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Marguerite Blakeney is clearly beyond scruples (blazeinhereyes) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-07-02 21:37:00

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elphaba, marguerite blakeney

Who: Marguerite Blakeney and Elphaba
What: Yet another free trip via Seal Airlines from one point to another.
When: Monday night, late. 11ish or so
Where: That demned elusive... park.
Warnings: I don't foresee any at the moment
Status: Incomplete

It was impossible, really. How had she missed the fact that her husband was the Scarlet Pimpernel? Oh, she was the greatest actress in Europe but even her husband had fooled her. Had tricked her. Had made her believe so completely that he was a man who cared for nothing but fashion, that he didn't care about her. She wasn't certain what he knew, or why he had kept it from her, but there it was. Percy. Her Percy was the Scarlet Pimpernel, the man who risked his life for so many people he didn't even know and all because the mindless killing was wrong. Because he believed in it so strongly.... And she'd been none the wiser.

But what good would that do them now? She and Armand were trapped and all she could do was watch helplessly as her husband, the man she loved even as he was lost to her emotionally, fought the man who would try to blackmail her into his bed, to save her brother. And she would have had he not tried to hurt Armand more. She had tried to help in the sword fight, she and Percy seeming to work so well with one another despite never sparring or training together at all. But then she'd lost her sword, and had been thrown back to Armand and Percy was trapped.

"Do it, Chauvelin! I refuse to kneel for the guillotine"

"Your head will fall... to the guillotine!"

"NO!"

Crying out as Chauvelin backed her husband up the stairs to the guillotine, Marguerite was held back by Armand, neither able to really comprehend what was happening. The guards. How had this happened. She had just gotten him back, realized he did still love her... and now....

"Any last words from the Scarlet Pimpernel?"

"You may kill me now, but there will always be someone willing to sail into the fire!"

He was then shoved down, his head held in place as the guards kept him there. The shink of the guillotine blade was deafening to Marguerite, the scream that came from her not even seeming like her own voice. Everything was numb. She barely felt herself being pulled away from the comforting arms of her brother, barely registered Chauvelin's words as he told her she would be joining her husband, going home to death. It was all hollow. Her vision was blurred from the tears, her body trembling as she sobbed for the loss of the man she had always known resided within the fop she had grown so cold towards because she didn't know how to talk to him anymore....

Then she was no longer inside the Comedie Francais, but she was outside. There were trees. The streets didn't stink of sewage and blood. They weren't speaking in French, but English with accents she didn't recognize. Dazed, the red head just looked around numbly. Where was she? She knew she was to be guillotined, but she hadn't been forced to kneel, hadn't felt the cold blade against her neck.... What was going on?

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tothewesternsky
2012-07-05 02:32 am UTC (link)

At least the Autons were gone, so Elphaba could go outside when she wanted to. And right now, she was taking a walk. She'd told Elena she just needed some fresh air, but she knew both of them knew that was a lie. She needed to get out of the house right now. It hurt more than she cared to admit seeing the rooms Galinda had inhabited, and combining that with the fact it had been Galinda's birthday the previous day? It made for a completely brooding demeanor in the witch, though she tried to hide it. She didn't want people fretting over her, this was, apparently, her normal state to be in. It wasn't new, and she could say with confidence it wouldn't be the last time she brooded over someone. Truthfully, Elphaba had all ready just given up on trying. Her heart had taken more than her share of ache and heartbreak, and she couldn't put her heart out there again only to find disappointment. Yes in this case it was the Seal's fault, but she still wasn't going to take another chance on anyone in the romantic sense. She would make do with Elena and Anakin. They would have to be enough.

Even though it was late, Elphaba had used the charm spell to degreen herself. She just didn't want anyone to suddenly happen upon her and see her green skin. Yes she'd lucked out the last time when Chloe had run into her, but her luck never held out for long, so she wasn't taking chances this time. She took a path through the park, sighing softly, her fingers toying with the ends of her long hair, which was loose for once. She'd at least stopped putting it in a braid all the time now, but she was still covered from neck to ankles and wrists. It was a trade off of sorts.

