#MAGICANDSCIENCEMUSES. ( karen. )

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@magicandsciencemuses​ - karen liked for a canon dialogue starter from frank castle. 

"I'm not the one that dies, kid. I'm the one that does the killing. The thing is, every time I try to be someone different, that's when the wrong people get hurt."

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           @magicandsciencemuses - karen sent in A MEME. // always accepting.

‘  Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.  ’

                 A hand shifted, dragging the red metal coffee mug to his lips, a hard swallow of the still brutally hot black coffee taken out of necessity, and the desire to buy time that he didn’t have to be talking.  Nothing he’d done had been out of any desire for the spotlight -- if anything, he’d spent most of his life trying to worm his way out of it.     “Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t see any heroes around,” Holden countered, his gaze shifting up to meet the bright blue eyes of the reporter, trying his best to keep his weariness from bleeding out in his words. 

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                    @magicandsciencemuses ( karen. ) liked for a soft starter. || accepting.

               He’d been trying to play it cool, dropping her the address via ONI text, asking her to meet him there after work -- every minute since had passed excruciatingly slow as he paced back and forth in the hallway of the apartment building, yet another flicker of a glance to the chronometer in his cornea display --  He turned, pivoting on a heel, at the chime of the elevator doors parting, a grin splitting his lips briefly, before he tried to clamp it down, though chances were she could probably read his eagerness from a mile off.  “Hey, babe -- I was starting to get worried.”  Not exactly worried, just -- anxious.  Excited.  They’d both worked long and hard, and not with a lot to show for it and ... well.  If he had anything to say about it, that was about to change, starting with the apartment for the two of them that he’d put a deposit down on earlier that day, pending her approval.

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Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere {from Karen Page}

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere. // @magicandsciencemuses

               ANNA HADN’T SEEN IT COMING. It was funny to her, too, because usually she was so good at predicting when someone was about to lay one on her. You could call it personal experience or whatever you wanted to, but she had been perseptive when it came to someone’s body language and way of speaking enough to know if they were about to kiss her. So yeah, it was kind of shocking to her when Karen suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against hers. It was one of those “I’m just going to go for it” kind of kisses, she could tell by the way the kiss was hard against her soft lips but that didn’t mean it wasn’t enjoyable all the same, because it was. When the reporter did pull away, the corner of Anna’s lip curled up into a smile.  ❝ Well, I didn’t see that coming. I love a day full of surprises. ❞  Just incase Karen started to doubt if she should have done it at all, Anna reached out and pushed her hand back through the woman’s bright blonde hair, cupping the back of her neck and retaliating with her own kiss to the woman’s lips.

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❝ Can I buy you a drink? ❞ She didn’t even introduce herself before approaching the blonde, never managing to be one for subtlety. A second later though, she backtracked. ❝ Sorry I’m not...I’m not hitting on you. I just... ❞  Caroline paused, trying to bite back the urge to smile too wide. ❝ I know who you are. Karen Page. New York Bulletin. You did the whole...what makes a hero, thing? Not to mention working on the The Punisher tried, I mean, talk about badass, right? ❞  She laughed, leaning a little to heavily on the bar as she stared at the blonde. ❝ My name’s Caroline. I’m...a big fan. ❞

@magicandsciencemuses    ⸺    marvel things ! 

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@magicandsciencemuses wants Dinah

“I’ve tried to reach out, but he’s been busy.” Dinah didn’t doubt Karen would know exactly what she meant by that. It wasn’t like Frank was being very discrete these days.  

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“Drink this. It’ll help.” {from karen page to mahia}

(( @magicandsciencemuses — tba ))

Dark gaze rose slowly, meeting the other woman’s for a moment before dropping to the drink offered. The healer accepted the mug. But, she didn’t bring it to her lips, instead resting it on her lap, her nails tapping gently, nervously, against the sides.    “ Thank you… “     A flicker of a smile. She was grateful for this… though, she didn’t know if she could stomach even the smallest sip, yet. Mahia’s nerves were still so frayed. Hands were still  s h a k i n g  as they gripped tighter around the drink, her knuckled paling.    “ I truly appreciate it. “ 

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   @magicandsciencemuses gets a random starter for karen from frank.

