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[Bifflestick]

lets get l o s t
i k n o w the way
i've been there b e f o r e

The air tasted funny.

A frown creased Vell's features. She had only just figured out her powers when she'd been discovered by the scouts. They'd first appeared, in a way that stuck out and was memorable to her, when they had moved from Ireland, where she had been born, to America, when he dad had gotten a better job offer. She had been home schooled until that point, along with her older brother, Nat. But when they moved, they had been thrown into the world of the American high school, and Vell had started noticing odd, fleeting little things happened to her. She caught snippets of conversations from across the room. Her vision shifted and colours changed. She saw better at night. She moved more gracefully, or faster. She smelled things that she didn't recognise. They never happened for long, and she had no control over what and when they happened, but they were there. It had confused her but she had never mentioned it - she'd had only the most tenuous relationships with the friends she'd had, and she hadn't wanted to ruin that by telling them about her strange talents, if that was even what they were. And then the wings had happened.

It had been for all of about thirty seconds. They'd been flimsy and transparent and of no use whatsoever, but they'd been there. Vell had freaked out a little, but they were gone almost as soon as they had appeared and thankfully few people had been around, and no one had seen. Animal mimicry, the scouts had called it. That had made a lot of things a lot clearer to Vell, and she had soon settled any demons she'd had with the odd talents she possessed. They were going to help her strengthen and hone her abilities here, they said. She'd done a little research into animal mimicry and the possibilities were huge. The idea that she may one day be able to produce wings strong enough to fly with excited her, as did many other things she may possibly be able to achieve once she understood her powers better and could control them. She licked her lips again, but found that she could no longer taste the air. It had tasted odd. She wasn't entirely sure why, because she was still working on understanding the things her powers told her, but it did. She sighed softly and tucked some hair behind her ear, moving some more clothes from her suitcase to the wardrobe in her new room. She had been informed that she could make it to her liking, and that she was looking forward to. She wasn't sure what she'd do with it yet. She would probably change her mind several times before settling on something, as was her way.

One more trip and she was finished with her clothes. She stared at them in this new wardrobe. They looked odd there, and she sighed. If it weren't for her desire to get better control and understanding over the unpredictable powers, she would have refused to come here. But even Vell, stubborn and often rebellious as she was, realised that she couldn't very well go sprouting insect wings all over the place, if indeed that would ever happen again. Some things that had happened had only happened once, and Vell was unsure if it was just her powers settling or what. She had no idea, she still didn't fully understand exactly what was happening. But she'd be safe here. Safe from anyone finding out that she was different. Tucking some hair behind her ear, Vell set a picture of herself with her family on the bedside table, smiling at it. She was almost done. She'd set the bathroom up with her things first, and she'd bought only a few of her many books. Her book collection was extensive, but not wanting to lug too many about, Vell had bought only her favourites with her and hoped that they had some here that she could read if she so wished. She stowed them away and surveyed the room. That seemed pretty good. Once she got to put her stamp on the room, it would be even better, and Vell smiled again.

Her stomach rumbled quietly and Vell blinked. She knew there was a kitchen somewhere and it shouldn't take her too long to find it. She left the room, shutting the door gently behind her and heading back downstairs. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, a voice rang out, yelling Niko. Vell winced. Whoever it was, they had a right set of lungs on them, and oddly, Vell had no desire to go and find them. As she walked in the opposite way to where the voice had come from, she caught a glimpse of a male form before she turned her back on them. Luckily, the next door along was the kitchen, and there was a girl in there, chopping fruit and humming to herself. Vell cocked her head to one side, watching her for a moment. She didn't want to startle her, but at the same time the fruit looked really, really good. She cleared her through gently. "Hello," she said, amiably. "My name is Vell."

[Bifflestick]

between two evils i always choose
the one i've never tried before

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[Bifflestick]

between two evils i always choose
the one i've never tried before

Morning light filtered gently into the room, highlighting the dust motes that danced lazily in the air, painting them golden. It hit the figure curled in the bed, and a whine emanated from beneath the covers. She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the covers up over her head, dozing for a few more blissful moments. Her bliss was interrupted, however, by a banging at her door, and a male voice informing her softly that if she didn't get up now then she'd be late. That would be Sebi, her cousin and best friend. A loud bang followed by a gentle telling off, that was him. She loved him, and dearly, but he was such a soft touch. People often tried to take advantage of his generous nature, and that was where she had to step in and n** it in the bud. With a sigh, Novella - who told everyone to call her simply Vell - reluctantly slithered out of bed. She smoothed her hair absently, heading towards the bathroom to wash away the sleep that still clung to her, threatening quietly to drag her back under. A quick shower and she'd wake up and be fine, be ready to take the day head on. She stretched her body out and grabbed a towel, glad that her bathroom was en suite so she didn't have to walk around in her PJs or a towel with Sebi around. Much as she loved him, that wasn't something she really wanted to do.