As she made her way through the park, something caught her eye. Looking up, she saw a redheaded woman looking very out of place. Not just by the way she was dressed, but the numb look she had on her face. All right, this was obviously another person the Seal had stolen from their own world. Elphaba walked over to her.

"Are you all right?" It was a stupid question, she knew that, but she couldn't think of anything else to open up the subject with.

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blazeinhereyes
2012-07-05 04:14 pm UTC (link)

To say that Marguerite was in shock would be an understatement. She would remember if she had died. But what other explanation was there for showing up in a place like this? Absently, Marguerite reached up and touched her neck. Perhaps she had gone into such shock that she had indeed been forced to kneel before the blade of the guillotine, died as her husband had. Would Armand follow, then? Oh Armand, the little brother she had raised and done everything for.

And then she heard someone asking her a question and the red head blinked and pulled herself from the shock she'd been feeling. Or was still feeling, if she were being truthful. That sort of shock didn't just go away. Nor did the pain of losing her husband in such a violent way right in front of her. In knowing that Armand would follow after she was killed. The clothing on the woman was nothing like Marguerite had seen in either France or England. But then again, she had already realized she was in neither place and that the accents were different as well. Normal circumstances would have Marguerite be slipping into actress mode. The French were far more passionate than their English counterparts, it was a thing she would tease Percy on before their marriage. But some things? Some things Marguerite kept to herself. At least with strangers. Because that would have led to her being unable to survive before. And she was the greatest actress in Europe.

She just didn't have the energy to do so. To try. Instead she just wiped her eyes and tried to catch her breath so she could at least form a response to the woman.

"I.. am uncertain. I think I'm lost...." Or dead. But this surely was not heaven for Percy was not there. And as far as she could tell, it was not Hell. Unless it was a trick. Or Purgatory for what she had done. To save her relationship. To save her brother. Perhaps had she not said anything, at least Percy would still be alive. If she had just gone in search of Armand herself. She was a fool and this was her punishment.

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tothewesternsky
2012-07-10 08:55 am UTC (link)

Elphaba knew to be careful because not everyone took well to suddenly finding themselves in another time and place. She'd lucked out with Bruce having all ready been familiar with time travel and teleportation being possibilities. But would this woman take well to this? If the woman's clothing was anything to go on, Elphaba would guess she didn't know anything of time travel. But looks could be deceiving, so Elphaba would broach the subject as easily as she could. If she'd learned one thing in the time she'd been in Lawrence, it was tact. Sort of. Yes she still had the ability to blurt out whatever was on her mind at any given time, but she had at least begun to try not to do that. Such things tended to end badly for her and those around her.

At the woman's response of being lost, Elphaba was now trying to decide just how to break the news to her of what was happening and where she was. All right. Gently. Elphaba could do this gently. ...right?

"You are in the city of Lawrence, in the state of Kansas in the United States of America." Despite picking up on the woman's accent, Elphaba hoped that one of those places would register as being even remotely familiar. Otherwise explaining Earth would be a little difficult. So Elphaba was just hoping this woman was from this planet at least. Just because someone appeared to be completely human didn't mean they necessarily were human.

"My name is Elphaba Thropp," she introduced herself, giving the woman a friendly smile. Yes a smile, because that was something that came far more naturally to her now. She fully blamed Elena and Galinda for that. And Bonnie and Caroline when they'd been here. Hopefully the introduction would ease the other woman a little. At the very least she wouldn't be sitting there wonderful who the Hell Elphaba was.

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blazeinhereyes
2012-07-10 05:59 pm UTC (link)

"America? But how is that possible?"

America at least made sense. They had had their revolution, the one to get rid of England's influence. Perhaps that had been what started all the nonsense back in France. If a small country could do so, then why not the people who were angry. The ones who suffered far more under a monarchy than the colonists across the ocean. If they could do it so could the French. Show them who truly ruled the streets. Show them who was to be feared.

The bitterness was hard in her heart. She had believed in those ideals. She still did. Of equality. But the methods that had taken over. The madness and blood lust. It was sickening. They lost control. Death upon death, as if death would solve anything. Children put punished for being born into an aristocratic family. Just like the family she had condemned.

"Marguerite Blakeney."