            “I just --”  Anxiety gnawed at the pit of his stomach, an unwelcome, and somehow unfamiliar feeling.  He’d long since given up concern for his own well being.  Surviving until it was done was all that was required.  All that had been required.  “I just needed to make sure you were okay.”  Again.  After being dragged into the sidelines of his war.  Again.  

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   @magicandsciencemuses sent in a meme // karen to frank.

                           “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

             He was half distracted, staring into the mirror in frustration as he tried to knot the bowtie around his neck, shifting uncomfortably already in the penguin suit that was somehow supposed to help somebody like him blend into the fancy gala that loomed all too near in his future.  He’d insisted on going -- the threats that Karen had been receiving were too raw and insistent for him to not, but somehow he hadn’t processed the fact he’d have to wear ... this.  Dress blues, he’d have felt like a second skin.  The tux, all he could feel was every seam and inch of fabric that didn’t sit just right.  “Yeah, sure --” 

      And then he looked up, towards her, and any attempt at words slid away entirely, fingers suddenly still against his bowtie, a lump in his throat as he studied the outline and curves that the dress hid, and accentuated, in all its glory, neck bared with the exception of a simple necklace, hair swept up into a loose twist and cascade of curls.   “Uh -- yeah, sure,” he echoed, clearing his throat as he closed the distance, one hand placed delicately against her shoulder blade to brace and catch the edges of the fabric, holding them together as he carefully tugged against the zipper to pull it into place, tucking it out of sight between the folds of fabric.  “You ... look.  Real nice, Karen.”  His fingers lingered, for another moment, before he forced them away, a step back taken, a small smile offered as he pushed down all the things he might want to say, at that particular moment, and shouldn’t.

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   @magicandsciencemuses - karen sent in A MEME. // always accepting.

“I can barely concentrate; I just keep thinking about you grabbing me and taking me.”

            The twist of lips, the smirk, it’s faint, and fast, and easily missed if one wasn’t watching for it, a sideways slink of a glance cast towards the strawberry blonde reporter who had found herself smack dab in the middle of the shit storm that was the Canterbury, a small tilt of his head towards her.   “I know the Cap drones on and all --”  A hand shifted, the outer edge of his hand drifting, tilted, grazing against the bend of her knee, teasing in its angle towards the inside of her thigh beneath the table of the mess on the Roci.  His voice was low, and rumbled, pitched just loud enough to be heard by her, even as his gaze turned back to settle on Holden, a pretense of attention paid as Holden recounted the latest rumors and reports that he felt the crew needed to be kept up to date on.  “But we gotta suck it up and pay attention -- right?”  His fingers curled, fingertips grazing against the inside bend of her knee, the heel of his palm settling against her thigh, dragging its way up towards her hip in tantalizingly slow fashion.

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❝ That’s not food.❞ 

                   @magicandsciencemuses ( karen. ) || A MEME. // accepting.

     There was a momentary pause in the process of scooping noodles to mouth, as he glanced up towards Karen, and then back down at his bowl, a vaguely concerned expression forming for a moment before he looked back up to her, stirring the noodles again with the chopsticks held in his other hand.  “Sure it is.  I put it on my utensil, it goes into my mouth, I chew, I swallow.  Food.  I mean, that’s all that’s really REQUIRED to meet the basic definition, right?”  The fact that it was all starch, zero protein and nuked for thirty seconds to be made mostly edible?  Clearly he didn’t see those as disqualifying factors.

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TRANSFERRED FILE. || @magicandsciencemuses. Karen & Elias. VERSE: ac. ( organic damage. ) 005. THREAD: to be named.

                          ‘  i just got you and i’m not letting you go.  ’ 

    Karen clung to Elias, shaking in his arms as he carried her out of the damaged building, trying to suppress her terrified sobs. It was far too early for any cause of the bombing to be made apparent, but she suspected it had something to do with Resolution 653 and the newspaper’s unpopular editorial column discussing the various sides. “W-what about Ellison? H-he might still be alive…”

          “I’m NOT leaving you,” he argued, ALMOST angrily, his hands stiff and tight against her, it taking every ounce of willpower he had not to squeeze her til she couldn’t breathe, still not sure if she was actually okay, just that she SEEMED to be in one piece.   There was hardly a day that went by that he wasn’t grateful for the military upgrade of nuerachem and reflexes his sleeve had received during his time in the Protectorate – today, it just might damn well have saved her life.   “Not until I know you’re OKAY –”

    Karen cringed at the harshness of his voice, his unyielding grip, almost too tight for her to cough the smoke and grime from her lungs. “B-but… a-a-are they going to look f-for him? Someone else?” Had Elias really combed through the collapsing building on his own to find her? She wouldn’t put it past him, but if so, then the lack of emergency responders was concerning. Was no one available, or did they just not care if a building caved in on a bunch of reporters? Shaking with renewed sobs and with shock, she laid her head on his shoulder, her grip on his shirt collar so tight that the wrinkles her grip left there would likely be permanent.