Her shower was brief. She washed her hair and her body, then patted herself dry with the towel. She wrapped it tight around her slender frame and hurried back into her room to get ready. Her damp hair hung limply down her back, ready to dry in the air and wave loosely. It would dry fairly quickly as it was still warm out, and she sighed. Vell, a creature of the night, much preferred the cold winters and long nights that they provided. But at least her hair dried quicker in the warmer months, and she rubbed it vigorously again to get as much of the moisture out as she could, before staring into the depths of her wardrobe thoughtfully. Today was a big day. Today was the day that she met her partner.

Vell was a flight guardian, one of the people who flew pteranodons around the island, patrolling from the sky to get a different view from the guards who patrolled on the long necked dinosaurs. Female flight guardians were few and far between - there were no others ones in her city, and only a few scattered across the island at all - but Vell always had been the stubborn type. Once she got an idea into her head then she refused to back down until her goal was achieved. Her single mindedness was one of the reasons she was a flight guardian. She knew full well that she did her job just as well - if not better - than any of the male flight guardians, though she was still very much striving to prove herself to them. They looked down on her, little Novella Hudson, girly flight guardian, trying to be one of the guys. Vell huffed as she dressed herself, annoyed. She dressed simply, in comfortable, loose fitting clothes. Anything too tight would restrict her movements, and a dress would just get in the way so she wore clothes more similar to men's ones. She brushed her hair and wound a band around her wrist to tie it back with later, if she went for a fly. She wondered if her new partner would have their mount yet. She imagined that they would, they weren't usually assigned to anyone until they did. Riders and mounts were matched by personality, usually two or three mounts, and then whichever one responded best to the rider, they were assigned to. When Vell had applied to be a flight guardian, she'd had an advantage - she had raised her mount, Byron, and so they hadn't needed to go through that selection process with her. But her new partner, they would. Her old partner had recently retired. Vell had been with him since she'd started her training, three years ago. It took two years to complete the training properly, and after that the teacher and student worked together. Vell had liked George, he'd been great, but he'd said that he was getting too old for it. Since she had completed her training, Vell was considered a senior guardian and was being given a partner to train. A lot of people, she knew, were against it, but she didn't care what those people thought.

Happy that she was ready, she straightened her top, patted her hair once more, and left her room. Sebi was curled on the sofa, cradling a little diplodocus in his arms, feeding it carefully. Vell smiled, softening a little at the sight. If Sebi was good to her, then it was nothing compared to how good he was to the babies he cared for. He was a breeder, and worked at the farm where they bred the pteranodons and long necks used for patrols, as well as smaller dinosaurs kept for pets. He was such a gentle soul, and he'd bring home any baby that looked unlikely to make it. As such, the house that they shared was always full of young dinosaurs. She knew that the diplodocus would go soon - once it was strong enough, Sebi would take it back, because they couldn't keep anything anywhere near that big around. She ruffled his hair affectionately and she smiled up at her warmly. They were opposites, but that was why they got on so well. Vell stopped people from using Sebi as a carpet - because he was just too nice and too shy to say no - and he kept her grounded and safe and made sure she didn't do anything too stupid. She bent her head to press a gentle kiss to his forehead before ambling to the kitchen to get something to eat on the go.

She heard Sebi's soft voice asking if she had any idea who her partner would be, and she grinned. "Nope, no idea," she said. "I hope that they've got a brain in their head, though," she said, laughing, grabbing a piece of fruit and taking a bite. "We're not like the grounded guards," she said after swallowing, referring to the guards who patrolled on long necks and nodding her head towards the little dinosaur in Sebi's arms. "We need more than three brain cells." Sebi rolled his eyes but smiled. He knew as well as she did that half the grounded guards were pure muscle. They kept people in check, and were sent out after the flight guardians had spotted whatever was going off. They, like the flight guardians, traveled in pairs, so that if one got hurt the other could go back and lead someone to them to help. Vell stretched, quickly finishing her fruit and throwing away the core, patting Sebi on the head again and hugging him gently from behind. "Have a good day, Sebi," she told him. "Don't bring home any more babies, we don't have much room left for us." he laughed and she grinned, before leaving him with his latest baby, knowing that he'd leave not long after her.