She was no lady. Not here. They didn't have such titles in this place, not that Marguerite knew. And what was the point if her husband wasn't even here. He was dead. But just because he was dead did not mean she would go back to her maiden name. She was still married to Percy, dead or not. She still loved him and if all she could now have of him was his name, than so be it. She tried to smile to Elphaba, not even really paying attention to the strange name. After all, with everything in this place, who was she to judge a name??

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tothewesternsky
2012-07-13 04:04 am UTC (link)

All right, this was good, she recognized America. Or at least that's what Elphaba inferred from Marguerite's audible response. So it would at least be somewhat easier to explain everything. Maybe. Well all right, maybe not, but she would at least try to break all of this gently.

"I know this will sound completely insane, but bear with me. You were brought here by a Seal. It's kind of like magic, I guess is the best way to describe it. It's like that because the Apocalypse is happening here. The biblical Apocalypse according to the Christian bible." Elphaba would let Marguerite think over that information. Yes it was hard to digest, especially if one wasn't religious, or even if one was familiar with the Bible it could be difficult to take in.

Smiling gently, Elphaba nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Even though it's under crazy circumstances, but still." And then it occurred to her that she should probably let Marguerite know what year it was, since by the way she was dressed she probably wasn't from the current year. "It's also the year 2012. July 2nd, to be precise on the date."

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blazeinhereyes
2012-07-13 05:17 am UTC (link)

No one should ever start a sentence by stating something would sound completely insane. And then she was saying she was brought here by magic. Oh, Marguerite knew of the Bible. She might not be the most religious of people, but she still knew the stories. Though Revelations was one she had never gotten to, so she wasn't exactly sure what the apocalypse was. Then again, being pulled to America wasn't something that could just be explained. Nor were the fashions she saw on a poster in the park. Or the cars.

At least she was planning to do that. And she had been about to respond to the comment on being nice to meet her when she was told the date. That.... that was impossible. Two hundred and twenty years... How was that...

"Mon dieu...."

Feeling herself sway as it wasn't like she'd eaten anything between stress about her brother, then going to rescue him, then being put in jail and the events leading up to this on top of the news, the red head quickly placed her hand on the nearby tree so that she could slink down weakly, losing all skin pallor. But she had to remain strong. She had to pull herself together. She couldn't just...

But there was so much going on in her mind and heart already. This sort of stress and shock... how else could she respond.

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tothewesternsky
2012-07-21 06:40 am UTC (link)

Really Elphaba didn't know how Marguerite would respond, so she was trying to be gentle in what she told her. She'd lucked out with Bruce keeping his cool, but she was fairly certain Marguerite just time traveled a long way. But really, Elphaba had been working on her tact and people skills. Sort of. All right so it was mostly because Galinda and Elena had forced them on her, but still. She was far better at this people thing than she had been. So. Trying to do that "what normal people do" thing.

So when Marguerite slid down against a tree and her skin paled, Elphaba felt empathy for her. She had no clue what this poor woman had been through before showing up here, but finding out the circumstances of this place was not going to help matters at all. Now, Elphaba wasn't the most physical kind of person, and granted she didn't know how Marguerite would react, she didn't try to hug her or anything. Instead, Elphaba knelt down near her, letting the other woman know she wasn't alone.

"I know, it's confusing and overwhelming. You most certainly aren't alone in feeling that way." Elphaba herself had been angry upon arrival, well after that random perpetually happy feeling for no reason had worn off. But all in all, her transition wasn't that difficult for her. But she understood how it could be, she'd been here long enough to see such reactions from others. She wasn't going to dump anymore information on Marguerite until she was certain the other woman could handle. Because currently? She couldn't. At least that's how Elphaba interpreted the body language anyway.

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blazeinhereyes
2012-07-21 08:10 am UTC (link)

What was there that could really be done? After all, it wasn't every day that someone found themselves transported to another time and place. Just like it wasn't everyday someone saw the person they loved beheaded after learning the truth that they had been risking their life for strangers. So couple all of that into the span of a few hours? Of course Marguerite was overwhelmed. She'd be overwhelmed in any situation, really. Each situation warranted it. But all together and Marguerite really did need to sit down. Or slide down against a tree and stare straight ahead at nothing.

