Maggie/Lore

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## Official Description

MAGGIE MAY GET LOST, BUT SHE'S NEVER LATE!

While delivering pizza and other delicacies, Maggie enjoys the speed and excitement of getting each order to its destination, while making short videos as a food and lifestyle vlogger. Maggie is happy to share all the fun online!

A delivery girl who doesn't want to open a pizza store is not a good vlogger (Bay-Tube, Isle FM 4.20). Fortunately, Maggie has a natural aptitude for just this type of thing.

## Mastery Emails

###  Trainee

To: Ducksyde
  Hey, my dear Ducksyde! How are you? You're so cute! I just wanna hug you all day! Heh.
  Let's join the Capsuler Cup when you have time. I know I'm just a Trainee right now, but it's super fun! Going against everyone in a contest like that... Amazing! It's also a great way for me to spotlight my pizza shop!
  Speaking of pizza... We've run into a spot of bother. We've had a big drop in orders this week. And it turns out the main reason is: no more olives! That's right, Isle City's olive stockpile is no more! Gone! As everyone knows, olives are one of the best toppings, if not the most essential. I've gone all around Isle City looking for olives, but pretty much no one sells them anywhere... My goodness. Can you believe it? What am I going to do? Use mushrooms? I don't think so. It's driving me mental.
From: Maggie

###  Mercenary

To: Maggie
  Hello Maggie! Quack!
  Ducksyde saw you recently made it to Mercenary. It's good to see you racing ahead of everyone else on the track—just like in real life!
  Ducksyde may have an idea when it comes to your "olive problem". I ran a scan on Isle City's terrain when I first came here and couldn't help noticing a group of olive trees... an area right next to a cliff in the exact right temperate zone for olives. Quack! Unfortunately, it's pretty steep. So I'd want to get very well prepared if you're thinking of going! Ducksyde shall go with you. Let's go pick some olives together, quack!
From: Ducksyde

###  Hunter

To: Maggie
  What were you thinking, Maggie? That was a little silly.
  I was wondering where you disappeared after achieving your Hunter title. I think, Maggie, as a girl who can travel from one end of the city to the other in a jiffy, I didn't think I'd find you abseiling off a cliff with Ducksyde! And live-streaming? With quite a bit of equipment. You know... I have to admire your bravery. It's a nice olive grove, but the soil and rocks have been heavily eroded over the years, so people tend to avoid it. You were fortunate I happened to be out on a mission... passing by at that exact moment so that I could catch—I mean—so I could save you from a bad fall. And no, I'm not following you just to keep you safe!
  \*Cough\* Anyway, can I just recommend you don't go there without bringing a few more people along for safety's sake?!
From: Yong

###  Hotshot

To: Momoi (Hoarder)
  Dear Momoi, thanks for the doll. I love it! I'm gonna take such good care of it... Oooh I know, I'll bring her with me to all of my Capsuler Cup matches! I think she'll bring me good luck. Oh, that's right, I'm already a Hotshot now!
  Can I just ask for a little favor, Momoi? I'd like to borrow that amazing bag you carry around. You see, the thing is our pizza shop has run out of olives. Ducksyde and I went to the cliffside for more. Not convenient. Really inconvenient! I was hoping one trip would be enough, but my oversized bag nearly gave me a very unpleasant date with gravity! Scary stuff. So if I could just use your amazing one for a little while, I would be so grateful! I know Vincent crafted it for you personally, and I know it's very important to you, rest assured I will return it in absolute mint condition!
  And of course, as a token of thanks, I'd like to give you a present too—a voucher for an entire year's worth of free pizza! I'll be sure to prepare it for you personally.
From: Maggie