She strode importantly through the streets, heading towards the flight guild, where they reported for duty each morning and were given their assignments for the day. People watched her as she passed, knowing who she was, knowing what was happening today. Being the only female flight guardian in the area meant that she attracted a lot of attention and it was hard to keep any of her business private since everyone wanted to talk about it. She was more than used to it now, however, and just ignored the looks and the whispers that followed her wherever she went, heading toward the guild and hoping that she'd get along with her partner.

[Bifflestick]

between two evils i always choose
the one i've never tried before

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[Bifflestick]

between two evils i always choose
the one i've never tried before

She hadn't meant for it to happen this way.

It always did. Every single time, she did something stupid. Every relationship she'd had, she had somehow managed to ruin. It wasn't like she meant to do it, it really wasn't, she just had terrible luck with relationships. It didn't matter who she was with, Novella Hudson, better known as Vell, always managed to screw it up somehow. She said something wrong, or did something wrong, to spent too much time with her friends, or wasn't invested enough in it, or it wasn't her it was them. She had heard every excuse in the book and then some, and she was so tired of it. 'I'll just become a nun or something,' she thought to herself. The thought of her, the original party girl, in a habit was rather amusing, and Vell smiled to herself. She hadn't been doing much partying recently, however, since she had recently moved. She moved a lot, actually. They called her a lost soul, a wanderer. She had yet to stay anywhere for longer than a year. She just up and moved when she got bored, or when things fell apart, or when she got tired of things falling apart. Some called her lifestyle stupid, but her parents had died when she was seventeen, and they'd left her a small fortune. It kept her going while she was looking for a new job, and then she topped it up as and when she could. It was all she had to fall back on, and it was what kept her moving when she just had to get away.

She sighed again, tucking a few stray strands of red hair back behind her ear. She'd go out tonight, see if she could meet anyone new. That usually helped - copious amounts of alcohol and dancing and letting people leer at her until she either went over or slapped them. It probably wouldn't get James from her head, but it might help. She'd probably lean more towards those of the female persuasion, as she usually did after a break up with a man. That's just what she did, flitted from one to the other, trying to find someone to settle down with. So far, it hadn't worked, but she could but try. One day maybe she'd find someone and she would settle down, she'd stay somewhere, she'd stop moving. It was hard to imagine - she'd been on the move pretty much constantly for the past four years. She'd moved from her home in Ireland to Australia first, which was where she'd spent the first year. After that, she'd spent slowly shortening lengths of time in various places, including Asia, Africa, and the USA, before ending up in London. She liked it here, it reminded her of New York, where some of her happiest weeks had been before she'd left after a particularly nasty break up. They layout was different, and the style was different, and the people were different - but it was a city, and it was big, and the hustle and bustle was all still there. Somehow, Vell felt more relaxed in cities than elsewhere. She found something more soothing about being surrounded by people than being out in the countryside. She wasn't sure why, but she did.

"Big Issue?"

Smiling, Vell nodded and took one. She didn't always, but she had entered a lot of competitions in them and won a lot of things from them, and sometimes she bought one just so she could enter them. She'd never bought one that hadn't paid for itself. She tucked it into her bag and carried on, watching people as they passed her by. She tried to remember the faces, tried to put names to them. She would be leaving soon, and she knew that she'd never see any of these people again. She'd probably never come back to London, except for brief visits. She never really went back anywhere she'd been - she preferred to make a whole new life elsewhere. She fancied Paris - she hadn't been to Paris. Smiling to herself, Vell turned and started heading towards her favourite place to people watch. It was a little bench in Hyde Park that had the most wonderful view of passers by, and Vell loved to sit there and watch the world go by. She always had a spot, wherever she was, where she could go when she was feeling a little down or things were falling apart. A place where she could go and just be, maybe read a little, watch the world go by and just people watch until her heart was content.

And then she could go back to her flat, pack, and clear out. She could leave behind the things she had left at James' flat. She had everything she really needed in her bag, everything else just saved on money when she arrived in wherever she ended up going next.

