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[right][sub][i][color=C789B1]April 14
13 Morningdove Lane - 12:12am[/color][/i][/sub][/right]
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Belladonna hated every moment she stood in this....guess someone would call it a house. Not only was she amongst a bunch of people she did not know apart from Pom who, while cool in her books, was still essentially a stranger. Every fiber inside of her told her to run, get out, leave this group and this crazy conspiracy that somehow she was not actually insane and seeing things that weren't there (didn't some test show some of her relatives had schizophrenia or bipolar? she wasn't sure anymore) and that she was, actually, magic. That magic existed currently and had existed in the past and had gone extinct until now.

And this Archivist was some old douchebag with a superiority complex. Like this whole thing was taken out of the pages of some fantasy epic. Bella had to laugh. Hell, she started to. A light chuckle before she actually let out the stress she had been feeling into an uproarious laugh. 

She had to be going insane. That was the only thing that made sense. The stress finally got to her and she had snapped. All of this was some intense hallucination.

She finally stopped, wiping the tears forming in her eyes, before she proceeded. If this was a mass hallucination she may as well enjoy it before she was dragged off to some soft room with a jacket made to hug herself.

[color=C789B1]"I got some questions Santa."[/color] She held up a hand showing five fingers. For every question she pointed to a digit. [color=C789B1]"One: Is the whole cryptic, old, wizened geezer an act or does that just come with the territory? Two: why be a dick when you seemingly invited us here? Three: Could you have picked a more typical place to meet? Like was a broken down farm or dark moor in the moonlight not available today? Four: How did you know about any of us getting whatever it is we got enough to send cryptic letters with information no one should know about. And five, though this isn't a question and is more of a statement: give me one solid reason why I should continue to stick around listening to you instead of getting the fuck out of this town and from something clearly in the drinking water. Does that satisfy you grandpa?"[/color]

Belladonna turned around without waiting for a response. She didn't care if others were catching on to whatever it was the old dude was hinting at. Either he spoke honest or she was leaving and leaving whatever the hell it was she had seen behind.

Heck, at this point, maybe it WAS the brownie...