We all work for someone.
|⚁, ❤ and ♫|
No. She doesn’t think that fortune is a thing, be it good or bad. To her, there’s only survivors.
It can be. To a point.
Nothing particularly special. She just enjoys it a lot and has a knack for singing when no one else is around.
♞ : Does your muse have a strict honor code?
♧ : Is fate something your muse believes in?
✍ : Have your muse say what their motto in life is (or if they don’t have one, have them think about it).
⚁ : Does your muse agree that “fortune favors the brave”?
✞ : Is your muse religious? Which religion do they follow, if any?
☁ : Nietzsche said that “hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man”. How does your muse feel about that?
⚖ : Does your muse believe in reincarnation? An afterlife?
✌ : Is your muse a pacifist? To what degree?
♛ : If your muse were a ruler, how would they use their power?
❤ : Plato said that “love is a serious mental disease”. What does your muse think of that?
☞ : Would your muse call out someone who does something bad on a busy street?
♫ : Lots of philosophers talk about the significance of music. What does music mean to your muse?
♡ : Would your muse sacrifice themselves or their time/money to help someone else in need? Or would they mind their own business?
✿ : Does your muse feel a strong connection to any of the seasons? Why?
✧ : What does your muse think the meaning of life is?
In Maddie’s original canon she actually went into a sort of berserker mode that almost killed the Megatron of her universe. I’m still thinking about how it can be triggered, but really if she does go into this mode?
Better pray that your death is swift.
Seth was going through files on his laptop when Maddie crept down the stairs. He set the machine down next to him on the couch and stood, walking up a few feet, but leaving plenty of space himself and her - he didn’t want to spook the girl. “Yes, I’m Seth Huntington,” he replied, giving her his usual charming grin, but there was a hint of reassurance in it. “And you must be Maddie. I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under better circumstances, or with your mum here.”
The tall Vampire took a few steps forward and held his right hand out for Maddie to shake. “I hope my presence doesn’t make you uncomfortable, love,” he said, eyes and smile softening. “Charlie would’ve come home, but she wanted to stay at the tavern to make sure everything is in order.”
And to possibly assist her older sister, should it get to that point.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clasping her hands behind her back. “It’s alright. I’ve met people under worse circumstance.”
Maddie tried to smile a little, taking the other’s hand and giving it a firm handshake. “It’s nice to meet you Seth, officially at least.”
|"Don't chase the rabbit"|
"Hey, Maddie! Wait up dude!" Maddie turned around to see who it was that had called her.
It was Hannah, her best friend. She was running towards Maddie, waving her arm frantically as she tried to catch up to her.
Once Hannah was within arm’s distance from Maddie, she had bent herself over, hands on her knees while trying to catch her breath. “You.. left.. class early.” She panted out.
|Don't chase the rabbit|
"I’m so sorry about your loss, miss."
Maddie had heard the voice of a stranger, and she looked up from the book she had been reading, placing it open-faced onto the bed she was sitting on. Quietly walking out of her room and into the mudroom that lead to the front door.
There was a man in black at the door, he wore dark glasses, so she couldn’t see his eyes.
Skylar’s old Victorian was like a second home to Seth; he knew the place inside and out - almost as well as he knew the Shape-Shifter. And over the course of a little over two centuries, the two had grown close, acting more like siblings than longtime best friends and tracking partners. So when he got a very distressed call from a very upset Sky, he packed his bags and drove straight to her community, punching in the code at the keypad and practically flooring his Land Rover through the neighborhood.
He unlocked the front door with the spare key on his karabiner and stepped in, white eyes glancing about the seemingly empty house. “Hello, ladies?” he called, heavy British accent obvious in his deep voice. “I hope I’m not intru-“
"You aren’t." Skylar replied from the top of the stairs, and the Vampire stepped inside and shut the door behind him. She rushed down the stairs and flung her arms tight around his neck, squeezing her friend tightly. "I’m so glad you’re here…" she mumbled into his shoulder. She lifted her head up and met the worried gaze staring down at her. "Maddie’s upstairs, resting. She’s really shaken up right now."
He hugged the woman back, then let her go so she could step back. “I can’t blame her a bit. And you…?”
"Fine. I’m… I’m fine."
"Y’sure? Because you sounded like you were about to go full-on Rambo on the fucker."
"Who said I wasn’t?" she replied, and received a cocked eyebrow from Seth. "You know damn well I can’t just sit here and wait for something to happen. I can’t. And I won’t."
"So chasing him down, by yourself, is the way to go? Skylar, I love you, I really do, but this isn’t one of your best ideas…"
"Do you have something better, Seth?" she questioned in return. "Because I have nothing. And I will not sit around, waiting for some dirtbag werewolf to come and hurt my little girl.” The white irises flickered to red, and in a lower voice, she added, “I’m not losing another child.”
"I know, love. I know." He reached up and took her good shoulder in his hand, giving it a gentle rub. "Go… go finish getting ready. And for the love of all that’s good, don’t get your sorry ass kicked out there. I don’t want to save it."
She let out a snort and pushed her hand away with a tiny smile. “You’re the sorry ass here, vampire. Not me. Now, go make yourself useful or something.” She waved a hand to shoo him away as she ventured back up the stairs.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, shifter," he replied and walked into the main room, dropping his duffel on the ground and taking a seat on the couch. When he heard the heavy clacking of Skylar’s bag, and the woman appeared in her tracker suit, he knew she meant business. "Be careful out there," he said as he stood up. "Please."
With that, Skylar pulled the front door open and stepped out, closing and locking it behind her. It was only him, Maddie, and the quiet home left.
Maddie was awake, and she was quiet, listening intently to the conversation that was held downstairs. Once the door had been closed and locked, she sat up in her bed, waiting a little while before she believed that she was brave enough to venture out of her room.
There was a pause; her hand was held out, halfway reaching the knob. Maddie took a deep breath, calming herself.
Finally, she took hold of the doorknob, swinging the door open.
"I guess.." She started slowly, making her way down the the stairs. "I guess you’re Seth, right?" Maddie was standing in the opening that lead to the main room.