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 Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 7:38 pm
Emile sighed. "I'm not stupid. Of course I noticed. That's why I don't go to school. Never have and quite frankly I don't care. I'm 13 if you must know and I've been different from the day I was born or hatched or however freaks like me are made." she said harshly. She felt the tears start to come. Oh no, not here, she thought. Not here not now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 6:28 am
Greg sighed as he waggled a couple of sticks around, waiting for Gianni.
"Hey-" he grinned at Araellia. "We should find that... what was his name... Acheron.. yeah, he was a laugh. I need another-" deciding araelia wouldn't be too happy if he said "guy", he decided on a different route.
"Another... psychic to talk to. Gianni obviously isnt going to show, lets go find him!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 2:21 pm
"If patience was a virtue, then you guys aren't very virtous"
Gianni mumured as she turned the corner just as the other two were about leaving.
She nodded at Greg and raised an eyebrow to araelia.
"he tells me you've got some hare-brained idea involving some sort of reunion...say it aint so"
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 12:53 pm
He grinned, and threw back his arms.
"Oh, Gi-AH-niii!"
He did a very camp dance before laughing bitterly and throwing himself down on the grass.
"Virtuous? Come on, its been a while, but surely you remember something!"
He sat back, and decided to let Araellia do the talking. He needed a beer...
Harriett sat in the subway station, morodin curled at her feet. She sighed and scratched his ear. She was lonely... she was so lonely... if only she could see what her so called friends back at the care home were doing. Probably finding someone new to pick on. She sighed again, and leant against the wall. Morodin mewed and looked at her. She looked at him, smiled at tapped out a rhythm on her chair. They danced again...
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:24 pm
(Sorry it took me a bit to reply. ^^;; )
Acheron's only response to Emile's harsh tone was to cross his arms over his chest and arch one brow in a disbelieving fashion. And then Emile started to cry. Oh, if only the girl knew how this particular young man's twisted mind worked. With his ability to control happiness and sadness he inwardly relished in Emile's emotional breakdown. Outwardly, of course, he was still serene and smooth-faced.
"Don't cry," he said, sounding a bit awkward due to his social skills being rather rusty. "For what it's worth, I kind of understand what you're going through. I'm sure my... Special abilities... Are quite different from the strange things you've been experiencing, but I can relate. So dry your tears. I'll help you."
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:12 pm
"Go to hell!" Emile yelled. "You don't know s**t about what I'm going through! You don't know a damn thing about me!" Her tears were burning her skin again and she tore off her glasses staring at the unlit candle in the middle of the table. In a moment the wick lit. She placed her glasses back on still not sure how she did that. "Still want to tell me your like me?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:50 pm
With his love for emotional displays, Acheron only smiled, somewhat disparagingly, at Emile's outburst. The color of her eyes didn't faze him, either. He was somewhat impressed by the lighting of the candle but he'd seen better from more experienced Witches so his only visible reaction was the eyebrows going back up.
"Oh, I'm not particularly like you," he said, still sounding calm. "I just happen to know quite a few people like you, and I do have abilities of my own."
So saying, Acheron reached out for her mind with his own. He could never explain how he did it, but it was like opening a little floodgate in the other person's mind. Once this particular gate was opened, an outpouring of happiness, of pure bliss, would surge through the person Acheron was working on. Having done as much to Emile, he voiced another question.
"How do you feel now? Still think I 'don't know s**t'?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:00 pm
Emile tried hard to fight the urge to smile. "Okay how do you do that?" she asked. Why did she sound so happy?
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:13 pm
Acheron found himself smiling as well, although his was one of self satisfaction. "How do I do it?" he echoed, going briefly sly. "********. I couldn't say even if I wanted to. But now that you're cheered up a little, let's eat our meal and talk about this whole 'powers' thing. Yours are probably so different from mine that I won't be able to help much, but I have some old friends I've been meaning to meet up with. If I don't know what to do with you, they can probably help."
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:38 pm
"So, I'm a charity case?" Emile asked. She shrugged. "It's to be expected. My so called powers are random at best. I can't even tell you how I do it or why. All I know is that when I get sad or angry after about a minute my tears get really hot and if I'm not wearing my glasses the first combustible thing I look at bursts into flames." Emile picked at her food. "I hate it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:48 pm
"I suppose," Acheron agreed to the "charity case" count. With his social skills he couldn't really help being blunt and wasn't about to soften the blow for Emile. He did like meeting people with abilities, so whatever he said, it might not just be charity. They made for interesting company, after all.
"These things tend to start out spontaneous and hard to control. Apparently your powers are fire-based; you might develop things branching off of that at a later date. I can help you learn to focus your mind and get a reign on this ability. And like I said, my friends might help. One has ice-based powers. You might not think it, but control of ice is pretty similar to control of fire. He's kind of an a** though. More so than me, even." He offered a crooked smile.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:57 pm
"I still don't like having them," Emile said. "Sometimes I wish I didn't have powers. Sometimes I wish I could just be normal. With lovely green eyes instead of these pure red ones." Emile took a bite of her food. She was feeling better and was opening up more not sure if it was a good thing or not. "The food is good. Thank you." she muttered.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 10:13 am
Greg lay back on the grass. and tried something. he'd not done it for a while, but it came eventually... he sent a message out to Acheron.
"hey...ACheron! Acheron! Its Greg. Remeber? We're all on the forest by the edge of the city. come on! come alone!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:27 pm
"I'm afraid it doesn't matter what you like," Acheron told Emile bluntly. "You have these powers now and you'll have to learn how to control them. And, for what it's worth, I rather like the red eyes. They're different."
He shrugged off her thanks for the food, digging into his own meal. After a few bites, though, his gaze went unfocused; a psychic message was coming in. It was Greg. Since the other male had made the connection, Acheron could reply despite the distance.
~I'm eating lunch with a girl with powers,~ he told Greg. ~I'd rather prefer not to ditch her. Can she come along? We'll come after lunch, if that's all right with you.~
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 6:28 pm
Emile smiled a little more. "You actually like my eye color?" she asked. "Everyone else freaks when they..." then she noticed his gaze o unfocused. "Hey are you okay?" she asked a little worried.
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