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[PRIVATE]
[Since her death five days ago at Albedo Piazzolla's hands, Margarita hasn't left her room much. Nor slept. Instead she's been sitting on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, thinking about how her deepest fear has just come true. (Violent death- a swallowing darkness.) Occasionally she cries, but quietly. Quietly. Calling attention to her current state would be just another mistake that she can't afford. Surely initially left her alone....but now that reprieve is at an end. He leaps from his place on the nightstand, settles in front of her, and croaks.]
Margarita. [She doesn't answer, and his swamp-yellow eyes flash angrily. He knows the reason for her behavior, of course, because Margarita can't help but tell him everything, and he wonders (not for the first time) why she was chosen to free Calvaros. She might be easily manipulated, but such a quality also means that her loyalty is in a state of near-constant question.] Margarita.
....What.
[There's a rebellion in her eyes that Surely doesn't like. He decides to crush it.] Do you know why you died? [Silence. If it was possible for frogs to smile, Surely would be grinning at how quickly his words make Margarita's shoulders slump, make her head bow, make that fighting spark die. He continues to speak.] You died because you persist in being naive. You've left me behind more than once, and you also risk incriminating yourself. [He hops under her bed and pushes her diary out, sliding it forward until it touches Margarita's shoes. He watches her balefully.] So I will only tell you once; if you wish to stay alive, grow up. That means ridding yourself of this and getting something better- [the word is accentuated just slightly] -to defend yourself with. You can do that much.
[Margarita stares at the frog without comprehension; he stares back, waiting for her to understand without help. Then her tired, desperate eyes rove over to her Elf, napping on a corner of her bed. An idea occurs to her...as well as a brief sadness that flickers and then is gone; she really doesn't want to get rid of the cheery, helpful familiar. But then, there's a lot of things that Margarita does against her will because she simply has no choice. She nods once and closes her eyes to keep from crying again.
Surely watches for a moment, then speaks aloud one of the many hideous lies that Margarita has been led to believe.]
You know I'm right; I'm the only one you can trust in this place, after all.
[PUBLIC]
[A. In the backyard of 507 Ricardo, a small fire burns merrily, the flames devouring what appears to be a book.
(Later, after a quick trip to the post office...)
B. Margarita is sitting on her porch, holding a dragon's egg in her lap. There are dark circles under her eyes and she's staring at the ground. Surely is on her head as usual, looking- somehow -extremely smug. Now and then the egg- a bulky, gray, spotted thing -shudders in her arms.]
(ooc: lmao sorry for all the angst you guys, I thought it too important to handwave.)
[Since her death five days ago at Albedo Piazzolla's hands, Margarita hasn't left her room much. Nor slept. Instead she's been sitting on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, thinking about how her deepest fear has just come true. (Violent death- a swallowing darkness.) Occasionally she cries, but quietly. Quietly. Calling attention to her current state would be just another mistake that she can't afford. Surely initially left her alone....but now that reprieve is at an end. He leaps from his place on the nightstand, settles in front of her, and croaks.]
Margarita. [She doesn't answer, and his swamp-yellow eyes flash angrily. He knows the reason for her behavior, of course, because Margarita can't help but tell him everything, and he wonders (not for the first time) why she was chosen to free Calvaros. She might be easily manipulated, but such a quality also means that her loyalty is in a state of near-constant question.] Margarita.
....What.
[There's a rebellion in her eyes that Surely doesn't like. He decides to crush it.] Do you know why you died? [Silence. If it was possible for frogs to smile, Surely would be grinning at how quickly his words make Margarita's shoulders slump, make her head bow, make that fighting spark die. He continues to speak.] You died because you persist in being naive. You've left me behind more than once, and you also risk incriminating yourself. [He hops under her bed and pushes her diary out, sliding it forward until it touches Margarita's shoes. He watches her balefully.] So I will only tell you once; if you wish to stay alive, grow up. That means ridding yourself of this and getting something better- [the word is accentuated just slightly] -to defend yourself with. You can do that much.
[Margarita stares at the frog without comprehension; he stares back, waiting for her to understand without help. Then her tired, desperate eyes rove over to her Elf, napping on a corner of her bed. An idea occurs to her...as well as a brief sadness that flickers and then is gone; she really doesn't want to get rid of the cheery, helpful familiar. But then, there's a lot of things that Margarita does against her will because she simply has no choice. She nods once and closes her eyes to keep from crying again.
Surely watches for a moment, then speaks aloud one of the many hideous lies that Margarita has been led to believe.]
You know I'm right; I'm the only one you can trust in this place, after all.
[PUBLIC]
[A. In the backyard of 507 Ricardo, a small fire burns merrily, the flames devouring what appears to be a book.
(Later, after a quick trip to the post office...)
B. Margarita is sitting on her porch, holding a dragon's egg in her lap. There are dark circles under her eyes and she's staring at the ground. Surely is on her head as usual, looking- somehow -extremely smug. Now and then the egg- a bulky, gray, spotted thing -shudders in her arms.]
(ooc: lmao sorry for all the angst you guys, I thought it too important to handwave.)