Mistress Dizzy

Hopefully Sanctuary

It was a small apartment. Between her empathy and her ears, it didn't take too long for Devika to notice the voices coming from the bathroom. Unfortunately (or luckily, depending on your point of view), she couldn't make out what was said.

Oh well. If they were going to have a guest, she might as well make something. Leaving Roxy and whoever it was in the bathroom, she went to the kitchen and started putting together snacks. Sliced apples with a little bowl of peanut butter to dip them in. It didn't take very long, so she went back to her room to update her blog.

Much to her surprise, her writing was gaining some traction on the internet. It seemed people were actually interested in the lives of empaths, considered rather mysterious. Devika did her best to explain how her power functioned, and her day to day struggles and triumphs. It was also a good way to keep record of her progress. A few other empaths from around the country even chimed in within the comment section, offering tips and support. All in all, it was going well.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Oh, okay. That makes more sense. I guess I misread the post. I was about to say; I have so many colored pencils that my apartment is a powder keg if they're explosive.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinny waited patiently until Slade returned. Once he did, she looked at the colored pencils with something akin to awe. “Ooh! Those are pretty.”

She took care on choosing her colors, before snagging a piece of paper and starting to draw. It was clear she was struggling with manipulating the colored pencils. Her hands were small and honestly, still learning to coordinate. But she wasn’t deterred. As she drew, she asked questions.

“I think I am ready to go shopping. Can we go shopping later? I have a lot of stuff I want.” She paused, ducking her head slightly. “If that’s okay. Sometimes I don’t get everything I want. Or at least that’s what Okaa-san says.”

She continued to draw, something taking shape on the paper. “Am I allowed to make this room pink? It’s nice how it is, but I really like pink. And purple too! They’re pretty colors.” She paused, looking up at him with the tiniest of smiles. “I know you’re a boy and boys aren’t supposed to like pink. But it would just be this room.”

Her drawing was almost finished, it seemed. “Also, can we eat lunch? I’m really, really, really hungry.” Her stomach rumbled as if in agreement. Her eyes brightened briefly. “Can we have cheeseburgers? I like kid’s meal cheeseburgers.”

“There!” Her chatting and her picture done, she held it up triumphantly. It was four figures, drawn in a child’s simple hand. One was her, judging by the size of the figure and the black hair. Two were her parents – if the coloring didn’t give it away, the yellow halos above their heads would. The last seemed to be Slade himself, and she had remembered the eyepatch and given him an orange shirt. Everyone was smiling and holding hands.

She gently placed it on Slade’s lap. “That’s for you!” She smiled warmly. “That’s Okaa-san and Daddy in heaven, and me, and you!”

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani splashed down into the refuse just in time to see Adam and her father shaking hands. That was good. It would help matters immensely if they got along well.

“Alright...” She started to look around, striding through the dank, dirty water in her Stormtrooper uniform. The boots must have been waterproof, because she didn’t feel a thing. Lucky. “There’s got to be a way out of here.”

She consulted the map they had printed off, despite it being slightly soggy, and started pacing through the water. She spoke while she searched. More garbage poured in while she did so.

“Father, it’s amazing to see you alive and well. I have a thousand questions, but those are going to have to wait until we’re safe. I would hug you, but I feel rather disgusting right now. Plus I doubt you would appreciate the uniform.”

A careful inspection of a side wall revealed an emergency stop button. “I suppose this is our exit strategy. We press this, I guess it will stop things. Maybe this is a failsafe just in case anyone fell in here accidentally. Lucky the Empire thought of it.”

Her hand hovered above the button.

“Everyone ready?”

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

...can... can you really make colored pencils explode?

Teen Titans: New Beginnings

I'm good on posting, please proceed.

Teen Titans: New Beginnings

@Master Crim I think I missed a post. I'll check after work and see if I need to get something in.

Hopefully Sanctuary

Devika was getting better and better at being sociable without getting overwhelmed. Sure there had been an incident last week where Roxy had to clear the shop, but no one seemed to be angry at her for it. She was sleeping better, and slowly trying to coax Roxy into being more friendly.That last bit was quite a trick.

J had come by 2 weeks in a row, to tutor Devika on the computer. She could tell they sort of had a crush, but Devika wasn't interested back. This didn't stop J from teasing and flirting, something Devika was having to get herself used to again.

One day, while she was reading, Devika felt an unusual surge of rage from somewhere in the apartment. "Roxy?" Who else would it be? She started to go looking.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Even after Slade silently arrived, Jinny just let herself cry for a while. It felt good, somehow. She hadn't cried since this had all happened. At one point, she finally started to talk.

"I miss them. A lot. I had a dream about them, and it was really nice. And then I woke up and it wasn't true, and that made me really sad." She paused, shifting with obvious discomfort. "Thank you for bringing me here, Uncle. I'm happy you did. But... I'm sad you did too?" It was the most she could explain at her age. Tears started to drip again, and she grabbed her favored doll and started to cry more.

Once her tears ran out, she looked up to him and asked an odd question.

"Do you have any crayons? I want to draw pictures." Her dark eyes were pink and puffy from crying, and she still looked worn out from her botched training session earlier. "My head doesn't hurt anymore. I promise." Right now, she had the overwhelming urge to do... something. Even if she wasn't fully sure if drawing pictures would help her feel better, she just had to do it.

"Maybe we can draw pictures together."

Hopefully Sanctuary

I think that 2 weeks would about do it.