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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:35 am
She was in a classroom and it was one of their classrooms. There was just enough that was familiar to embody the recognizable spirit of a high school classroom, but it was shifted to the left of human normality and all the more alien for the resemblance. On her desk was a slim, leather volume written a language she could just barely, almost read, and there was a familiarity in that. A quiet disability that transferred even between worlds. At the front of the class was a pale man, tall and dark, and if she focused on him for too long, his features would grow blander and blander. There was no aspect of him that could be fixed upon and described other than pale and dark and tall. He gave her a tepid smile, and asked, "Are you interested in transferring?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 9:13 am
There were a thousand red flags that were going up in her head. One she didn't know where she was, and that meant either she got drunk and had a good time or something wasn't as it was supposed to be. Two, she didn't know who the man in the front of the room was, and he was doing some supernatural s**t with his appearances- that wasn't good either.
The folder was the least strange of all. Couldn't read it? Not that unusual. "Transferring? The ********? I graduated high school already." She attempted to stand from the desk, testing the limits of this supernatural encounter.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 12:59 pm
She was able to stand easily, and the man did not comment on the action. IN answer to her statement, he asked in flat disinterest, "Do you think you are adequate, already? That you will have a place in the future, remaining as you are?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:59 pm
Chel grinned. A year or two of Jack and Finn had prepared her for this kind of manipulative bullshit. "'Course not. I'm easy pickings."
Especially with recent events, Chel's self esteem wasn't exactly through the roof. "Why, you lookin' to apply for my place?" It was said as a joke, even followed by a laugh.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 10:19 pm
And suddenly the man smiled, and for a moment, his features became distinct before slipping back into their less memorable state. "I could, if you tire of it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 10:26 pm
Chel's smile disappeared. She'd been joking. Someone taking her place?
... It sounded nice not to exist for a little while.
"Would I get to come back? Is it like Freaky Friday or is it more Exorcism style?" She put her hand out and rolled it as she talked. "I mean ... details bro."
She wasn't outright accepting his proposition, but she wasn't denying it either. Chel had always been easily toyed with. Jack and Finn had made her better at anticipating it, but not better at defending from it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 10:41 pm
"Of course," he reassured her mildly, "I have my own place to return to. All you would lose is a little time, here and there."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 10:45 pm
"Would it hurt me? Do I get to pick when I come back? I mean, c'mon dude. I know you're playin' tall, dark and weird as ********, but I'm not dumb." Surprisingly astute occasionally.
She bit her lip. Maybe she was biting off more than she could chew. Yet ... the allure was heavily outweighing the consequences. "For the record, I'm not opposed. I just need to know more. Sorry."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:33 am
"You are fragile. It would hurt as much as existing generally does for your sort." And then he shook his head, slowly, "It is not your place to determine. But I will use you with prudence." Again that flicker of a smile, there and gone, "I am very patient."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:40 am
Chel thought for a moment. Her eyes closed, she took a deep breath in. This probably constituted high treason on fifty different levels. There would no doubt be consequences. She thought of Chris, of Jack, of Finn. Of Chris.
The pain was too much.
"Okay." She had made her choice. "I know you'll ignore this s**t, but if I get any consideration, please don't hurt the one called Chris Axten." She thought for a moment. Jack Hawthorn lingered on her tongue, but she pushed it down.
She knew whatever this guy wanted was so much more than one individual hunter.
But who knew, maybe not everyone was ******** up. Maybe he'd actually take it into account. It was worth a shot.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:53 am
The man smiled and suddenly he was distinct and magnetic. Before her stood a being who could do things, who could and would shift worlds given the appropriate lever. It was very unlikely that the one called Chris Axten was such a lever, so perhaps in that she would find comfort, as the man offered nothing else. Chelsea Craft woke up standing at the edge of a cliff, wind and rain storming down on her and water churning violently against the water below. It would be the first such awakening, but nowhere near the last. chiickadee Chelsea will have brief black outs from time to time, simply blinking her eyes to find herself in different places. Sometimes there is no visible difference, and other times she will notice duties have been finished or her room cleaned. Despite her wake up at the cliff, for the most part it seems oddly benign.
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