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Misfits

Maggie was sitting in a park under a tree writing in her diary. She was new in town and once again new at the school. This and the fact that she didn't interacted much with the others and kept more to herself led to the point that the other kids liked to pick on her, calling her weird and strange.

She didn't cared. She was used to it being the new girl at school and she was used to being treated that way. It wasn't like she tried to be this 'mysterious girl' with secrets how they called her, or to be the stuff from which horror stories were made of. She just didn't liked talking to people that much.

Maggie preferred the silence and being by herself so there were fewer things that could trigger her, or more that could trigger what was slumbered inside her, always trying to break free. It was better this way, safer. For everyone.

She was so engrossed in her writing that she didn't noticed the people around her or what was happening around her.

@azuresrp

"None of what you're saying makes any sense!" She repeated again before her eyes followed his hand. Maggie raised an eyebrow and frowned in confusion, wondering what he was up to now. She barely had time to think before he had already had made a little card appear. Her mouth fell open slightly when she saw that, just for a millisecond before she regained her composure and collected herself again.

Maggie's eyes remained fixed on his hand and the small card as he took it down again and handed her the card. Just as confused as before, she looked up from the card and into his eyes. "What's that?" She asked as if she couldn't already guess what it was, as she slowly took the card from his hand and took a closer look at it.

The word Avengers was written in capital letters on it and his name Henry P. McCoy underneath. The moment she read this she heard him say 'Mama McCoy'. "McCoy…" She whispered more to herself and looked back at Hank, who was now kneeling in front of her and giving his Oscar-worthy performance. This sight and this act would definitely have made her laugh again if her head hadn't been somewhere else.

Her thoughts were literally circling around the name McCoy when a sudden pain went through her head, followed by scattered fragments of memories that were too blurry to really identify. Maggie touched her head briefly before rubbing her eyes, sort of trying to stop the images as she held the card out to Hank again.

That was ridiculous, McCoy was certainly a common name. For sure that meant absolutely nothing.

"Okay… fine...! You win…" She said quietly, finally giving in. "I'll go with you…"

closed starter with @spideymn

It was already dark outside and the people around were already about to leave to get back home.

Only Maggie still stood at the place standing infront the giant christmas tree the city had placed there, looking up and starring at the tree. It was frezing outside but Maggie wasn't really dressed for this kind of weather. She had no jacket, hat, scarf or gloves or anything else that protected you from the cold wind and wet weather.

After the last people had left Maggie thought she was alone at the place, not realizing that there was another boy who also hadn't left yet.

All in all, you could say they had been successful in their mission, they had defeated some of HADES staff so that they could no longer cause any further harm. However, Maggie still wasn't completely satisfied or happy with what they had achieved. The men she had hoped to finally stop were not there like always. It almost seemed they had just disappeared into nothingness.

Somehow this had already thought so that she wouldn't find them there. They had probably died the day the lab was destroyed and even if they were still alive they would never be so stupid as to get caught so easily. And yet it still made her angry to know that they still could be running around freely.

Maggie had been silent the entire time since they left the building. The fight wasn't particularly difficult, it was just the number of opponents that was so exhausting. Maggie had followed Kwannon to the bar in silence and as she looked around Maggie couldn't help but think that under normal circumstances she would have no business being in a place like this. But what was normal anyway?

As soon as they sat down, Maggie heard Kwannon ordering two drinks before she felt her hand on her shoulder and Kwannon's question brought Maggie out of her thoughts. She shrugged as she starred into her drink. "I don't know." She answered honestly, "I thought this would feel more like a success. That it would feel… better... But it doesn't feel like anything at all."

"Why should I be lying with telling you to be carefull?" Maggie asked. It didn't really made any sense for her. She could have understood if she had told her to follow her or anything like that but she only had told Shiori to take care of herself.

Maggie then smiled slightly "You want my name? Now why should I trust you to tell you my name?" She then let out a sigh.

