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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 7:33 pm
"WELL my Papa is really strong! An' he can move through shadows an' stuff so he won' get hurt or in the way." Altair huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "AND my Papa doesn' even really get hurt, so there."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 7:35 pm
Phyl shrugs, adopting an uninterested tone "Whatever. I don't Tick really care what your daddy can Tock do. He won't like me at all."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 7:39 pm
Altair opened her mouth to object, but then shut it... Sad fact of reality was that Phyl was probably right abot that.... Altair knew her Papa generally hated anyone and everyone...
"Um... What's your name? I'm Altair."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 7:42 pm
Phyl had a feeling she was right, and it was bittersweet. "'m Tick Phyllida Birchwood, Tock I'm 61,363 hours, 26 minutes, and 58 seconds Tick old." She pauses "59 seconds."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:02 pm
Altair blinked a few times, and nodded. "Oh... uhh... You keep track? That's a lotta time to keep track of..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:03 pm
Phyl nods smiling and tilting her head in an eerie fashion "I love Tick time. It likes me Tick too. It's as if it is connected to me by strands. I Tick can control it kinda too."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:08 pm
"Oh, that's cool! I dunno anyone who can do that... Me 'n Kindle can mess with paper an' stuff.... Papa talks to shadows! An' Mama is uhh... Mama is a really good flyer." Altair nodded. "But she does other stuff too..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:11 pm
Phyl clicks her tongue "It's not Tock ' Mama is a really good flyer', it's 'Mama flies really well." She leans forward "Can I see what you Tick can do?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:29 pm
Altair frowned. "Mama's still teachin' me the writin' an' grammar stuff." She shrugged and then pulled her sketchbook out of her backpack {that i failed to mention she had}. "Welllll, I'm mostly just good at makin' paper do things but I can also make drawin's come to life too! Only for a bit though..."
She held her hand out over the book. It flipped open on its own, and a piece of paper ripped itself out, then started to fold itself into an origami crane. "Here, you wannit?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:31 pm
Phyl tilts her head, twirling her finger. The crane quickly unfolds itself, and the paper attached itself back into the spine of the book. Another finger twirl and the paper moved back into the crane, and she bounces it in her hand. "It's pretty..." She blinks, regaining her composure and grumbling "..I'll keep Tick it if you don't want it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:55 pm
Altair blinked a few times, surprised. "How'd you do that?" She shrugged a little and put her book away. "I can make as many as I want so you can keep thattun."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:59 pm
I just Tick moved the time flow backwards... that's Tock all. She looks at the crane, looking very pleased. "It looks terrible..." THat's not what her expression said!
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 7:58 pm
"Oh... that's cool." Altair smiled a bit... though the smile faded when Phyl said the crane looked terrible. "But its a perfect crane! I've made like, a thousand of them before." She huffed a little, looking a bit hurt.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:04 pm
Phyl flinches slightly, feeling a bit bad for hurting Altair's feelings. She looks away sheepishly, cradling the crane in her hands "Er...Well...Tick I'm sorry. I Tick am not Tock used to receiving presents..." She goes back to drilling a hole in the ground with her glare, feeling embarassed
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:09 pm
"Well its not nice to say that y-your present looks bad." She grumbled and pushed herself up to her feet. "I gotta go anyways. Papa prolly knows I snuck out by now." She dusted herself off, and then walked over to her shoes to put them back on.
"I guess I'll see you later Phyl." She waved a little, and headed off back to her house.
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