   It took a concerted effort of will to loosen his grip, his heightened awareness of his surroundings extending ten-fold to the smallest nuance, the smallest shift in breathing or expression in the strawberry blonde that he held, helped upright, one hand sliding to brace around her waist, easing her down towards the ground but making no attempts at all to actually let her go, simply, not CRADLE her as he had been.  She’d felt like NOTHING in his hold, even now, with her fingers white knuckled against his shirt and shoulder, her weight braced by his arms around her waist, her shoulder, keeping her from having to trust her knees or any part of her long, trembling form just yet, it was as if she wasn’t even THERE –

    His own breathe was harried, choked, less by the smoke and soot in the air but by the pained and brutal awareness of just how close he had come to losing her; his vision was blurred, less by smoke or the blood that streaked down his forehead and cheek – he was pretty sure his nose was broken AGAIN – but by the angry swarm of tears that he forced away with a rapid series of blink and a ragged, forceful breath taken in.   He’d meant to surprise her.  To snag her from her office for a lunch date, not something that he could usually manage between their harried schedules, but he’d gotten lucky –  Lucky.  His hand curled against her neck, his head burrowing down against her cheek, breathing in the scent of her that lingered still, clean and sweet, beneath the smoke, his heartbeat THUNDERING in his chest.  “They’re coming.”  He could hear it, the sound of the sirens streaking through the air lanes, blocks away, but coming.  

“Soon, they’ll be here soon –”  He didn’t want to let her go.  Didn’t want to trust her to anyone else, but – he knew he’d HAVE to.  Not just because it was his job, but because she needed him to.  She needed him to care about more than just – what HE wanted, which was to stand there, and hold her, and NEVER LET HER GO –  “I’ll go –”  It was hoarse, and constricted, rough.  “As soon as the first responders get here, as soon as … I know you’re safe – I’ll find him.  I promise.”

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        @magicandsciencemuses Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours for Karen.

ATTRACTIVENESS:

adorable ―  sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ―  perfect ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ―― creative ― courageous ― dependable  ― extroverted ― introverted ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

hell yes ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

best friends --- would die for them ― true friends

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i think i like them ― i like them ― i trust them ― they’re genuine 

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i trust them ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

oh god they’re good ― i dream about it ---- absolute perfection

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❛ &. ┊ CHARACTER INTERVIEW.   -- GET TO KNOW AMOS BURTON.

NAME.     Amos Burton.  (birth name Timothy ‘Timmy” Williams*.) NICKNAME ( S ).     I’m sure people call him plenty of things but not normally to his face (okay that’s not true plenty of them say things to his face but none that are friendly). AGE.     42. SPECIES.     Human.  

PERSONAL.

MORALITY.     Skewed.  Amos is extremely protective of children and in some cases, of those that are being victimized / abused but most especially, he will fight to the death (his or someone else’s) to protect someone who he sees as righteous or good.  His natural morality is very flat. He has a basic concept of right and wrong but doesn’t feel, ethically, morally, the weight of his own actions in most cases.  If someone needs their ass kicked then they need their ass kicked.  If someone needs killed, then kill them.  His first inclination is always to commit violence and backtrack later if he has to.  He acknowledges that he does not have a good grasp of what he should do in a lot of situations that revolve around moral decisions, and he gravitates towards people whose judgment he trusts, someone who is good, or at least good-hearted and will look to them to know whether or not he should kill someone (unless there’s just no time in which he almost always will err on the side of protecting his crew / his north star etc.).  He doesn’t overtly cheat or scam people, he won’t pass up the opportunity for a quick buck but in the end he is fine with working his way through life for what he needs (which isn’t much).  He’s very zen in a lot of ways.  Doesn’t need stuff, doesn’t need money, isn’t going to take from someone who needs it and he is self sacrificing in a lot of ways but he’s also going to do everything he can to keep himself alive and in one piece until he isn’t.  He knows death is inevitable, he knows that he’s a tiny cog in the system, and there are those who he would die for if it meant they’d survive, or have a chance at survival they wouldn’t otherwise.

