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Michael Guerin [Roswell NM] ([info]ineverlookaway) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-09-21 18:39:00

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Entry tags:inactive: liz ortecho, inactive: michael guerin

Michael Guerin & Liz Ortecho
What: Mikey's back in town (but doesn't remember being here before)
Where: Outside the apartments
When: Saturday early evening
Warnings: Will update if necessary
Status: OPEN
He'd read the note six times already, and dutifully ignored the frog telling jokes at his feet. It didn't make any more sense than the first time he'd read it. Goodland? Jubilant Entity? The words weren't complicated, the message wasn't complicated, and yet...it didn't make sense. He couldn't be here. He hadn't even finished building the console, so how...

He gripped the paper so tightly that it crumpled under his fingers. His knuckles were white from the stress of his grip. And damn if his left hand didn't still hurt like a bitch. He took the paper into his right hand and shook the left out. Max might have healed his decade old injury, but the joints were still stiff.

Max. He tilted his head, feeling an odd sensation. His telepathy with Max and Isobel wasn't as strong as what the so called twins shared, but he felt the faint buzz of his brother nearby. He tilted his head trying to hone in on Max's location. He didn't realise at the moment he couldn't feel Isobel at all.
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[info]ineverlookaway
2019-10-12 05:49 pm UTC (link)
Michael drew a shaking breath. "I know. I felt it." He had felt his psychic connection to Max fade out. He hadn't realised exactly what it meant at the time, but he now knew it meant Max was dead. He hadn't always seen eye to eye with Max, but he couldn't imagine his life without Max in it.

"I didn't know about Rosa, though." He'd seen her in Noah's pod, so he knew she was there. He didn't know how the hell Noah got her in there, but that wasn't important just now. "Is she...I mean..." He shook his head. He didn't know exactly what he meant. Asking if Rosa was okay seemed too vague.

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[info]mouthyasever
2019-10-13 09:16 pm UTC (link)
She nodded her head in response to his question. "She's understandably confused but she's otherwise okay. I didn't get the chance to really explain everything to her before I came here" She curled her legs up as she continued, her chin going onto her knees with her dark hair falling over them. "Max put his mark on me hours before and when I felt it happen, it followed the feeling to the cave. Rosa was the one that came out, not Max. I thought I was seeing a ghost at first but the second my arms were around her, I knew it was real. It only took me few seconds to connect the dots and ask her where Max was ... "

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[info]ineverlookaway
2019-10-15 04:14 pm UTC (link)
"He always has to be the martyr," Michael sighed. It wasn't entirely accurate. He'd done his fair share of martyring as well. But the title fit Max better than it fit him. He was a selfish prick, Max was always trying to do right by everyone around him.

"Sometimes he's just a dumb jerk," Michael added. His love for Max knew no bounds, they were brothers after all. Sort of. Brothers in a shared experience that built families out of nothing. He'd always love Max. But their personalities clashed often, and they fought more than they didn't fight.

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