The verification that she wasn't alone in feeling overwhelmed and confused did little to make the situation any easier than it already was. But somehow, Marguerite would have to find a way to push through. She had been able to make a new life in England despite the fact her husband had pulled away from her, had left her alone with strangers. She hadn't known the truth, of course. But she had survived that because even when he was home it was like he wasn't there. She had to find a way to survive as an orphan and to take care of her brother. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she could adapt and survive here. But the strain of the past few days made it harder for her to remember these facts.

"So you are saying that this is a common occurrence then?"

The words spoken were done slowly as Marguerite worked at wrapping her mind around this entire thing. She remembered being a child and losing her parents, of how fast she'd had to adapt despite the pain of the loss. But then again, she didn't have Armand here to worry about, she had no one. But even alone, she would survive. Even if she had to wonder what the point was when her husband was dead and her brother set to die.

"You do not seem surprised by my arrival..."

As the shock began to wear off, Marguerite was better able to focus on the questions to ask. The first two pointing to the fact that this was not such an uncommon situation and that she was not the only person to show up in this place from elsewhere and different times. She already knew that magic was behind it. That had been mentioned earlier. The Seal from the Bible or.. something like that. Either way, she was going to start pushing for answers. She was the cleverest woman in Europe and it's greatest actress. If she could manage all of that, she could figure this out and get the answers she needed to figure out what to do next. She just had to focus.

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tothewesternsky
2012-07-22 04:48 am UTC (link)

It was completely understandable that Marguerite was having a difficult time with all of this. So Elphaba just remained silent, letting her process what she'd all ready been told in her own time. Really, Elphaba would have sat there with her all night if that's what it took. At least the city wasn't crawling with Autons or anything else trying to kill them all right now. It was quiet on the apocalypse-and-Seal-craziness side of things, and Elphaba really welcomed that. Not that she'd done much of anything while the Autons were wreaking havoc since Anakin had sealed both her and Elena inside their house to keep them from going outside and getting hurt. Elphaba hadn't exactly wanted to go outside during that. And then there was the whole thing with Moriarty that she sort of still hadn't dealt with.

The currently non-green-skinned witch was still feeling guilty over everything she'd been made to do for that man. Having to protect him and anyone else he wanted. She might have had powers that would've let her kill him instantly, but when he threatened Galinda? She couldn't stand up to him. She wasn't willing to gamble on the fact no one would hurt Galinda if she killed Moriarty herself. In her usual Elphaba state, she didn't directly deal with the after effects after telling people that she'd been the witch that had been protecting him. Maybe if she'd spoken up about it sooner...well, that was no matter now.

When Marguerite started asking questions, Elphaba focused back on her. The first question wasn't unexpected.

"It is very common. Not exactly something everyone is used to. But it's just something you grow accustomed to the longer you are here." Which sort of segwayed into the whole 'there's no way home' topic, but Elphaba would wait for Marguerite to bridge that topic.

"No, I'm not surprised. I'm not from this place either. I come from a very different land called Oz." She wasn't expecting Marguerite to know what Oz was, Elphaba was just being truthful. She had no reason to lie about where she was from, so she didn't. It would also perhaps eventually lead her to telling Marguerite that her skin was actually naturally green. Though she'd save that for when Marguerite was less in shock because the particular revelation could completely send her back into shock. Or to hate her or be afraid of her or something, and Elphaba didn't want to put the other woman into such a position.

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blazeinhereyes
2012-07-23 03:24 am UTC (link)

At least Elphaba was letting her cope in her own time. Trying to put too much information on Marguerite at the moment would be detrimental. Because really, people could only handle so much stress at a time before they cracked. And Marguerite was already broken and trying to pull herself together. It was hard but necessary. She would move on. Somehow, because Percy wouldn't want her to waste away and she wasn't one of those women who needed a man to survive, even if her heart continued to break at the thought of living life without him. At least in France, she would have joined him in death.

As it were, Marguerite didn't know of what had been happening in this time and place and truthfully, might have gone out to get herself killed without thinking it through. But she was a good reader of people, given she used to be paid to give men what they wanted. Still she said nothing on it as she didn't know the other woman well enough to press and she was still trying to come to terms with her own situation at present. That was allowed, right?

"The longer we are here... which means that there is no way back.."