RELIGION.     He doesn’t follow any set religion.  He doesn’t really believe in any single ‘super power’ or ‘super entity’ but he knows common facts and philosophies or whatever religions are around, not enough to argue or debate or quote or anything.  He’d probably be the type that if he met God would just give him / her the bird and tell him to go fuck himself / herself.

SINS.     greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath. 

VIRTUES.     chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility  / kindness  /  patience /  justice.                   italicized meaning i suppose it depends on your pov & his mood.

SECRETS.     Well.  First and foremost his identity is a fake.  When he was (around?) 15 he was working for a mob boss by the name of Amos Burton. (Burton’s legal record was spotless etc.; it was a forged identity that the mob boss used as his legal cover as I believe he himself was an unregistered birth.) When it came time for Amos (actually Timmy at the time) to kill his life long friend Eric (to keep Eric from spilling secrets to the cops because his computer & dna & fingerprints etc. were found at a crime scene and the mob boss didn’t want to risk that information or any other information Eric knew getting compromised) Amos was prepared to do it, until his companion Lydia had a heart to heart about him, about what kind of person that would let Amos turn Timmy into etc.  In the end he knew if he wanted to keep Eric (and himself & Lydia) alive he would have to kill Amos, and so he did, killing a few bodyguards & the boss.  To show his thanks, Eric tweaked Amos’ identity and gave it to Timmy (now our Amos) giving him the chance to actually make something out of his life and hacking the lottery system so that Amos’ identity was ‘randomly’ selected for job training that would get him off world.

PHYSICAL.

BUILD.     scrawny  /  bony  /  slender  / fit / athletic  / curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  average. 

HEIGHT.     5 ft 11″ 

SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS.     Honestly more scars than I can probably recount.  He’s always getting stabbed, shot, what have you.  Right lower leg has a scar from a compound break, left shoulder has a gunshot through and through scar, and those are just a couple I can think of on quick recall from the show.  I’ll try and do a more thorough analysis later.

ABILITIES  /  SKILLS.     First and foremost he is extremely skilled in mechanical repair and some engineering skills to maintain space ships, engines, any large machinery in general, whatever machinery those basic knowledge translate to.  He’s decently read, he can draw though it’s not something he spends a lot of time or energy on, he’s a pretty darn good cook when he bothers / has the ingredients he needs and he is versed and capable in extremely advanced mathematics.  He’s also extremely proficient with ranged weaponry, for zero-g and normal gravity and is decent with blades but he usually just goes for whatever’s hand and his fists.  He’s extremely adept at hand to hand / fisticuffs / wrestling whatever you want to call it, even against others trained in physical combat he usually is faster or just flat out stronger.  He can definitely take a beating and keep ticking. Basic knowledge of first aid, enough to maybe keep somebody from bleeding out etc.  Knowledge of explosives for a multitude of purposes including precision explosives for breaking up debris and asteroids etc.  Is extremely, extremely good at reading the room, reading people, seeing through bullshit and false personas and is generally hard to fool outright.  He’s also an extremely learned, non-judgmental  and proficient lover.

PREFERENCES.

FOOD.     Anything real.  Cheese, meat, eggs, milk, fruit.

DRINK.     Anything alcoholic.

COLOUR.     Black.

MUSIC  GENRE.     Anything with a good beat.

BOOK  GENRE.     Not overly picky but does have a slight lean towards anything fictional, anything with monsters, redemption, fantasy.

TV  /  FILM  GENRE.     Doesn’t really watch movies.  Probably default is action.

CURSE  WORD.    Shit.

SCENTS.     Jasmine.  

TAGGED  BY.  @asynjja TAGGING. @magicandsciencemuses (lena or anyone that amos should get to know more about! karen?) @jestersmuses - alex, miller, anderson, any other expanse muse you have! @asteroidborn @quixoticcaptain @wanderingguest - mei, bobbie, prax.  @notthescarsyoucansee (android!anna and/or android!jade)