Finding her bench, Vell sat herself down and cracked open her Big Issue. She didn't really read it, instead watching the people walk by her. People were infinitely more interesting than almost anything to Vell. Ages, faces, styles. She liked to try and put names to faces, put personalities to them. She tried to be subtle about the fact that she was watching people as they wandered past, but it didn't always work. She sighed softly and let her mind wander. Starting to plan her route to France and then onward to Paris would be a good idea, and she started planning how she'd get there. She could drive, but her lifestyle didn't really lend itself to having a car, and she rarely did. She hadn't been in London long enough to acquire one, so that made moving more than a little awkward. A frown creased her features as she pondered, and then she was drawn from her musings when someone particularly interesting passed by.

She was beautiful, with a lot of dark hair, and Vell was drawn to her immediately. She rarely saw someone with so much purpose, so much vitality, so much life in them. A lot of Londoners - and people in most cities - looked like they had purpose, but they really didn't. But she...she did, and Vell was drawn to that. Without even realising what she was going, she stood and started to follow the woman quietly, at a distance so she wouldn't notice, or so Vell hoped. She wasn't sure why she was following this woman, out of everyone that had walked by her, but she was, and there wasn't a lot that she could do now. Well, she could always stop, but she didn't really want to. Her interest had been piqued, and Vell had a habit of following random impulses. That and the fact that she was a law unto herself meant that she was often in trouble for things and had trouble holding down a job for very long. Not that it mattered - she never stayed anywhere long enough for it to matter.

After a while, the woman stopped outside a flat. Vell stopped a little way away and watched as she tried to pick the lock. Or that is what Vell assumed that she was doing when she aimed something at the lock, but the woman seemed to have no idea what to do. Having picked many a lock in her time, Vell just watched for a long moment before she sighed heavily and strode over. "You're doing it wrong," she stated. "Here, like this." She dug around in her bag until she found a paper clip - an essential tool for anyone who regularly had need to pick a lock, or hold some paper together - and she unbent it carefully before slipping it into the lock. She stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she worked, and after a long moment the lock clicked open. Vell stood, looking pleased with herself, and dropped the paperclip into her bag. "There," she said. "I'm somewhat of an expert lock picker. I've picked more than my fair share." She brushed herself down and looked carefully at the woman. She was even more beautiful close up, and Vell was transfixed. She shook herself out of it and smiled at the woman. "I guess I'd better come with you, make sure you don't get into any more bother. I'm Vell, by the way," she said, sticking her hand out for the other woman to shake.

[ ooc ] outfit
i can't fashion can you tell.
i'm so sorry that this took me so long and that it is so bad.
last week was my last week of the semester and i had a load of work to do because i leave everything until the last minute like the terrible student that i am.
i'll be able to post more regularly now that i've finished for christmas. [ /ooc ]

[Bifflestick]

let's get l o s t
i k n o w the way
i've been there b e f o r e

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[Bifflestick]

there is no r i g h t way
to do the w r o n g thing

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[Bifflestick]

let's get l o s t
i k n o w the way
i've been there b e f o r e

Concrete jungle where dreams are made.

And broken. That was something that Tally knew all too well. New York had crushed her father's dreams, but she would be damned if it crushed hers, too. He might be barely earning enough money to live, but she was going to shine. Growing up, she had scoffed at everyone that had told her that her dreams were bigger than she was, that she'd never get anywhere pursuing an acting career - and one one stage, at that. But she had ignored them, and now look where she was! New York City, at university doing the one thing she had always been told she'd never do. Little Tallulah Rose, defying all the odds. Her father still called her Tally Ho, the nickname she'd been stuck with ever since she told people to call her Tally instead of Tallulah, but she didn't mind. It was better than Loopy Lullah and the various other things that she'd been called, so she could live with it.

Coming from a Cardiff, a city in its own right, Tally had thought herself well prepared to face New York. She had visited her father many a time, after all. But when she got there and had to face it alone, without the help of someone else, she had faltered somewhat. It had taken her a week or two to get into the swing of things, but once she had, she was perfectly comfortable. The hustle and bustle that most people hated about big cities soothed Tally. Everyone had someplace to be and some time to be there. Everyone was busy and was moving. The city was never still, never silent. She needed something like that, something forever alive. Tally hated little more than sitting around doing nothing at all.

