from listening to Marg talk about the situation than from any question she could ask about her mental state.
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