Well, there was a reason Marguerite was known as not only the greatest actress in Europe but also the cleverest woman. She was quick on the uptake so she could see what was said in the air. Unless it was Percy, for he had fooled her completely by breaking her heart and leaving her in confusion. But that she had been too close to. When she had realized it, it had been so obvious.

"Oz?"

Because, well, while many people at least of this world would know what that meant, different country or no, Marguerite was from long before The Wizard of Oz was written and so she had no idea on what it was.

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tothewesternsky
2012-07-31 09:31 am UTC (link)

The witch was very much a fan of letting people cope in their own time. To a certain degree, but Elena was a different matter altogether. While she knew Elena, she didn't know Marguerite, so she wasn't even going to try and press issues until the other woman gave her voiced words to do so. So she didn't mind the periods of silence as Marguerite digested information and came to terms with it, as much as she could, anyway, in her own way. Elphaba did enjoy silence, though experiencing silence was strange to her again now that Galinda was gone. Elena wasn't exactly silent herself, but she wasn't as bouncy as Galinda was, so the silence was certainly more noticeable, and in many ways, more empty now.

As much as Elphaba was trying her best to not brood, she knew she was. She was rather a different person without the bubbly blonde witch there. Elphaba was far more reserved, far more introverted than usual. If she didn't have Elena, the green-skinned witch would undoubtedly have begun reverting back to how she'd been before her arrival at Shiz University. But as she did have Elena, she was just far quieter, keeping her nose stuck in a book more often than not. Even with that, she still managed to have found two new arrivals recently and helped them out. Which only spoke to the progress she'd made in her people skills since being here in Lawrence.

"Well, not one we can control. Just as you can be suddenly brought here, you can also be returned back to where you came from without warning. No one really knows or understands why or how this is." She wasn't sure whether that would give Marguerite hope or not, but it was a fact of the Seal she needed to be aware of. "And it can bring anyone from any time and any place." Which was also another fact she needed to know in case someone she knew was here all ready or if someone from her world were to show up here in future.

When Marguerite said Oz in a questioning manner, Elphaba was inwardly relieved. After all, anyone that wasn't from Oz and knew of it most likely knew The Wizard of Oz and that would've put a bad start on this. After all, it was one thing to be called a wicked witch in her own world for standing up for an injustice. It was quite another to be called a wicked witch in another world when you were wicked simply for the sake of being wicked.

"It is a land completely different from this one. I was born in a place called Munchkinland. It is a place where magic exists." She looked at Marguerite a bit carefully. She well knew from her reading in this world that witches weren't always thought of favorably, so she was going to bridge this topic as gently as possible. And, you know, the fact she sort of had green skin.

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blazeinhereyes
2012-07-31 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Marguerite could be bubbly and bright, but she also could be introspective. She held certain things close to her heart that only her brother could tell when something upset her. Had Percy seen it while he had been another man? She knew he had loved her in that time. He had told her as much when 'the Pimpernel' had told her to find her husband because the poor sop still loved her. Perhaps she should have seen it then. The slip in voice, the words spoken. But she'd been too anxious about Armand to notice.

As Elphaba explained the fickle nature of the Seal, all the actress could do was nod. She could be sent back at any time. Sent back to her death. Or Percy or Armand could show up. But if Percy showed up, would he know the truth or still hate her? No. She wasn't going to let herself hope. It would be too painful. Always looking to see if they showed up and then constantly disappointed.

"All right. Fickle in nature with no predictability."

It sounded like men she had serviced, the aristocrats with their lack of care for those beneath them. Well, that was just lovely. But if there was one thing that could be said about Marguerite, it was that she always found a way to survive. She never left anything to chance.

"Magic?"

Okay. Now she was incredulous. She had seen poor people, claiming to be magicians, trying to earn money, but it was always an act and slight of hand. Real magic? Well, there had been witch trials in the past but that didn't mean those burned at the stake had been witches. Just judged.

"Okay, I guess that is not so far from the realm of possibility if people show up here on a whim. But really? Magic?" At least she was too stunned by that particular comment to brood on the death of Percy and upcoming deaths of herself and Armand?