The first thing she noticed when she entered the cafe was the noise. Clearly, she was running a little late - it was filling up rapidly. Glancing around, she headed to the queue. Food first, then find a seat. There were people she recognised dotted everywhere, either from her dorm or from her classes. It wasn't really hard to recognise musical theatre students, anyway - they tended to be the best dressed. At one table, she noted Kurt, Rachel, and Harmony from her class. She had briefly spoken to them, if her memory served her right. If they remembered her, it was probably because of her accent and her name, since she always introduced herself as Tallulah and then told people to shorten it. Tally held no ideals that they would remember her, however - she knew that most of the people on her course were determined and would easily overlook someone like her. She smiled to herself softly. Just wait until they heard her sing - then they'd certainly not forget her.

A sandwich and water. That was good, that would do. She added an apple to it as she spied them, paying and then pausing, glancing again at the table where three of her peers were sat. And then, sat alone at another table, she spied another girl from her course. Wasn't she British, too? Aemilia? Maybe. Tally wasn't entirely sure, but she was sat alone and she was wearing a top hat, and that was all it took to sway Tally's favour. She herself was sporting a trilby today, though she didn't often wear hats, really. She strode over to where Aemilia and placed her tray down opposite her, hovering for a moment before taking the seat. "No one is sitting here, are they?" she asked, lifting her apple and taking a bite. "I'm Tallulah, by the way, but call me Tally. I'm not sure if you remember. You're on my course. Aemilia, right?

[Bifflestick]

there is no r i g h t way
to do the w r o n g thing

Here at last. New York City, at college, studying musical theatre. So far, it was everything that he had hoped it would be, and it could surely only get better from here as he'd only started classes yesterday. He'd always done a lot of performing, but it took seeing a Broadway show for him to realise that was what he wanted to do with his life - perform. Have people leap to their feet and clap and cheer for him. He wanted it all. Fame and fortune didn't matter as much to him. They'd be wonderful, of course they would, but mostly he just wanted to be up there performing. He knew he'd have to start small - everyone did - but he was confident that he could work his way up. Confident that he could be a leading man. He had the voice for it, certainly, and the presence, he'd always been told, despite his short stature. Yes, Blaine was sure that he could be a leading man one day, as long as he worked hard.

And maybe while he was here, he could find love, too. There was already a boy in his class and his dorm that he had his eye on. A beautiful counter tenor by the name of Kurt. Blaine didn't know much about him yet besides the fact that he was very talented and seriously easy on the eyes, but he planned to get to know much more. And maybe he'd discover that Kurt was horrible and then he could move on and see if anyone else caught his eyes, but it was always worth a try. He could also get lucky.

It was with a smile he entered the cafe, and it grew when he caught sight of Kurt and noticed that there was an empty seat and his table. Good, that's where he'd sit. No harm in making friends, either way. The chatter around him melded into a mass of white noise, meaningless because there were too many conversations to pick out any one strand. He grabbed some food, just whatever came to hand first, and headed over to Kurt's table confidently. He didn't have the most experience in this department, and a part of him hoped that he was just exactly Kurt's type. Ha, he should be so lucky - that was sure to never happen. But hope was a wonderful thing, and in Blaine it sprang eternal.

"Hey," he smiled. "Mind if I sit here? Name's Blaine."

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ blaine the time lord anderson ▷ ▶

❝lost time is never found again❞
xoxoxoxo« ☀ benjamin franklin ☀ »

Text goes herr.

i knew i wouldn't forget you
so i went a let you blow my mind
your sweet moonbeam
the smell of you in every single dream i dream

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ blaine the time lord anderson ▷ ▶

❝lost time is never found again❞
xoxoxoxo« ☀ benjamin franklin ☀ »

Alone.

Even with other people around - other people like him - Blaine still found himself alone a lot of the time. He didn't mind so much, it just took him back to his childhood, when he'd sneak off to hide somewhere and use his powers, practice and try to learn how to control them. Most people had steered clear of him back home, the odd young man with the powers who preferred men over women. The one who caused time jumps without meaning to, who always looked a little bemused and progressively more worn out the more they happened. It had taken some people in his town a while to figure out that it was him who caused the small lurches they sometimes felt. The time skips he caused by accident were never very big - a couple of minutes was the longest he'd ever caused - but the physical jolt that came with them was a pretty big indicator. He'd gotten a lot better at controlling it, but Blaine still couldn't always stop it, and if his emotions fluctuated too much, he'd discovered that time had a nasty habit of jumping about with them. But he was working on it, and his control was better than it ever had been, even if it still wasn't perfect.