###  Eradicator

To: Maggie
  Hey, if it isn't the No. 2 racer in all of Isle City!
  Shame we haven't had a chance to race each other like old times. But look at you now... an Eradicator! You've even found time for the Capsuler Cup in between delivering pizzas. You've done well. Congrats! I'm sure your racing skills are also up a notch. How about it? Motorcycles at dawn? Perhaps I could take you out on a few crazy deliveries if you can't take time out of your schedule. I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think it could save you time! Hehe.
  Come to think of it, I've heard you've been hanging out in some pretty vertical places. Well, if you're going cliffside, you know, "a good worker is worthy of their tools." So get some! You need transportation and gear to travel in a style befitting your abilities. Look at that jetpack! How long have you used it? Propulsion systems don't last forever. It's time for a hefty round of maintenance. I'll do it for you. That's something I specialize in.
  The only thanks I'll accept will be another race!
From: Mandalika (Drifter)

###  Enforcer

To: Maggie
  My goodness, Maggie! The progress you've made is nothing short of incredible!
  You're a far cry from the up-and-comer I met when I first came to Isle City. Now you're an Enforcer! You're doing all sorts of City tasks and acing one tournament after another. And your skills with that jetpack? Sublime. I love it when you leave your enemies in the dust, flailing around. You're the number one delivery driver in all of Isle City with a fighting style to match!
  Thanks for inviting me to tonight's "pizza party", but... I know you ended up picking all of those olives yourself. Probably nothing to you now after seeing your jetpack skills on the field. What's a cliff or two? You know, if you need me to protect you, I could... Security is one of my specialties... Plus I'd really enjoy spending some time with you...
  Anyhow, I'm glad you got all those olives. And I look forward to seeing you at the party tonight! See you then.
From: Yong

## Character Stories

### Chapter 1

"You're too slow! I'm not waiting for you!"

Maggie the delivery girl said with a smile from atop a hoverbike as she raced ahead of her colleague along the well-maintained sunny highways of Candelia Bay.

Maggie had just agreed to a friendly "delivery off" by a colleague just outfitted with a shiny new leg implant eager to test it out. Each had orders to deliver at the far end of town. There was no sense wasting such a fine opportunity to race each other across the scenic landscape. People gathered around to cheer and watch.

Somehow Maggie was already ahead, her adversary thought as he revved up the motor indignantly. But there was still hope. "I'll overtake her by the bend. She'll have to slow for the turn!"

But slowing down was something Maggie won't do. Instead, she sped up into a perfectly arced semicircle around the bend before slamming her foot down even harder on the accelerator.

Now the gap had truly opened up. Her opponent just stared as she bobbed over a slight hill in the road... and off the "track."

"Yahooooo!" Maggie's hair streamed and glittered behind her under Candelia's sun as she raised her arms like wings in exaltation.

He stared bewildered. Maggie landed with a hard screech as if she and the hoverbike had just somersaulted through the air to the door of a customer's residence off the block—well below the "race track."

It took a moment for her colleague to realize it was an "aerial shortcut."

"What are you, nuts?"

Maggie responded to her defeated foe with a bow and a curtsy from an imaginary skirt.

"Hey remember our motto! Super fast pizza delivery! 10 minutes early as usual! The deliciousness starts now!"

A man opened the door with a beaming smile. "Oh, Maggie!" he said as he left what will no doubt be another 5/5 star review on the app.

And why shouldn't our regulars know Maggie by name? She must be the most famous pizza delivery driver in all of Candelia Bay. Not just because of her infectious enthusiasm, but also, as everyone knows, she leaves all the other delivery drivers—even ones outfitted with the latest cybernetic implants—in the dust behind her hoverbike.

To this day, no one can figure out why she doesn't want one herself. All she says is, "I don't need it for a perfect performance!"

### Chapter 2

Maggie was good. Perhaps too good. Enough to breed jealousy in some of her cybernetically enhanced colleagues who hatched a plan to put her in her place.

So it began with an order to the outskirts of town—favored habitat of strange creatures, and a somewhat deserted area.

Maggie knew there was something off about the order, but in her mind that was no excuse.

"Let's do this," she thought to herself.

