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"Manipulation of smell you ignorant ass." Marcus yells.
Maeve sinks her head into her hands. Avalon looks up, towards the direction Chase disappeared to "give her time to realise." She sends to him...
"I'm a specialist trained white blood soldier who hunts down black bloods by manipulation so get over yourself." Marcus retorts, his eyes still...
Maeve sat in her room, sliding her back down the closed door. She took her communicator off, chucking it onto her bed.
"It's called being trained to manipulate air so black bloods mistake you for one of their kind." Marcus comments dryly.
Maeve looks at her feet, feeling awkward "I'm getting a drink." She mumbles before walking back into the hovercraft.
"See, I trained her well." Marcus comments quietly.
Maeve giggles "well that will be an awkward wedding night."
(Meh) Marcus raises an eyebrow at Warwick "orthodox methoding to find people."
Maeve giggles watching the dinosaur "see, it doesn't think you're strange."
Maeve smirked, raising an eyebrow "why should I?" She teases.
Marcus growls before teleporting after Warren.
Maeve grinned but stayed where she was, tryimg to ignore the urge to run into his arms.
"Then don't get on my nerves and don't let her get hurt. Or I'll kill you!" Marcus replies to Warren before covering his face with his hands.
Marcus's eyes cloud over completely as he struggles to keep in his training.
Ilsa sat in one of the chairs "how have you got this technology?" She asks like a small child in a sweet shop. Avalon smiles "I helped create the...
Marcus sighs and glares at Zandalor and Warren "see what you have done now? Get out!"
Maeve giggled "I know. But now its attention is on the hovercraft, more particularly, the girl watching you from the door of the hovercraft."
Marcus grits his teeth feeling the bubble tearing slightly "you're hurting me." He says in her mind.
"The clearing just off the main one." Maeve responds, spotting Chase's back. She smirks before leaning on the door frame watching him.