Having other people around with powers was a very new experience for Blaine. He'd never had people who understood before, who had powers too, who knew what it was like for people to think you weird. The complex where they were was beautiful, and Blaine often found himself in the gardens, sat on a patch of grass, slowing time down, speeding time up, stopping time altogether. And, when he started to wear himself out, he could have a little sleep to recharge himself, then start all over again. If anyone noticed that he spent so much time hidden in the gardens, then they didn't say anything. Somehow Blaine doubted that any of the others paid him much thought at all, except for when he was around and they got the physical lurch that accompanied the little lurches in time that always happened when Blaine was around. Much as Blaine would like to get to know the others, they all seemed to have so much better control than he did, and he wanted to be able to match them with that, and so he spent a lot of time alone, playing with time.

Eventually, Blaine knew he'd probably have to fight. Hand to hand combat was far from his strong point, which had become clear after a couple of attempts with a sword. He was still trying, but he struggled with sword fighting. He had proved, however, to be a natural with a bow and arrows, and Blaine thought he'd be more use shooting from a distance anyway. If he was further away, he could see who he was shooting better, stop time and get in a few shots without fear of hitting anyone else. Absently, Blaine picked a flower, half open, and looked at it for a long moment. With a slight jerk, the petals unfurled and the flower bloomed in his palm. Blaine smiled at it, placing it on the grass alongside a dozen or so others that he'd caused to bloom. Causing flowers to bloom was all well and good, but Blaine knew it was about time he started working on his fighting ability. Maybe he'd have another go with a sword, but he knew that if anyone else was there, he wouldn't. He'd just grab a bow and a sheath of arrows and take to the shooting range, losing himself in the pull of the bow, the twang of the string, the whistle of the arrow, the dull thud as it found its mark. Blaine smiled to himself, standing slowly and stretching his body out, before turning and heading towards the training rooms.

As he expected, someone was already there. Kurt, his name was, if Blaine remembered right. His power was creation or something, Blaine wasn't entirely sure, but he was swinging a sword around with an ease and a grace that Blaine was a little envious of, since he had yet to master anything outside of the shooting range. As he watched, Kurt sheathed his sword and leaned against the wall, looking a little lost. Blaine slipped into the training room, smiling and nodding at Kurt, heading over to the shooting range, where he felt safe. He knew how to shoot. He picked up a couple of bows and tested them, picking the one he liked the best, then selecting a sheath of arrows fletched with white feathers so they could be found easily. He selected a target and strung his bow, nocking an arrow easily and raising it. He slowed and evened out his breathing, pulled the bow back, lining his fingers with the corner of his mouth, and... release. Blaine barely moved as he watched his arrow, smiling when it met the target. Bullseye. He was getting better at doing that, finding the centre. Considering when he'd first arrived, he'd never even held a bow before, he thought he was doing pretty well - he now almost always found the target somewhere, if not the centre.

Blaine took a deep breath and raised the bow again. While he was here, he might as well use the arrows and do a couple of rounds. One day, his skill with a bow would be one of his greatest gifts, and he knew that he had to hone it along with honing his powers. Control of one was all well and good, but without control of the other Blaine knew he would be of nowhere near as much use. He could feel Kurt's eyes on him from across the room, and Blaine tried not to feel self conscious as he nocked another arrow and took aim, letting the arrow go easily and glancing over his shoulder to flash another smile at Kurt.

i knew i wouldn't forget you
so i went a let you blow my mind
your sweet moonbeam
the smell of you in every single dream i dream

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ blaine the time lord anderson ▷ ▶

❝lost time is never found again❞
xoxoxoxo« ☀ benjamin franklin ☀ »

So lost in the world of his bow was he that when Kurt spoke, Blaine started a little, blinking when Kurt spoke even though he had smiled at him just moments before. An automatic reaction - there was a person there, and so Blaine was friendly towards them. He smiled again, lowering the bow slowly and shrugging softly. "Thank you," he said softly. "And you're good with a sword. I'm not much use with them myself. I just can't seem to click with them like I do a bow. I can't make them feel like an extension of my arm like you seem to." He wished he could, because close combat would surely be more use than ranged combat, but he just couldn't. He'd never held a bow and he'd never held a sword, but one had clicked immediately, like he had always meant to hold a bow, to level it and shoot with it. He'd always had fairly good aim, and that showed when he was shooting. He felt cumbersome and awkward with a sword in his hand, couldn't move fast enough, couldn't stay far enough ahead of his opponent. No, Blaine would be much more use shooting from a bit of a distance, unless someone could teach him how to master a sword before they had to battle.

