Mars Walker
Not all who wander are lost, but I sure am.
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- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Available as all hell, but intensely paralyzed by ADHD
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- High Fantasy, Modern/Urban Fantasy, Sci-fi, Historical
Though this was only their first hunt together, Margo felt a sense of familiarity. A smaller part of her felt that the incoming mental breakdown would happen any moment, and that she'd lose a potentially magnificent hunting partner. She watched Evan work to tie up the body for just a moment before going to wrap things up with Muñoz.
Fuck, I'm so tired. And my back hurts.
Margo walked up the steps to the house, rolling her shoulders, but wincing from the movement. footsteps muddy and leaving prints. Muñoz was incredibly surprised to see her back so quickly— and she assured him that yes, Evan was okay, just waiting in the van.
After a short chat and one business card later, Margo arrived back to the van with a broad smile and a pep in her step.
"If you know where the witch lives, I'll let you drive." Magro snickered, twirling the van keys on one finger before hopping into the driver's seat. Also, regarding that report of everything, there's a lot of everything. Like a lot. You'll need to just start studying up on a few of the times and articles I have. I've got a book of studies and articles I've written myself that would be extremely informative. Better yet, everything I've written is something you can trust to be correct. But also, everything in my office and at my apartment had been combed through and I've tested just about everything in them to prove or disprove the information. So— so what I'm saying is that everything in my office and apartment are at your disposal. Mi casa es su casa!" She smiled, turning the van on once Evan was in, and taking off down the old muddy dirt road at break-neck speed.
"By the way, we need to talk about that shit your blood does. Has it always done that? And you just never thought to tell me? I'd honestly be a little offended if that were the case. I'm hoping you're gonna tell me that it's something new that you've never had happen before so that I have a mystery to solve."
Fuck, I'm so tired. And my back hurts.
Margo walked up the steps to the house, rolling her shoulders, but wincing from the movement. footsteps muddy and leaving prints. Muñoz was incredibly surprised to see her back so quickly— and she assured him that yes, Evan was okay, just waiting in the van.
After a short chat and one business card later, Margo arrived back to the van with a broad smile and a pep in her step.
"If you know where the witch lives, I'll let you drive." Magro snickered, twirling the van keys on one finger before hopping into the driver's seat. Also, regarding that report of everything, there's a lot of everything. Like a lot. You'll need to just start studying up on a few of the times and articles I have. I've got a book of studies and articles I've written myself that would be extremely informative. Better yet, everything I've written is something you can trust to be correct. But also, everything in my office and at my apartment had been combed through and I've tested just about everything in them to prove or disprove the information. So— so what I'm saying is that everything in my office and apartment are at your disposal. Mi casa es su casa!" She smiled, turning the van on once Evan was in, and taking off down the old muddy dirt road at break-neck speed.
"By the way, we need to talk about that shit your blood does. Has it always done that? And you just never thought to tell me? I'd honestly be a little offended if that were the case. I'm hoping you're gonna tell me that it's something new that you've never had happen before so that I have a mystery to solve."