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tothewesternsky
2012-08-01 06:15 am UTC (link)

So far, so good, really. Elphaba was actually impressed with herself for explaining things and having enough people skills to be able to do this without completely overloading Marguerite. She'd never thought of herself as a people person, but the friends she'd had here in Lawrence had obviously had an impact on her in talking to others. Then again, having been here for almost two years and not being hunted down like a wicked witch tended to have that effect on a person. Really, Elphaba never wanted to go back to Oz. She really wanted to stay here. Here, she was happy. Well, she'd be happier if Galinda was still here, but the fact was that she was happier here than she'd ever been in Oz. Living as public enemy #1 was not a life she wanted to return to.

But even she well knew how the Seal could be. Friends coming and going through it. She was the only one in her circle of friends that had never been taken back to her own world. She'd watched it take everyone else she was close to. She was fearful the Seal would take Elena again. She was fearful of making other friends for that very reason because Elphaba was not one that handled loss well. As was evidenced by her current epic brooding over Galinda, though that was also being fueled by her unrequited love, so she was justified in that matter. But still.

Elphaba merely nodded at Marguerite's statement about the Seal. There really wasn't much else to be said in that matter. Anyone could come through at any time. Sometimes pandemonium raged as a result, sometimes not. Really, it was all a matter of getting used to. So really, she was just leaving that there.

Now, with Marguerite's reaction, Elphaba got a little nervous. After all, she knew not everyone believed in magic or came from somewhere that had magic. And there were also those that thought magic was a sign of the devil. Going off of Marguerite's words, she was one that didn't believe in magic as opposed to thinking it was a mark of the devil.

"Yes, magic." Elphaba glanced around just to ensure they were the only people there. When that was validated, she looked at Marguerite. "I am a witch. I do not wish to frighten you, I do not use magic to hurt people. I try to help people." There was no lie in her words and she kept eye contact with Marguerite, letting the other woman know she was not lying. She then held up a hand. "This isn't my natural skin color. I'm using a spell right now to make my skin appear this color that is viewed as normal in this world. My natural skin color is green." And because she knew that was difficult to believe, and Elphaba wanted to show that magic was real in this place and also reveal her real self to Marguerite, Elphaba said a few words, dropping the charm spell and all of her visible skin reverted to its natural emerald green shade.

And now she would simply wait for Marguerite to adjust to this. And she sincerely hoped the other woman wouldn't die of shock or call her an abomination or something. Though really, the name calling wouldn't be new to her.

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blazeinhereyes
2012-08-02 04:14 am UTC (link)

Marguerite was thankful for her ability to adapt. It had been a skill she had learned early on, but it would definitely serve her well here. True, this was a situation beyond anything she could have imagined in France, even stranger than anything she might have performed on the stage. Religious Seals dragging people from all different times and places just showing up for no rhyme or reason beyond fighting in a war of good and evil? Cosmic good and evil at that, and not the evil of human nature and the injustice of inequality. Not that it really did any good when people became obsessed with the blood lust and became worse than the people they killed.

Still, how exactly was Marguerite supposed to respond to the fact that magic was real? That was just.. well, it was crazy. Or... she thought it was. But then Elphaba was speaking and suddenly she... was green. Okay. Green woman. In no discernible way that would say it was stage make up. Because.. no. Okay. Green. Weird. Magic. Weird. Very weird so silence it was. She wasn't going to die of shock. That would just be sad, to come away from the guillotine only to die from seeing a woman turn herself green.

Even so, she wasn't going to judge Elphaba on this. From the sounds of it, she had no real control of it. Well, she had the spell to not be green, but it seemed to be something she was born with. Really, it was sad that people would judge people on things they could not control. It always had been. If you had money, you were blessed, if not, it didn't matter if you were kind or good, it didn't matter if you had hatred in your heart. You were crushed and ignored. Until the poor had had enough and took matters into their own hands and judged people just for having money and being well off. And the cycle continued.

"Okay.. magic it is, then."