Someone else entered the room and Blaine shifted his gaze. Finn. The leader, really. It was a role that had been somewhat thrust upon him, but he didn't seem to mind so much. If he'd had better control of his powers, Blaine thought he may have put himself forward, but since his powers sometimes ran away from him, he'd just taken a back seat. He didn't know most of them yet, anyway. Better to wait, he thought. Better to learn some more control before trying to teach anything to anyone else. Besides, there wasn't much of a team to lead yet - as far as Blaine could gather, most of them found themselves alone a lot, like he did. Whether it was by accident or design, Blaine wasn't sure. He was used to be alone. He knew how to be alone. He'd had a couple of friends back home, but most people had just avoided him. It had resulted in him being good at being alone. He'd grown used to it. A part of him kind of liked it. Being alone meant he could practice with his powers and not worry about anyone seeing or feeling the lurch. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he didn't have to hide here. He could use his powers wherever and whenever he wanted, although he doubted that he'd ever really use them around the others because of the physical jolt they got when he used his powers. It didn't affect Blaine at all, but he had been told that it was a little uncomfortable, so he knew he would use his powers as little as possible about the others while he was training. If he didn't need to, then he wouldn't. Unless someone wanted him to, or unless his powers worked outside of his control as they sometimes did, Blaine wouldn't really play with time around the others until it came to battle.

Finn and Kurt were talking, and so Blaine raised the bow again. He knew he should find the bow he liked best and started calling it his bow, but he hadn't yet. He'd clicked with using a bow and arrows, it was true, but he had yet to click with a specific bow enough to call it his own. He understood that Kurt could make things if you presented him with the materials, maybe he would ask him to make him a bow. Maybe that personal touch was all he needed to make him truly think of it as his bow. But while he barely knew the other boy, Blaine knew he wouldn't say anything. Maybe later. Maybe another time. For now, he got on just grand with the bows they provided, and he nocked another arrow and drew the string back, loosing it easily and watching it land right next to the first. Yes, for now he could work with the bows he had been given, and maybe in the future he could ask Kurt to make him one he could truly call his own.

He was nocking another arrow as a fourth person entered the room. The blonde boy, the one with the lips, and Blaine felt a light blush dust his cheeks. Sam was very handsome, and Blaine shook his head slightly, reeling himself in. 'Focus,' he told himself. He could not afford to be getting distracted by pretty blondes. He was here for a reason, and besides, Blaine already knew that his emotions had a pretty solid link to his powers, and that if they started to shift then time had a nasty habit of jumping around with them, and he was sure it wouldn't take the others long to catch onto that fact. Blaine smiled at Sam then turned his attention back to the target, drawing the string back slowly. His next arrow landed somewhere on the side of the target, and he frowned slightly. He'd been listening to Kurt and Finn's conversation too much, he had to focus. Pay little attention to what was going on around him, concentrate on his target and his arrow and making them meet. He pulled another arrow from his sheath, then watched Finn and Kurt leave out of the corner of his eye. Sam was at the book shelf, reading a book, the title of which Blaine couldn't see. He paused for a moment, the nocked and loosed the arrow, satisfied when it landed alongside the two others at the centre, then headed over to him cautiously.

"Hey, he said, smiling and raising his hand awkwardly to Sam. "Sam, right? he asked, smiling when Sam confirmed that. He stood, feeling awkward, for a long moment, then jerked the bow over towards the shooting range. "You any good?" he asked. "So far I've only seen Kurt use a sword. I've no idea what anyone else can do. I'm a fairly good shot myself, considering I'd never even held a bow before I came here." He should stop, he was rambling. He did that sometimes, didn't think before he opened his mouth, and all sorts of things tumbled out that he didn't really mean to say. He smiled softly again, raising the hand not holding the bow to rake it roughly thought his hair. "Want to train with me?" he asked, a little suddenly. "I won't kid myself that I could teach you anything, I lived a pretty sheltered life and my older brother pretty much provided me with everything I could want, but you might be able to teach me a few things, and I can try my best to teach you some things I've picked up."

