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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:34 am
Jack looked apprehensively at the Foto, the wheels in his head turning and jutting appropriately, before plucking it cautiously from Wylde, almost expecting it to burst into flames.
"This, God," he held the Foto out in front of him and examining it hesitantly. "This is safe, right? It's not going to change anything? Destroy anything? I'm perfectly happy being a normal, breathing human being, thank you." Whether or not he intentionally stretched the word "breathing" or not, Jack had turned a sickly colour and looked just about ready to pass out as he shakily made his way out of the workshop.
What he wouldn't give to have his waste of an afternoon back.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:41 am
While Wylde didn't have voices that governed right and wrong he did follow the man out of the workshop a step or two behind his hands now free of the Foto were folded behind his back as he carefully watched after the man and pursed his lips, "It is safe enough. It's going to change but nothing about you. You won't die either," the mage assured.
Well maybe it'll change the way Jack lived his life if he allowed it or maybe not.
"Just whatever the gift is, when it fully arrives, it also likes to be a normal, living, breathing being. Keep that in mind, hm?" Wylde carefully didn't use the word 'human' as they got out of the workshop the door was closed by Wylde's hand.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:58 am
Jack couldn't even begin to comprehend how a blurred photograph liked to be normal, living and breathing, but he couldn't quite find the voice to question the man either; instead he made a noise like that of a whimper, nodded and quietly slid the Foto into his pocket. He began moving awkwardly towards the door, his hands wringing together in an attempt to control his arms from flailing, before turning to Wylde.
"Well," he began, biting at his lip. "It's been-- well. It's been an experience. Thank you for whatever this is, nnn, I guess. If something happens like, I don't know, the photo catching fire and burning down my house, because quite honestly nothing you've done today has given me any reason to trust you that it won't, is there a number I can call? Can I contact you at all?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 9:04 am
"It has, it really has," he agreed with a small nod and then listened to the rest of what Jack had to say with an interested expression. Wylde was used to distrust and it was something he could easily cope with. Hence the contract-slash-waiver-slash-signup sheet-slash-whatever suckered people to go downstairs with him and so Wylde shifted his shoulders stuck a hand into his robe and then produced a card with contact numbers and the address of the shop in case Jack forgot it sometime between today and whenever he needed something.
"Here you are," he stepped toward the frazzled man and offered the card with a simple smile, "you can contact me any time, really."
It was the real reason why Jack had to sign anything. It bound Wylde as much as it bound the signer.
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