#appius

They knew this was coming before they even received the telekit message from Appius. It had been their intelligence that had gotten Marleigh McMahon in the hot water they were in in the first place, and now Appius was truly testing their loyalty by having them actually sit down and talk to the wix. 

Someone had to do it, and maybe in a way its better that its them. If it was someone Marleigh didn’t know, they could be in even worse trouble. But if its a friend, albeit one with loyalties that go against Marleigh’s plans, they may be able to help them in some way. The last thing they wanted was Marleigh to get themself in any worse trouble over all of this, and maybe- just maybe they could do some good here for once. 

When they drink the polyjuice that had been sent to them that morning, they’re sad to say they aren’t all that surprised. If the goal was to rattle Marleigh this face would certainly do it, even if the face was a decade or two younger than the one the wix likely remembered. Once the polyjuice had its taken effect, they go to New York City, to the address they know Marleigh to be at, and sit themselves on a bench directly in front of the building, their back to the door. 

With nothing to do but wait until Marleigh heads out of their apartment, they light up a cigarette, and smoke it in silence until they feel someone walking up behind them. 

“Take a seat, if you like,” they speak up, keeping their gaze on the street ahead of them, “or you can just stand there, it won’t matter to me none.” 

Tale as old as time,True as it can be 🎵🎵🎵