Maggie traversed the first section of the highly inconvenient route just about how she'd imagined it. It was beautiful in a lot of ways—the sun setting behind the wild underbrush painted everything a darkish pink while a storm of dust particles danced over the horizon. She had to squint to get a clear view of the road ahead, and then suddenly a man came charging out in front of her.

"WHOA! Outta the way you drunk!" Maggie swerved hard avoid the potential collision. The man just stared at her through the dust in a drunken stupor.

"I'm so sorry!" Maggie wasn't sure what to say in these sorts of situations except to apologize, but she didn't want to stop to help. Little did she realize the man's cerebral microchip had been compromised and that he was now the unwitting victim of another laboratory experiment gone wrong. Nova Corporation had decided it was more economical on occasion to abandon failed subjects to the desert where few would ask questions and even fewer would visit. All city folk knew, especially those idolizing the "cybernetic revolution," was that there may be monsters in the suburbs.

More of these monsters started blocking the road in front of Maggie. She quenched her instincts that something was off and slammed on the accelerator, a task made more difficult by the nervous sweat in her gloves. One of the strange men suddenly rushed at Maggie, who swerved to avoid another collision. Maggie operated well under pressure and it seemed that this was the moment to invent several new maneuvers. She weaved a thread through the crowd with unbelievable dexterity until finally leaving the strange horde in the dust.

But this was no time to slow down. She accelerated the hoverbike once more and whistled loudly into the wilderness. No one responded, of course, in the vast desert.

The destination given for the order was a crude-looking hut. Maggie recalled from somewhere that it was inhabited by a former Nova employee. Weird, she thought.

"Hey! Early delivery! You're lucky it was me, you know. I don't think anyone else would have managed!" Maggie wiped the sweat from her brow as she composed herself once again into her enthusiastic self with a knock on the door. The old man who opened it immediately stepped back in shock.

"That's alright! Consider it on the house!" Maggie flashed him her trademark grin: "Let me know if you need anything else!"

The old man hesitated for a moment before offering some advice as a token of thanks: "Tonight you'd do well to steer clear of..."

He glanced over Maggie as if looking for cybernetic implants. He paused, befuddled. But Maggie had already turned to go.

She was looking forward to swapping stories with those cybernetic fanatics and putting them in their place. She wouldn't get the chance, as it turned out, for that night was the night of the great Cybernetics Crisis.

### Chapter 3

Maggie escaped the worst of it, but the unfolding Cybernetics Crisis from the Haywire data control center (also referred to as the "Intel-Mods Crisis") continued unabated. Many cybernetic implant users were killed by those same implants that had up until then been smoothly controlled by various AIs as vast sections of society fell into disorder. Life quickly descended into a struggle for survival.

Maggie escorted her family to one survivor refuge after another, wherein she invariably rose through the ranks fast thanks to her excellent driving skills, adaptability, and near-perfect mental map of the city. It was easy enough for her to undertake routine supply drops and searches post-crisis.

"You're sure you know where to go?"

"It's all here." Maggie pointed to her forehead.

Maggie had found a purposeful, exciting niche for herself in this new world. But she could not ignore the rapidly worsening conditions for everyone else, and the impact of limited resources on human lives.

Maggie had run into another group of scavengers en route back to the shelter with supplies. The gangs were getting worse, she thought, as two cars sidled up in an attempt to cut her off. Maggie swerved off, emptying a clip of bullets into the air for an edge, but even this didn't work. Her hoverbike was out of power.

Maggie quickly opened up the hoverbike's fuel tank as she noted the advancing scavengers out of the corner of her eye. Not good. Here she was cut off from assistance in hostile territory. Even she couldn't find a way out with her near-perfect map of the city in her head.

"I'll take out the girl. You get the supplies." One of the scavengers walked in front of Maggie. He didn't look like the talking type and soon had a gun barrel pressed against Maggie's forehead.

"Mommy..." Terror filled Maggie's head until there was no thought but the thought of impending doom. "Bang!"

No pain? Maggie thought to herself. Was she still breathing? Was she alive?

