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<td valign="top">[[Image:MoA Tarot.png|left]] '''Moment of Awesome: [[Marie-Ange Colbert|Marie-Ange Colbert/Tarot]]:''' ''When [[Topaz]] tries to apologize for the [[Sins of the Father|loss of Marie-Ange's eye]], the pre-cog has a surprising response.''
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<td valign="top">[[Image:MoA Tarot.png|left]] '''Moment of Awesome: [[Marie-Ange Colbert|Marie-Ange Colbert/Tarot]]:''' ''When [[Topaz]] tries to apologize for the [[Sins of the Father|loss of Marie-Ange's eye]], the pre-cog has a [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/4024576.html surprising response].''
  
 
It took Topaz a moment to lift her gaze again. There was a brief flash of pure misery and guilt in them before she attempted to mask her expression. “All the rest is my fault too,” she pointed out quietly.  
 
It took Topaz a moment to lift her gaze again. There was a brief flash of pure misery and guilt in them before she attempted to mask her expression. “All the rest is my fault too,” she pointed out quietly.  

Latest revision as of 18:08, 10 September 2018

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Moment of Awesome: Marie-Ange Colbert/Tarot: When Topaz tries to apologize for the loss of Marie-Ange's eye, the pre-cog has a surprising response.

It took Topaz a moment to lift her gaze again. There was a brief flash of pure misery and guilt in them before she attempted to mask her expression. “All the rest is my fault too,” she pointed out quietly.

"Did you possess Adam during my fight with him?" The question was as cold as Marie-Ange could get.

“No.” The answer was obvious. She barely even remembered her own rescue.

"Oh, well, then did you put him up to either kidnapping you or hurting me?" Marie-Ange tapped her eye - her arm - her other bandages peeking out of her sleeves.

“He followed me here.” She sidestepped the questions. “Him, my problems... they’re supposed to stay away from the mansion, away from people I care about.” She said that with surprising ease. “None of this would’ve happened if I wasn’t here.”

"None of this would have happened if Amanda had not been here to rescue you. Is this her fault?" The spoon punctuated Marie-Ange's point with a little clink on the counter. "Oh, ah, no, wait. if Amanda had not helped rescue me from New Orleans once, I would be, probably still killing people for money, so perhaps this is all my fault. I am sure someone had a contract out on Adam Destine." It counted if she was the one considering putting the contract out, right? "Oh, but, no, I know, if Doug had not made horrible decisions. If Emma Frost had not needed to counter the Black Court. If Remy had not rescued Amanda. Whose fault is this, Topaz?" Each statement came with a little spoon clink, all the more awful because of how tiny and tinny the noise was.

Topaz squeezed her eyes shut, taking a few deep breaths. It suddenly seemed stupid she’d thought she could handle this. “I...” Her voice shook slightly. “I don’t know.”

"There are only two people to blame for my eye." Lay all the cards on the table. "Adam Destine, and myself."

That got a response. “That’s not...” Topaz finally looked up and looked Marie-Ange in the eye. “I mean, Adam, yeah, fine it’s his fault.” She was under no delusion she was the only one who held fault. “But you were...” trying to save Topaz. Again.

"Topaz." Marie-Ange set the spoon down, and gently took Topaz by the shoulders. "I have known since I was sixteen that I was going to lose an eye. Ask Doug, the next time he comes to see you, about my migraines, and watch what he does. Then ask him about Asgard." She fussed her hands away, back to the stove, to a carton of eggs on the counter, and cracked one into the pot of still-steaming noodles. "I have put this off for half my life. It was long overdue, and I was not going to waste it on the wrong person."

Topaz watched Marie-Ange, stunned. Of any response she had expected, “I knew it was going to happen” hadn’t been anywhere on the list. “I... okay.” The knot in her chest loosened slightly. She’d ask Doug about everything else, but there was one thing... “How did you know who the right person was?”

"Je ne sais pais. Which makes me a terrible french cliche, but I own more wine than food and just paid a designer money to embroider eyepatches. I can afford a stereotype or two." Marie-Ange said. "I do not know how I knew, but, as I am a cliche walking, I see the future. I get to cheat and know things without knowing how I know." She tapped her sleeve and the packet of cards on the counter, next to the eggs. "But I am as certain about this as I ever have been. It was the right decision.”