"Fine. You want names? I give you names. Beware of the Boogeyman because he's coming for you." She said. It might have sounded like a joke, a scary story that was told to children so that they would behave, but Maggie's expression told her, this wasn't a joke, she was serious.

"He's after you and he won't rest before he got you. He's working for an organization called HADES. An organization that hunts people with 'special abilities' and kidnaps them."

"I'm not sure if green fur would suit you," Maggie laughed and shook her head. "And you as the Grinch? Hard to imagine," she grinned and looked back at Hank. "You'd always have to put on a grumpy face and I'm not sure you could do that as much as you're always smiling."

Her grin faded again as Maggie frowned slightly after she saw Hank's thoughtful expression and sensed that something seemed to be bothering him. She was unsure whether she should ask or not. On the one hand, it felt like it was none of her business, but on the other hand, she couldn't just ignore it. Before she could decide whether it would be better to talk to him about it or not, he had put on his usual smile again, but it immediately disappeared again while Hank averted his gaze.

Maggie could clearly feel the emotions going through him again. She felt the pain and sadness as if they were her own emotions. This time, however, she didn't think so much and simply reached out to place her hand on his. Still sitting on the floor next to Hank, she looked up at him and gave him a small smile in an attempt to comfort him while sending a feeling of warmth and comfort through his body. "It's okay. I know how that feels," she said in a comforting voice but decided to not say much more about this.

It was crazy, the way Maggie was smiling at Hank right now, made her look exactly like Edna when she was always smiling.

Then Maggie nodded when Hank talked about keeping it their secret, that he was eating like a 'beast'. With a gesture of her hand she indicated that she sealed her mouth with a key and then threw the key away before she grinned sheepishly and scratched her temple in embarrassment.

"I… don't know how to play such games..."

Closed starter @theshxdxw

Maggie sneaked slowly and quietly through the corridors of this old warehouse. She had received information that pointed to HYDRA and HADES. Clues that she now followed up on. If this was true, then it was her job to stop the two organizations.

Under no circumstances would she let them continue to act freely and abuse others for their own purposes. With a gun in her hand, she quietly entered a room from which she had heard noises and pointed the gun at the stranger in front of her.

"Freeze!" She said in a calm voice, her eyes fixed on the stranger who had his back to her.

Cont. (x) (x) (x) @positivelybeastly

Maggie shrugged with her shoulders "Don't know... All the people in this city are kinda... annoying. It's always so loud and hectic. Besides... I know how much you miss your parents. So I thought... well... You know. I mean... You don't have to come. I can go alone."

There was a reason Maggie always hid away from large crowds. Until now she had stayed at places that were abonded, places where not a single soul went, places where most people probably didn't even knew they existed.

Maggie had lived away from civilization for so long that she found it strange to be around people. It felt like she didn't really belong. The fact that the Avengers constantly talked about contacting child protective services certainly didn't make it any easier for her to feel like she belonged here. It wasn't like she didn't understand why they had to do that. As far as they knew she could be a runaway, a rebellious child who ran away from home. Of course it was their duty to contact child protective services.

They never discussed it infornt of her but they didn't had to. She knew what they were thinking and she would rather run away than to go with the child protective services. And maybe it was exactly this what she tried to do. Run away. Just like she always did when things seemed to get dangerous for her.

Maggie didn't know how long the Avengers would let Hank placate them before they made the call.

Maggie just shrugged her shoulders. He was probably right in what he said. She probably just needed to get out more, to face more of what she was always hiding and running away from, but she wouldn't admit it. It was much easier to just keep barricading herself behind closed doors and avoiding this matter than to face it all and learn to control everything that was going on inside her. However, she was sure that she would always prefer the quiet idyll to the hectic city.

"Maybe…" she finally said. "It's just not easy to get used to all of this." In the laboratory, where she spent most of her life, they hadn't really prepared her for living in a big city. For as long as she could remember, she had been isolated from the outside world. She didn't exist outside the labs and the world outside didn't existed for her. Even when she finally escaped, she remained hidden. For her it was a miracle that she stayed here so long. Maggie was always on the move and never stayed in one place for too long.

