(Her outfits are definitely... Louder. More revealing, brighter, and she moves through the aisles with ease. She never fully repeats outfits, and for that, she needs an absurd amount of options.)
Yup. Like the bug. Pretty sure she had a thing with a bird-mutation dude. Not sure, I died around that time, and I didn't grab everything out of the hivemind. Good you think we're cool, though? Makes me happy.
[Maelle doesn't sit, but she does stand by the bench, holding all those clothes. Casual. Totally casual.]
Kind of? We did what we thought would stop it, but it happened anyway. To everyone, all at once. It's like... all the lives lost before, all these expeditions--were for nothing.
[Which is more upsetting than the whole dying thing. Maelle shrugs again.]
Yeah, I don't mind. Not really sure I'm the best person to be talking to, but you know. I'm fine with depressing.
(There's a lot of that in her world, too.)
... If it soothes, you never know what will happen, especially with the fact you're all here. Besides, it wasn't for nothing. You did what you could, and so did they. It's better to die with honor trying all you can than to just sit on your hands like nothing is happening.
You're talking to the one Stepford Cuckoo who has always wanted to be a super-hero. I'm gross with speeches about honor and purpose. You want this subject, you're gonna have to sit through it.
(Even if the other Cuckoos are not as on board. Or at all, sometimes. It's hard.)
I don't think we will be, but you just don't know. It's an opportunity, isn't it?
I'd like to be here forever. It's better than Lumiere.
[Not that there's much left there, anyway. Maelle shifts the pile of clothes in her arms, contemplative. She never really cared about being a hero. She cared about escape, about Gustave, about revenge. And in the end, she's just... Maelle. Still.]
Sometimes. People usually ask me about men, or sex, and it's actually pretty hilarious. I usually give very stupid advice on purpose, and I still get asked.
(There's a little bit of a shrug there from her. It should be obvious she's bullshitting through and through, 90% of the time, and yet.)
But on occasion, I like to rise. I think, just for you? You get non-bullshit answers if you ask me stuff.
What, I'm serious! You think I talk to Emma?! Absolutely not. I mean, she did teach us everything about it that there is to know, but that's where it ends.
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Yup. Like the bug. Pretty sure she had a thing with a bird-mutation dude. Not sure, I died around that time, and I didn't grab everything out of the hivemind. Good you think we're cool, though? Makes me happy.
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Cool and weird. You talk about dying so... casually.
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(And there's a shrug.)
So do you. I wouldn't think it'd bother you.
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I died before coming here. It doesn't really feel... real? I don't know if that's normal.
[And like hell if she's going to talk about that with anyone from home.]
Is it?
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(Educated guess. She'll find a bench to sit on, feels like a sitting down talk.)
... Yeah, I don't know. To each their own. I don't think there's really a 'normal' way to feel about dying.
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Kind of? We did what we thought would stop it, but it happened anyway. To everyone, all at once. It's like... all the lives lost before, all these expeditions--were for nothing.
[Which is more upsetting than the whole dying thing. Maelle shrugs again.]
Too depressing of a talk for a shopping trip, no?
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(There's a lot of that in her world, too.)
... If it soothes, you never know what will happen, especially with the fact you're all here. Besides, it wasn't for nothing. You did what you could, and so did they. It's better to die with honor trying all you can than to just sit on your hands like nothing is happening.
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[She laughs. There's no dying with honor, she thinks. Not really. It's all bad and ugly. Even if it ends with flower petals.]
Guess we won't need to worry about that much if we're here forever.
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(Even if the other Cuckoos are not as on board. Or at all, sometimes. It's hard.)
I don't think we will be, but you just don't know. It's an opportunity, isn't it?
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[Not that there's much left there, anyway. Maelle shifts the pile of clothes in her arms, contemplative. She never really cared about being a hero. She cared about escape, about Gustave, about revenge. And in the end, she's just... Maelle. Still.]
You are good with the pep talks.
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(She doesn't know. She'd probably want to go back, but here... She's growing. She can't go back to how she was and that's a good thing.)
Eh. Somehow people listen.
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[She's pretty and chatty and dresses well. People listen to people that possess those things. Usually.]
You're confident.
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(This is the biggest secret, Maelle. She's giving you the keys to the castle.)
... Although, I mean, I'm... Privileged. Think of Emma as the one of the big mutants sitting on the big mutant business table.
... And I'm gorgeous. Pretty privilege exists, and I take full advantage.
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Well... yeah. But you have smart things to say, too.
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Sometimes. People usually ask me about men, or sex, and it's actually pretty hilarious. I usually give very stupid advice on purpose, and I still get asked.
(There's a little bit of a shrug there from her. It should be obvious she's bullshitting through and through, 90% of the time, and yet.)
But on occasion, I like to rise. I think, just for you? You get non-bullshit answers if you ask me stuff.
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[Boys are still kind of gross.]
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No! [Maelle's number of deaths will catch up to Sophie's.] Stop, that's not even funny.
[Except it is because it's ridiculous and she can so clearly envision how high Gustave's eyebrows would jump up his forehead.]
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I'm dead serious!
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[She laughs and shakes her head.]
I thought you were supposed to be helping me!
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(Okay, she's laughing. Her abs hurt. Help.)
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[See, and this is why Gustave stays out of the shopping trips. It's not safe.]
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[She can't help it if she's just naturally funny.]
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There, you little headache! Go play around, I'll be out here.
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