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 Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 5:43 pm
It crossed her mind at one point that it was almost five years since she'd awoken as Bifrost on the Surrounding. Come September or October, it would tick five years. It hadn't seemed so long, even with the months she'd spent outside of the powered world. Yet, five years was a long time to be running around with magic. Given everything that had happened, it was a wonder she was alive.
It was a wonder the civilians who'd been taken to the Surrounding were still alive. A fact someone seemed highly interested in now. Why now of all times, Bifrost wasn't sure, but she was curious as to what this guy wanted to know about it.
So she sent a simple reply to the wanted ad, from a dummy email she set up for 'Bifrost' specifically, and waited in the middle of the park to see if this guy would show. It left her time to think, and to remember the event that lead to her rebirth, amid the evening quiet.
Bifrost subconsciously rubbed the back of her neck, and waited patiently for this 'JRC' to show.
Nuxaz Sorry for the wait! If you need anything changed let me know :3
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 6:23 pm
There wasn't a single meeting he'd set up that hadn't made him nervous. It was a mix of anxiety and fear that churned in his belly because if his memories were messed up and everything he thought he knew was wrong then -
What was the culprit? Why had they been messed with? Why were they wrong?
The more he talked to people, the more he'd begun to suspect that his memories and recollection of the surrounding and his death had been tampered with. James strongly suspected that it was chaos that had tampered with it, because what else would?
The only thing that had changed since he'd first come back was the power that crawled beneath his skin like an uncomfortable itch. So logic reasoned - but magic was real and the rules of the world didn't apply to it. Ugh, thinking too much about it made his temple throb.
So, he'd gone to meet Bifrost, someone whom he assumed was either a Marvel geek or way too into norse mythos for their own good, in the park with his messenger back strapped across his chest. The green eyed man had been expecting a normal civilian but, as he got closer he realized that it was most certainly not a civilian.
There was no way in hell anyway, since the chick was glowing slightly.
Anxiety spiked and he ducked behind a tree, heart pounding in his chest as he closed his eyes and reminded himself to breath. Reluctantly he let chaos wash over him transforming his t-shirt and jeans into the dark hooded clock. He wanted to rely on the new transport abilities to flee if he needed to.
Three deep breaths later he stepped closer. "Bifrost?" He called, making sure to leave plenty of space between them. "You contacted me about an ad?"
Everything screamed this is a bad idea at him, but he wanted answers. So he stayed.
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