Maggie raised her eyebrow and grinned crookedly as she suddenly saw him jump out of the room like a bouncy ball that had been thrown too hard onto the floor. After Hank disappeared through the door, Maggie also got up to pack her things, not that she had much to pack. Everything she owned fit into one bag, which was always packed in case she had to suddenly and quickly disappear. All she had to do was grab her bag and leave immediately.

It took a while for the captain to be persuaded to let Hank and Maggie go, but in the end he had no chance against Hank's great persuasive skills. Maggie wasn't surprised, after all he had managed to persuade her to come here with him with practically no problem. So it happened that they had been in Colorado for several days now.

Maggie sat in front of the fireplace and had been quiet for a while as she stared thoughtfully into the fire.This was nothing new for her. If you knew her for more than a few hours, you already knew she did this often, starring thoughtfully into the distance or things. How long was she now living with Hank and the others? And still she hadn't told them anything about her. Nothing about who she was or where she came from. All they knew was that she was a girl named Mara which of course, wasn't exactly right.

"Hank...?" She finally broke the silence. "Can I tell you something? But you have to promise not to get mad…" She said quietly and carefully as she grabbed her right wrist, something she always did when she was unsure or afraid of something.

"I wasn't completely honest with you…" She added after a short pause, but didn't look in his direction and instead continued to stare into the fire.

"'Hoi polloi'?" Maggie repeated confused and tilted her head as she raised an eyebrow. She had never heard of one of her father's friends named Tess. Then again she barely had heard of any of his friends and she also never really asked.

For a moment, Maggie looked her up and down, keeping her distance just in case Tess wasn't really who she said she was. After a few seconds, Maggie looked up into Tess's eyes again. The woman in front of her didn't seem to be lying or she was just very good at hiding it.

Even if Maggie was good at reading others she still had her weaknesses and could be deceived. "I'm Maggie," she finally said in a calm but careful tone. She rarely told strangers her real name right away, but if Tess was a friend of her father's, it wouldn't make any sense to give her a fake name.

Maggie gave him a little smile. "I'm glad you like it," she said quietly. She was very relieved that she had found the right gift for him, even though she barely knew him. Of course she was aware that the thought alone was what counted, but it was still nicer if the recipient actually liked what they got.

Of course, Maggie could have taken the easy way out and just tried to read his mind, but she thought it would be rude to simply snoop into someone else's mind.

"Uhm… I also got some cake, it's downstairs in the kitchen if you want… But I didn't know how old you'd be so I just put a random number of candles on it…"

closed starter: @defextivelernaean

It had been almost a week since Maggie found out about Finn's birthday. Well 'found out' more or less. It wasn't like she did it on purpose, but sometimes the people's voices got so loud that her shield just failed and she couldn't really block out the voices anymore.

That's what happened with Finn, who had been thinking more often about this coming day lately.

Maggie was aware of the fact that they hadn't known each other that long or that well and if she was honest, she had no idea what to get him. Of course she could have tried to read it, but she still had respect for the privacy of others and there was nothing more private than the own thoughts. So Maggie had to guess. But in the end it's the thought that counts after all.

Slowly Maggie approched Finn, as she cleared her throat to get his attention before she handed him a box of pralines with a pendant that could be put on a necklace, bracelet or key chain, depending on what he preferred. Beside this, was a card that said 'Happy Birthday'. "I... uh... kinda found out it's your birthday. I know it's not much and I don't even know if you like chocolate but happy birthday anyway."

Closed starter @thissquirrelgirl

Maggie walked through the streets on her way to the park when she suddenly heard a quiet squeak. She paused briefly and cocked her head to the side before walking in the direction of the noise to see what it was. When she got to the source of the noise, she saw a little squirrel desperately running back and forth in a barrel, trying to get out.

"Aw, hey little fella." Maggie greeted him with a friendly voice so as not to scare the little animal even further. "How did you get in there, hm? Can't get out out of there again?" She continued to speak calmly while she pulled a few nuts out and carefully placed them in the barrel with the squirrel. "You must have been in there for a while now…" she murmured as she gently petted the squirrel.

