[h2][color=00aeef][b]Marrie Knight[/b][/color][/h2]
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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5656869]Marrie Knight[/url]
Max MP: 60 | Current MP: 50
Casting: N/A

Gear: Clip Light (5), Ration of Food (5), Kevlar (5), Rod (5), Medical Supplies (5)

Leveraging: Her Slowly Clearing Mind
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[color=00aeef]"Mmmmmmmmmmm..."[/color] Marrie brought a hand to her forehead and thought for a moment. Normally, thinking wasn't this hard, but the purple guy seemed nice, waiting for her to get her thoughts in order. At least [i]somewhat[/i] in order. 

[color=00aeef]"I meansh, yeah, yeah I wanna help."[/color] [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vKoIDXwKNuecTYmfqvUmbmxAKZZB0iaJswuAyLked7M/edit?usp=sharing][color=d9d9d9]It was her biggest character flaw, after all.[/color] [/url]

Talk of genetic variation brought a concerning possibility to the front of her mind. [color=00aeef]"But it shounds like you're asking me to be a momm, and I dunno if that'sh shomething I wanna be, ya know?"[/color] 

With the gas just barely starting to loosen its grip, Marrie was able to remember the few moments earlier, where Tim had asked his first questions. [color=00aeef]"Aliens are cool, cause... cause they're cool, right? 'Life findsh a way,' an all thaat. They mean my drem ishn't im-... impf-... inpossible."[/color]

Like a train that was far behind schedule, Marrie finally processed the last bit of Tim's rhetorical questions. Her eyes, still dulled from the purple smoke, lit up slightly. [color=00aeef]"That'sh the besht part! People can be people where-"[/color] The girl's head leaned to the side and her body followed, nearly making her fall over. She caught herself with her temple as close to her shoulder as it could reach, and decided to stay in that position instead of righting herself. 

[color=00aeef]"-ever they are! Evryshing desherves a chance, and a shecond, nd ushully a thir, ya know? And if everythin coud jusht [i]talk[/i], right, thensh there'dd be so ffew prublums, right? Dushn't matter how shmart shomtin ish, if we could jusht com- comm- comminicate, most peeple woud stop killin stuff. Doeshn't mattter if a alien ish like a humin or like a doeg or ash fish, cause they all matter too, right?"[/color]

It seemed that Tim had hit upon something that lived deep in Marrie's sense of self. [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CI_WIHeoXONXbw18jI1WEvAUynkZS3rIpVC0_9TuM_Y/edit?usp=sharing][color=d9d9d9]It was almost like she'd spent the most hectic and overwhelming part of her life pouring herself into thoughts about something similar.[/color][/url] It also seemed as if, finally, the effects of the smoke were close to fully worn off.

Marrie raised her head back into a more natural position, still running with the same train of thought that she had been, as if she hadn't just been deeply affected by an alien chemical at all. [color=00aeef]"And if they're even smarter, that's great too, because then they'd know even better how to help everyone live alongside each other!"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"So yeah! If you need help, and I can help without becoming a mom, I want to help! Because, if I can help, it's the right thing to do, isn't it? Making sure nobody has to suffer or die is my job, right? That's what I think, anyway."[/color]

[color=00aeef][i]Even if my track record has been shit so far...[/i][/color]