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tothewesternsky
2012-08-07 09:35 am UTC (link)

Adapting was certainly a useful ability, especially in this place where anything could happen at any given time. Elphaba had that ability, just in a different way. Well perhaps it was more survival than straight up having the ability to adapt. After all, she'd been on the run in Oz and had learned how to hide herself. She'd learned what she needed to in order to survive. Here? She seemed to be learning to adapt as she went. She didn't need to survive here, not anymore. She'd still needed it when she'd first arrived. When she'd had to save Jack when no one else even cared to look for him. When Jack had been sent back to his world, suddenly leaving her alone once again. And how many friends had the Seal taken from her since being here? So many times it gave her friends, then took them away. At least it had given her Elena back, but how long before it decided to take Elena away again? Loss was not something Elphaba could handle, especially under repeated exposure to it in this world. And Galinda had been the straw that had broken her back, so to speak. But even so, she was trying to be strong, trying to work through it. But she knew what awaited Galinda in Oz, and she really didn't want Galinda to live through all of that. It wasn't fair, especially for all the things the green witch had done to the blonde.

And despite her fears, Elphaba had still shown Marguerite her true skin color. Because really, it would have come up sooner or later. It was just best to have done it now as proof magic was real in this world because it was the only thing she could do that Marguerite wouldn't have some explanation for. Instantaneous changing skin color was impossible to explain away in a scientific manner. Unless you were a chameleon, but even then. So really, this was the best proof Elphaba could give.

Marguerite's reaction was shocking to Elphaba. She'd expected some measure of recoil, or at least disbelief. But...there was acceptance. Which, okay, did happen because just look at the people who were her friends. But still. To someone who came from a world without magic or even believed in it? This was a shocking reaction. But it was one Elphaba could accept. After all, she wasn't being called names or anything, so she accepted it.

"I was born this way. I don't really know why, and no one else had this color skin." She shrugged a shoulder a bit, looking at her hands. Elphaba figured it was just some sort of magic that made her this way. She had no other explanation and no other explanation had ever been offered to her. "That is also probably how the Seal itself works. It's about the best explanation anyone has for it." For the moment, she left her skin green. It was late enough where the park wasn't crawling with people. But she was ready to cast the spell again at a moment's notice if need be.

Speaking of the time...

"Um, I know this may be strange since we don't really know each other, but considering it's late, you are more than welcome to stay at my house. There's plenty of room. I have a couple roommates, and we can help you adjust and such. There is an apartment complex where many people displaced like us live. I can take you there if you want to, but my house is closer currently." Elphaba suddenly realized she was babbling a bit, so she stopped herself from saying anything further until Marguerite responded.

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blazeinhereyes
2012-08-07 08:43 pm UTC (link)

Marguerite never did do things in a way people thought normal. She was vivacious in a country where emotions were held in, an actress amongst aristocrats who was able to get them to enjoy themselves. Until everything had gone so very wrong. Before Percy had pulled away. Oh, the women within their social circle still had adjusted to the way Marguerite was, but by then, it was all an act for the French woman. Even in her private life, she had to be the greatest actress in Europe to survive. How had that been fair? Then again, it was probably the price she had to pay because of what she had done. For what had happened to St. Cyr and his family.

With Elphaba explaining that she had been born green, Marguerite simply nodded. So she had been correct that this was just something out of the other woman's control, so really, why judge her for it? Many would, Marguerite knew that, but she had seen what judging people on things out of their control had led to. It started the Revolution and it made the Revolution all the worse. There were rich and poor, male and female, and now apparently green skinned people and non-green skinned people. It was strange and would take some getting used to, but that didn't mean the twenty four year old would judge Elphaba on it.

"That would make sense, that it is magic that had you born as such, still, we do not choose the family we are borne into, we do not choose how we look...."

And that was all there was to it. But then she was being told about being taken to Elphaba's house and Marguerite blinked. She hadn't even noticed the time. Then again, time didn't really make sense at the moment. She'd been up for over forty eight hours at this point between waking the day of the prince's ball, to sailing to France to find Armand, to the day trying to get information, to being in jail and released to showing up here.

"Is it? I had not noticed... but if you are certain, than thank you...." After all, it would probably be best to get somewhere safe, somewhere close. Marguerite was exhausted and it was beginning to show now that the shock had worn off, the adrenaline. She had been up far too long and had suffered so much loss in that time. Would she sleep, she didn't know, but perhaps getting out of this park would be a good thing, at least for now.

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