Slowly but surely, Maggie gained the animal's trust and carefully lifted it out of its prison. "There you go," Maggie whispered and brought the squirrel near a tree where she put it down. "Now you're free again."

Maggie placed a few more nuts next to the squirrel, which it quickly collected before the squirrel gave Maggie one last look and then ran away. With a smile, Maggie looked after the squirrel as she saw it running towards a girl. A girl with a… squirrel tail?

"You can use my hand," Maggie suggested as she made waving motions with her hand and looked up at her father. As she lay on his bed, she tried to catch his hand with her feet again. A trait she clearly picked up from her father, who often used his feet to do certain things, even though her feet weren't quite as flexible as his, let alone as big as his. "And don't forget: pancakes with blueberries!" She pointed it out to him, raising her finger to make it clear that the blueberries were essential and particularly important and should not be forgotten or missed under any circumstances.

With a cheeky giggle, she curled up in Hank's blanket as he corrected her about the two weeks. "Two weeks in your world, in mine it was only two days," she insisted, rolling over with the blanket to snuggle up to Hank. "I slowed down time so we can play much more and cuddle and read books and watch movies and dance and sing… and do experiments!" She stumbled over the word experiments again, while she counted all the things she liked to do with Hank on her fingers.

Not that she actually took part in his bigger and dangerous experiments. But whenever there was something she could help with, she was his first little helper, ready in full spirit and in laboratory protective clothing that was way too big for her. Even if she didn't really need it, the feeling had to be right after all and that included the right clothes. It also didn't help that Maggie loved dressing up and would never miss any opportunity to do so.

While she snuggled up to Hank and listened to his suggestion, she put her legs on his once more and grabbed his hand, with which he had pushed her finger down, to play with it, before letting go shortly afterwards. "Hmmmmm," she tapped her lips thoughtfully and squinted her eyes as if that would make thinking easier.

"Deal!" She then answered after a few seconds and held out her hand to him to seal the deal. Even though the sparkle in her eyes, before her masterful acting performance, had already shown that she would had accepted his compromise right away. But of course she had to make everything a little more dramatic. Where else would the fun be after all?

Maggie grinned back with a grin that clearly rivaled Hank's as she happily danced back and forth while continuing to play with Hank's fingers. "🎶 I am the best bard, I am the best bard. And you the best artificer! 🎶" she sang happily, struggeling with the word artificer first and kept pulling on his fingers as if they were dancing to her singing. As she finished her little song, she put his paw back on her head, grinning up at him. "And your hand is now my hat." she giggled excited.

Then she crawled off his lap and threw herself on the bed next to him, making a big stretch. She then tilted her head and frowned, giggling. "Not true. It wasn't two weeks, just two days," she tried to argue while holding up two fingers. If Hank didn't already know better, Maggie's cheeky giggle and grin would have definitely put her off, knowing it wasn't the truth.

Nevertheless, she was very sure that she had come across as more than just convincing. She certainly completely ignored the look that Hank gave her, knowing full well that it definitely wasn't just two days.

"Three scoops!" She then tried to convince him, and now showed three fingers instead of two to emphasize her words again. "And what about the chocolate sauce and whipped cream?" She asked innocently but still with her cheeky grin.

It was definitely worth a try.

Meme Starter: "Does that make me evil?" (x) @aapothic

"Actually, yeah... kind of." Maggie answered after a few seconds of silence. The question didn't came out of nowhere.

She had just seen how Shiori once again had tried to use her abilities to get her way. Even though Shiori might have seen it differently, Maggie wasn't okay with using their gifts like that every time they wanted something and with that robbing people of their own will just so they could do whatever they wanted them to do.

And once again they had a discussion over this, and once again Shiori had a different opinion about it, just like it always went down when they talked about this matter. Then the question suddenly came up: 'Does that make me evil?'

At first Maggie didn't wanted to admit it.

