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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 11:47 am
<> Fenris said, watching the gun with interest, it had pleasing lines and shapes to it.
"He says that's a nice weapon?" Mikael said, uncertain about why he was even saying that. "I don't know what's happening, this is really, really really weird."
He closed his eyes and took a deep steadying breath.
"I think I'm awake, my dreams are never like this, I'd have woken up when I got frightened. I think this is real."
<<I am awake.>> Fen said with absolute certainty in the tone of a creature which never ever doubted itself.
"Is this some kind of experiment do you think?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 12:06 pm
"I don't know what this is," Malkam said, completely out of guesses. Nothing made sense or lined up in his head.
Where is he? Where's Fen? Jorm asked miserably.
"Maybe...a game?" He said. "Hey, Mik, try thinking like, if you were in trouble, and you had to reach out for something to help you out. Try that."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 1:04 pm
The voice went sullenly quiet as he tried to figure out what was going on and how he was supposed to respond to the situation he was now in. He felt very far away from Jorm here.
"Uh. Okay." he said slowly and as instructed imagined a situation where dangerous things were coming right for him, reaching out in a panic only to find himself holding a very long, very scary looking sniper rifle with a huge skull interwoven with its mechanisms.
He dropped it immediately and leapt away from it.
"What the hell!" he shouted.
<> Fen said matter of factly, apparently unphased by this development. <>
Mikael carefully did so and held it up for inspection. "I'm scared of guns."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 1:06 pm
"We shooould..." Malkam pointed Jorm at a wall, squinting, before lowering her.
"Go outside to test them? Maybe that's why this place is so wrecked. I mean, we're not going to mess anything up, everything's broken anyway..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 1:07 pm
"NO" Mik snapped. "I don't want to SHOOT. I especially don't want to shoot magic appearing guns. That's not safe! Not safe at all. No I'm not doing it, its dangerous."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 1:16 pm
"Alright, alright, calm down, we don't have to," Malkam said, even though he really wanted to do it.
"Come on, we'll check first. We'll...probably get in trouble, anyway."
He was trying to think of a way to get the gun to go away, and just like that, it did.
In its place was a ring on his finger.
"Are...are you gone?" He asked.
I'm still here, came a scared voice, I want to go home. I can't see Fenris, is that him? How did we get like this...
"She's still here," Malkam said. He shook his head. "Let's see...if mom's here. But I guess...I think this is something else."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 1:26 pm
"Yeah, you don't say? Of course we'd get in trouble for shooting guns in a house. Someone could get killed." Malkam could be really irresponsible sometimes he thought, he didn't think enough about consequences. They'd be grounded and probably apart.
He tried thinking away the gun too because he didn't want to see it anymore, because it could get him in trouble. It went away and he relaxed again, the waves of panic abating. He too knew the voice wasn't gone, he could feel the wild tense imagery in the back of his mind, like he had his back to a vast wilderness and he'd see it if he only turned around.
"Mum's going to be so upset, she gets really really upset when things in the house change. I hope dad didn't come back, what if dad came back Malk, what if you are right? What if he's the one who got us? Mum used to warn me that if he ever came in the night I was to call the police, I was to run. What if he's here?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 1:34 pm
"We'll just play along," Malkam said, "Like we want to be here and are happy to see him, and then we can call or escape if we get a chance. I mean, we aren't tied up. And even if everything else is a wreck, this room is okay."
He was kind of hungry, and kind of grumpy. They couldn't go back to bed now, but this was not a great start to the day.
He edged out into the hallway, which was dark.
"Hello?" he asked, and trying anyway, "Mom?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 1:56 pm
"Uh. Okay." Mik sounded uncertain. He didn't know what his dad would be like any more, he couldn't imagine him after he'd left. He couldn't tell if he would be scared or if he could lie to him.
Lawrence woke from his peaceful dreams to a world that didn't make sense, he was curled up next to a warm body and his first thought was that it was his mother, she sometimes came into his room at night to soothe him when he was upset. Sometimes she fell asleep. It was only when he realised that there was a different sort of scent to the person next to him that he startled. It wasn't a bad smell, just a soft human one but it wasn't his mother.
He opened his eyes. "Uh." he said. "Is that you Lars? Sara?"
It wasn't either of them. He didn't panic, he didn't really know how to panic, instead he stretched out, looking at the room which was lovely. It was just right not to panic him. He'd been expecting crooked things and cracks on the walls, instead it was perfectly plastered, pleasing, white and smooth. Everything was level and carefully arranged. It wasn't his room, but it was a room that suited him.
"Do I know you?" he said, moving away from the other person in his bed, the contact veering from acceptable when he considered it his mother into too too much when he realised it was a stranger.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 2:04 pm
Looking back at him was a very scared looking red-headed boy (girl?) with shoulder-length hair. They had an old bruise on their neck, and were breathing quickly. They looked like they were on the edge of tears.
They drew the sheets up close to them, trying to cover themselves.
"P-please," they whispered, "Don't tell my dad."
He hadn't done anything wrong. But he wouldn't care. He'd say...Rodney knew what he'd say.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 2:20 pm
Lawrence blinked, just once to be sure that what he was looking at was real, sometimes he saw things and sometimes those things were people. They weren't always real and the man had told him that he had to work at telling when they were and weren't. When the other person didn't disappear he decided to assume that this time they were real and that he was awake.
"I don't know your old man, I won't tell him." he said, trying to calm the boy. "I think I'd get in trouble too anyway." His dad had had long stern conversations with him about things that weren't allowed and anything to do with other boys was high high on that list. He had a feeling the no clothes thing was even worse.
"I'd get a real thrashing I think. So don't worry, you are safe."
He moved closer a little curiously, looking closely at the boy. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 3:04 pm
"Rodney," He said, trying not to cry, and lapsing into quiet again. He didn't talk very much, because that usually got him into trouble too, but he thought it would be okay to ask, "What's yours?"
He drew the sheets up higher. He felt like covering his whole head.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 3:33 pm
Lawrence found himself unsure what to do. His siblings weren't shy or sad, they weren't quiet or retreating. It made him want to behave differently than usual but he had no idea what was the right thing to do. He moved a tiny bit closer.
"It's Lawrence." he said. "People call me Larry. Do you know where we are Rodney?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 4:01 pm
Rodney looked at him with big, sad eyes and shook his head.
He looked at the room too, which was nice, and clean, and safe-feeling, even if he didn't know where it was. There was art, too. He didn't recognize the artist, but it gave him a kind, and comforting feeling.
He didn't know where his clothes were, either, and he was afraid to get out of bed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 4:11 pm
"Me either." he said. "But I like it here. I usually get upset in some rooms. If they are messy it upsets me. But I like this one. I don't know where we are but its nice, nicer than my room at home. You seem nice too, you haven't made fun of me like my brother does yet. I share a room with him."
Lawrence was oblivious to Rodney's dilemma, more or less immune to shame in some ways. "Are you all right?" he asked, "You seem sad."
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