i knew i wouldn't forget you
so i went a let you blow my mind
your sweet moonbeam
the smell of you in every single dream i dream

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ blaine the time lord anderson ▷ ▶

❝lost time is never found again❞
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When Sam's hand met his, Blaine felt the power surge through him. He released it quickly, but Sam seemed a little bemused, and Blaine cursed the physical jolt that came when he caused time to skip. And more to the point, why was time playing up just because Sam had shook his hand? That was certainly something that had never happened before. Was it just because Sam was pretty? It must be. Blaine shook his head slightly, stepping back as Sam stood and then smiling up at him. Of course Sam was taller than he was. Who wasn't? Blaine had long since resigned himself to the fact that he was never going to be very tall. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I'm Blaine."

Blaine scoffed when Sam said he was great, but he couldn't stop the faint blush that warmed his cheeks at the compliment. He was a quick learner, that was all. Cooper had provided him with everything he needed. He had never needed to hunt, never had need of a bow or a knife or any kind of weapon. His parents may have had little to no interest in their youngest son, the one who liked to lie with men and caused strange things to happen, but his older brother certainly had. Seemingly completely unfazed by the temporal shifts that happened around his brother, Cooper had been the one pillar of stability in his life, and it had been him who had convinced Blaine that he should go and help in the search for Sue. It was because of him that he was here now, with Sam, a bow in his hands and arrows on his back, a natural talent for shooting discovered. Without his blessing, Blaine would still be at home, largely ignored by almost everything in his little town. The only downside Blaine could come up with was that generally, when people touched him, it didn't cause him to lose control like Sam had. He didn't cause a random time jolt, unless someone surprised him. It had never been affected by touch before, just his emotions, and he had to fight to keep the frown away from his face, had to try his hardest not to think about it. "I'm not that great," he said, modestly. "Just lucky. I have a natural talent, it seems. I am sure that you're much better than I. It certainly sounds like you've had more practice."

Watching intently as Sam took aim, Blaine forced his gaze to remain on the mechanics of it. Sam's stance, where he placed his hands on the bow, the line of his arm as he drew the string back slowly. Not on the look of concentration on his face, or how good it looked on him, or how strong he looked. Sam took a stance a little different to Blaine's, who had based his on what he'd been able to glean from books was an ideal stance. Blaine tried to commit the line of Sam's arms to memory, eyes sliding over his legs slowly, trying to focus on getting what he could from Sam and not how good he looked. He smiled when Sam shot the arrow straight into the centre. "I guess it isn't," he said, running his fingers over his bow slowly. He wanted to ask Sam to help him adopt the stance he took, because Blaine found his own a little uncomfortable. It worked, and he could shoot well from it, but if he had to be in that position for too long, he had a feeling that his muscles would begin to freeze up. But there were other things he wanted to know, too. Where Sam was from, what his power was, what he was like. Blaine just really wanted to know more. He cocked his head to one side a little, fighting out the desires to find out more and train. Training was more important, his brain recognised that, but his heart disagreed. Cooper always did say that he had trouble separating what he knew he should do and what he wanted to do, and they just tended to merge into one or get switched. Blaine decided that he could maybe do both, and stepped forward slowly.

He plucked an arrow from his sheath and nocked it, then looked at Sam. Without saying anything, he raised the bow and took aim, loosing the arrow and watching it as it hit the one Sam had shot and broke it. Although that was what he had been aiming to do, Blaine was a little startled that he'd actually been able to manage it, and he turned to Sam and smiled slowly. "The stance I take is one that I read about. An ideal stance, apparently. I find it a little... Uncomfortable. Do you think you could help me take yours?" he asked. It wasn't until after he had finished that he realised it would mean more touching, and that would mean more time jolts, but that would just have to be a risk that Blaine was willing to take. As long as he kept it fairly contained, it wouldn't affect anyone outside the training room. The only downside was that Sam would surely be quick to figure out that it was Blaine causing the little jolts he kept feeling, and that they happened only when they touched. It was too late now, however, so Blaine raised his bow slowly, blinked expectantly at Sam.

i knew i wouldn't forget you
so i went a let you blow my mind
your sweet moonbeam
the smell of you in every single dream i dream

[Bifflestick]

this fire is out of control
i'm going to burn this city

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