Even though the two of them often disagreed, Maggie still liked Shiori as a person and in a way she could understand her. But she also couldn't deny that what Shiori did was, in Maggie's eyes, the behavior of a bad person, so she had to be honest.

"I do think if you always use your abilities just to make people whatever you want... It kinda makes you a bad person. I know you're not, at least not really. But that's how I see it: Only bad people try to force their will on others."

Meme Starter: "You are allowed happiness." (x) @aapothic

'You are allowed happiness' This words rang through Maggie's head over and over again. Maybe the girl in front of her was right, maybe she did deserved happiness. But sometimes, when the memories got a hold of her, it didn't felt like it. So many souls lost, and so many because of her.

Yes she was young, yes she was forced to do what she had done, yes she lost controll over herself and her body and yes in the end it had been the Darkness inside her, who used her, controlled her.

But none of this changed the fact, that Maggie blamed herself for what had happened. Even if she had been young, only a child herself who couldn't controll her abilities and most of all the Darkness, it still was her body that caused all of that.

And the worst, she even had absored the souls of them. Sometimes when it got silent, she could hear their screams, feel their pain and agony, their fear... Maggie and those souls were conected through the absorption, all those souls lived inside her, more beings who shared one body, more beings she had to fight and suppress in order to keep control over her body, knowing they were only there because of her.

In the eyes of those who didn't know the whole truth, she was even considered something of a heroine. The kid who brought down such a terrible organization all by herself at such a young age... If they only knew.

How could she allow herself to be happy?

Maggie lowered her head and looked at her hands. "Maybe... but I don't know how... Not after everything that happened..." Then she looked up again and at Shiori "Besides, you could say that to yourself too, you know? But you would probably answer just the same like I did now, am I right?"

"You never watched a movie?" Maggie asked. There was no mockery or anything like that in her voice, just curiosity and possibly a little confusion, she had thought of him to be someone who also liked to watch movies. She then laughed slightly at Ryan's reasoning for naming a crow 'Raven'. "That's definitely a way to mess with people, I have to say."

She watched the crows again for a moment before turning back to Ryan. "Well then, I'm curious to hear what other names you have up your sleeve. You can tell me about them while we're swinging," she laughed again and pointed over as she started to walk over to the swings. "I'm sure it will be fun and interesting. Let's see which one of us can get higher."

As she got to the swings, she immediately sat down on one of them and looked at Ryan, waiting for him to sit down too and for both of them to start swinging at the same time.

Misfits

Maggie was sitting in a park under a tree writing in her diary. She was new in town and once again new at the school. This and the fact that she didn't interacted much with the others and kept more to herself led to the point that the other kids liked to pick on her, calling her weird and strange.

She didn't cared. She was used to it being the new girl at school and she was used to being treated that way. It wasn't like she tried to be this 'mysterious girl' with secrets how they called her, or to be the stuff from which horror stories were made of. She just didn't liked talking to people that much.

Maggie preferred the silence and being by herself so there were fewer things that could trigger her, or more that could trigger what was slumbered inside her, always trying to break free. It was better this way, safer. For everyone.

She was so engrossed in her writing that she didn't noticed the people around her or what was happening around her.

@azuresrp

Spa Holiday

“I’m sorry buddy but I can’t take you with me.” Zack said apologetically as he stuffed his swim trunks into his travel bag. Buster was sitting on his Master’s bed, his arms folded in front of his large chest and wearing a rather forlorn and upset frown on his face. It was an expression that the blade did not often wear. Zack watched him for a moment, feeling bad. It was as if he had just kicked a golden retriever. “Look...you are going to be fine, I promise. I’m sorry but...I’ve been trying to get shore leave for months and the company isn’t going to pay for you to go too.”

Buster just looked away. His master knew that wasn’t true. He didn’t need to be paid for. He could go in sword form, he didn’t have to eat and he didn’t need a place to sleep.

“Come on...please...don’t be upset.” Zack answered as he zipped up his back. “You have my account code so you can use whatever money you need, after all, some of it is yours anyways. I’ll be back in a week. Just...try to be good okay?” he gave him an apologetic smile and headed out the door.

