Had a window of decent art yesterday and filled it with Magda makin' faces.
Got nothin' else to say, so have something from the archives on Miss Alder, for those who've been interested in seeing her outside Daubenmire's shadow.
Magda Alder is known foremost for her intelligence, quick hands, stable demeanor, and humility. Always the studious one, she keeps busy with study or practical occupations, pleasant and polite when approached but never inviting attention. Magda picked up how to be charming and courteous from her merchant parents and strives to be the model of patience for her three little sisters. She's all around a smart young mage, who asks nothing of others and delights her parents and professors by completing tasks before they're assigned.
You could also bake the whole of humanity to a fine, delicious crisp in the kiln that bubbles somewhere in the back of Magda's being. Inside her lurks the very real sentiment that everyone and everything can go to hell.
To put it bluntly, Magda is a fat girl. And people will never realize how loud their damn voices are. She's a highly sensitive person, and every word, stare, smirk, or scowl is carefully bottled, labeled, and cataloged in some horrid closet in her mind by some process she cannot control. Kick her just once and Magda will never, ever, ever forget nor forgive you.
And every gesture of rudeness, callousness, and cruelty bottled inside Magda is fermenting into Hate.
Of course, it's not simply reactions to her looks that rub her the wrong way. What truly makes her blood boil in her veins are lions. Magda is timid and peace-seeking. She'd rather people didn't fight, and argue and bicker and moan, and if she can make someone else happier by giving up something of hers, so be it. Every day of her life Magda has watched louder, prouder, grabbier, bolder people- lions- take her share. Right in front of her. Like greedy children, snatching the last seat, book, ticket, or cookie, the front of the line, the first word and the last. In groups of three or more she's frequently interrupted, often ignored.
If they were isolated incidents, it would be different. But Magda's come to realize a combination of a humble appearance and a door-mat demeanor invite even usually kindly people to take blatant advantage of her. She's too non-confrontational to snap back. No, better to let them gorge themselves on what's hers. She could make a fuss, but it'd end in angry words, most of them inevitably personal, and Magda is crippled by attacks on her appearance.
If Magda were given judgment of humanity, she'd characteristically say they were all more or less nice people, a bit ragged on the fringes, but hardworking and interesting.
The lurking thing in her says that's a whole lot of non-committal bullshit and that humans are sordid, selfish filth and ninety-nine percent of them deserve to fry.
There may be some argument that the lurking thing inside Magda is Magda. Or this is her fear.
Not even her family would suspect there's any darker side to her, she's that diligent about squashing her temper. Master shapeshifter Morgan Daubenmire spots it almost within their first conversation, because for his own reasons he's come to feel very much the same, hence his little stint as an all-destroying monster.
In the end, Magda's issues run faaar deeper than Morgan's and given his powers she'd have been the worse threat to life in Hellecker.
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