𝐇 𝐎 𝐑 𝐈 𝐙 𝐎 𝐍

an independent roleplay blog for Mary Somers , from Apex Legends . loved by hela . currently a work in progress .

I am going FERAL over this skin

                red STAINS her cheeks in quite an OBVIOUS display of having been caught out -- still , the scot simply frowns as she adjusts the gun on her back ; still glowing from reactiveness due to shots that hit their mark . giving herself the time to gather messy thoughts , to at least attempt to ensure dignity remained intact .      ‘ as i said before , ye’re being RIDICULOUS , margaret ! ‘       indignation blooms across her features , furthered sharp retort upon her tongue as a bullet whizzes past her head -- a sobering reminder that they were in a match , && there truly wasn’t time for .... whatever this was .              ‘ BAMPOTS over there ! ‘                               slender frame bolts behind a stack of boxes , ducking down before gaze turns upon maggie , clicking her tongue as she brings her gun down off her back && levels it within her grasp .       ‘ would ye get over here before they take yer head off ! ‘          a pause , && the woman cocks her head , briefly distracted from the fact that there were more than likely three guns pointed in their direction .          ‘ tell ye what , we win this , && i’ll shout ye a drink at witts . ‘

exasperation in the short breath through her nose , eyes closing for the time it takes to count to FIVE ; he was trying her patience , as extended as it was -- frankly , she wasn’t surprised in the slightest , the simulacrum had the tendency to get beneath the legends skins , as though it were a favourite pastime of his . it was hardly the first time that he had decided to slip in through the vents && interrupt marys personal time .  ‘ hands off . ‘ sharp retort upon metal fingers picking at exposed wires , earning him a glare from beneath a pair of wire-thin spectacles . it was tempting , within that moment , to smack his hand away with whatever she had on her in that instance . but she holds back , simply turning back towards the exposed wiring of N.E.W.T , as though revenant was not even there ; as though he had not interrupted her quiet time with his nonsense .  after a beat of silence , the scientist takes the glasses from off her nose , turning to face the simulacrum with brows arched and lips pursed . ‘ alright , i’ll BITE ... ‘ hands rest atop the desk , drumming her fingers in a senseless rhythm as though this were a normal occurrence , && not something that set her nerves somewhat aflame . ‘ what do ye think will stop the SPONTANEOUS activating of my wee newt here ? ‘

' ah dinnae ken what else i EXPECTED from ye . ' a roll of azure hues , && the scientist turns back towards N.E.W.T where he sits upon a workbench ; a troublesome thing really , a volatile black hole opening when unexpected would not do . still , she did not REMEMBER asking the simulacrum for his opinion on the matter . irritation blossoms for a singular beat , looking back over her shoulder to arch a brow . ' is there somethin' ye need ? or are ye just here to be a nuisance ? '

‘ i was lookin’ BEHIND , ye ken ? ‘ but that does not take away from the crimson burning its way across her cheeks , up her neck ... still , gun is holstered , && she folds her own arms in like . they had been paired together more often than mary had expected ; not that she was complaining , not at all -- if anything , the scientist found it somewhat SHOCKING how much she had come to crave maggies company ... sought out when available , gaze wandering when the gunfire quietened down ; not one to wear her attractions upon her sleeve , she was making a right mess of it this time . ‘ are ye going to keep accusing me , or are we going to win this match ? ‘ anything to shift the conversation away from a crush blossoming within her chest .

me, landing on the roof on top of a full team and getting beamed: REZ ME LIFELINE