Buster sat for a long moment, still wearing a frown on his face. Zack wasn’t like Angeal...Zack didn’t fall for Buster’s pouting or his rare fits of displeasure. He supposed that is what he liked about him...even though it did not play in his favor.

He stood and walked out of their quarters and into the common room. It was quite and it made him unease. Buster really didn’t like being alone...he wasn’t accustomed to it. And what if something happened to his Master? What if he didn’t come back either like Angeal? What if he got attacked? What was his master suppose to do without him? Fight with an umbrella?

Now feeling left behind and abandoned, the blond sat down in the middle of the floor, trying to figure out what to do next.

@argentumexitium

"They all survived, and... well, if it wasn't for Jaybird, I wouldn't be here," she admitted happily. "I'm sorry she let you down, but... she was carrying a lot in her heart... or... core? Well... she had a lot of hurt. She put me back together so she wouldn't be lonely."

Tessa smiled somberly thinking about all the sacrifices J made for her in both of her lives. "She would have followed you to the ends of the galaxy because she loved me,"

[SYS//: direct_message_request ("Fractal")]

I appreciate your cooperation

Here are the coordinates

You may bring a friend or weapon if you feel threatened

Simply follow the music :3

-|-|-|-

The coordinates seemed to lead to a long abandoned foundry, above ground and near the Cabin Fever labs, if you truly wish to investigate...

She loaded up her messenger bag with a couple vials of flavoured oil, a drone first aid kit, and brought some welding goggles, JUST in case of sentinels before she flew off to where the pine trees were, just beyond the ridge. She landed near the foundry and listened.

"I promised her that she'd be safe, and have friends, and a big sister... well, me, to keep her safe."

The drone's pale blue eyes looked down, filling with tears as she admitted, "It lasted for a little while, and then... Mother demanded I keep you... her... locked up," she rubbed her gauntlets, remembering the shackles on her wrist when she wasn't allowed out of her room.

"I didn't want to, but, I too was caged... it doesn't make it right. And... I disobeyed the order to stay away from the gala... The last thing I saw was blood everywhere... Jaybird hesitating, and I heard screaming... I was calling out for my parents, and then I felt..." she touched her neck... she hiccuped sadly, "I heard a snapping sound and then it went dark."

[SYS//: direct_message_request ("Fractal")]

I appreciate your cooperation

Here are the coordinates

You may bring a friend or weapon if you feel threatened

Simply follow the music :3

-|-|-|-

The coordinates seemed to lead to a long abandoned foundry, above ground and near the Cabin Fever labs, if you truly wish to investigate...

She loaded up her messenger bag with a couple vials of flavoured oil, a drone first aid kit, and brought some welding goggles, JUST in case of sentinels before she flew off to where the pine trees were, just beyond the ridge. She landed near the foundry and listened.

The Robotic Tessa wiped the LED tears from her eyes. "Sorry. Crikey, well... I'm still a bit of a bleeding heart, eh?" she bravely replied, smiling a little before soothing, "Don't worry though about J if she were to arrive, I could talk her out of trying to fight."

"I'm sorry for upsetting you. It was still nice to remember, even if it was some scarier times." She got a little closer, compassion in hand and heart on her sleeve.

"You deserve someone to listen too, you can talk about how you feel too, you know?" she offered gently, smiling reassuringly, "I learned from my time living in the manor, and spending time with N, V, J, and Cyn... feelings matter, and kindness is free to give..."

[SYS//: direct_message_request ("Fractal")]

I appreciate your cooperation

Here are the coordinates

You may bring a friend or weapon if you feel threatened

Simply follow the music :3

-|-|-|-

The coordinates seemed to lead to a long abandoned foundry, above ground and near the Cabin Fever labs, if you truly wish to investigate...

She loaded up her messenger bag with a couple vials of flavoured oil, a drone first aid kit, and brought some welding goggles, JUST in case of sentinels before she flew off to where the pine trees were, just beyond the ridge. She landed near the foundry and listened.