"Bang." Maggie looked up. The scavengers were on the ground. The whole thing had happened in only a couple of seconds. She took a deep breath. She was alive! She saw a young man in a tattered uniform with a mohawk bending down to pick up a dirty gun off the ground. He scooped it up before spraying a few more rounds into the other scavengers now running at a distance. He didn't seem interested in a pursuit.

"Thanks for stopping by! Mission complete!" Maggie just stared as the youth scratched his forehead nervously: "Oh. Sorry. Just a habit."

A grateful Maggie offered some water and food out of her supplies in thanks, but the young man seemed more interested in hearing if Maggie had run across anyone he had been looking for in the course of her travels. (An unfortunate no, but she'd keep an eye out) Maggie kept staring in wonder at his tattered uniform and impressive, unfamiliar gun. She wanted to say something but he cut her off.

"It's nothing. I'm not a mercenary anymore, but if you want I can get your hands on the same shotgun we developed at Murphy by taking part in the Isle City tournament."

"Isle City?"

"Sure. You don't know where Isle City is? Isle City is... Actually, look over there..."

Maggie looked in the direction indicated. There was a tattered sign on the wall which, on closer inspection, read:

Come to a land of freedom and endless possibilities! Isle City welcomes all survivors!

### Chapter 4

As fate would have it, Maggie had been the local "pizza delivery celebrity" before the Crisis. And now, afterward, she remained a famous (if not more famous) delivery driver.

Isle City needed delivery drivers more than ever in these strange times, and so Maggie found herself right back in her old line of work albeit with a more humanitarian streak of keeping everyone alive and well.

"Super fast delivery! Wow. Careful!"

Momonoi opened her door as Maggie expertly placed the delivery down and took back several discarded boxes. Momonoi's house was filled with all manner of trinkets—a customary sight for Maggie who had visited many times already.

"T-thank you! Do you..." The shy girl took the order as her hands hesitated by the door. She didn't close it this time.

"Is there something else I can help you with?" Maggie enquired enthusiastically. Momonoi hesitated for a moment before stuffing a little trinket into Maggie's hands. She then performed a small bow and closed the door.

"A little gift..." Maggie surveyed the toy in her hands excitedly, "It's so cute! I love it!" Maggie yelled a quick thanks before hanging the cute little handmade doll on her hood. And then slammed on the accelerator lest other recipients of her speedy services were left without needed supplies.

There's no doubt Isle City had fallen in love with the street-smart delivery driver. Not just because Maggie was a living GPS in these troubled times but also for her many services rendered to those who would otherwise struggle to gain access to essentials (who thanked her with a hot meal).

"I'll tell Ducksyde about my gift tonight!" Maggie thought to herself.

Ducksyde was perennially outfitted in a Noya mascot costume—a popular cartoon image in the days before the Crisis (an intellectual property copyrighted by Nova Corporation, of course), and had taken on an identity as something of a friend to Maggie. She often sought out Ducksyde out for conversation after work. Indeed, the green mascot was ever ready to listen in on Maggie's various troubles and adventures.

"That's it." Maggie told the Ducksyde about the present she received today, "Other than that, just the same as every other day."

Maggie cartwheeled around the place out of boredom as she continued: "Do you get bored when every day turns out the same?"

Ducksyde stared back at Maggie, neither nodding nor shaking its head.

"Do you ever want to take off that outfit?" Maggie looked at Ducksyde quizzically, finally compelled to ask a question on her mind for some time.

Ducksyde tilted its head as if in thought. Maggie got no response of course except for the squeak of its movements. Several seconds passed before a holographic advertisement appeared before Maggie.

She'd seen that poster before with its familiar words: "Come to a land of freedom and endless possibilities! Isle City welcomes all survivors!"

But this time she noted a line of text underneath: "Take part in the Capsuler Tournament, become a star of Isle City, and make history!"

Ducksyde was suddenly tugging at Maggie's outfit.

"You want to take part in the tournament with me?" Maggie asked, "Will you take off your costume then?"