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Just want to let you know that I am leaving tomorrow for vacation. I will be gone Wednesday through Saturday night. I might be on the interweb before then, but I can't guarantee it.
I added something to make it jive a bit better. Hope that's okay!
Also, I am going on vacation this week, leaving tomorrow. I will be back on Sunday. I may pop in before then, but I won't guarantee it.
Also, I am going on vacation this week, leaving tomorrow. I will be back on Sunday. I may pop in before then, but I won't guarantee it.
He had ignored the girl protesting. Of course she didn’t want him to return home. However, when he exited the apartment a minute later, he was much less cocky. Her sympathy was well received, even though she probably wasn’t the most sincere. She said that he didn’t live here anymore, and for once he believed her. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and he didn’t think anything of it. Her hand seemed natural to him, and he didn’t realize how strange it was that he was solid to her but he had been passed through by her father.
However, when she began to explain that he needed to move on to the next life, he backed away quickly from her. “No… I’m not dead.” He said, shaking his head quickly. “I’m not going anywhere.” Unfortunately, her plan of simply telling him to leave didn’t work, and he was still here. He was, however, knocked off his pedestal a little, and began to roll the sleeves up on his button-down, one arm at a time, until the sleeves sat just below his elbows.
“I don’t…believe that I am dead. I don’t feel dead. And even if I was, go on to where?” Though he should have known that this woman wouldn’t have had any answers for him. Still, he wasn’t just going to let go of everything and leave. He took a few deep breaths, having a bit of trouble coping with what was going on. He had already told her that he didn’t know his name, and naturally, she didn’t have any idea either. “I think…I need some fresh air.” He said after a few moments of silence. For once, what he wanted to do and what Erin wanted to do seemed to line up. “Can we…go outside?” He would follow her downstairs via the elevator, finally quiet. Someone else got in the elevator on the way down, and he had to step out of their way because they were literally standing on his toes. He didn’t speak again until they had gotten outside. “I don’t understand what is going on. I can’t be dead. I don’t…remember even getting hurt. I don’t feel hurt.” He said, looking down at his arms. “How long have you lived in my apartment?” He asked, changing the subject suddenly. He didn’t remember dying, but he also didn’t remember someone else moving into his apartment.
However, when she began to explain that he needed to move on to the next life, he backed away quickly from her. “No… I’m not dead.” He said, shaking his head quickly. “I’m not going anywhere.” Unfortunately, her plan of simply telling him to leave didn’t work, and he was still here. He was, however, knocked off his pedestal a little, and began to roll the sleeves up on his button-down, one arm at a time, until the sleeves sat just below his elbows.
“I don’t…believe that I am dead. I don’t feel dead. And even if I was, go on to where?” Though he should have known that this woman wouldn’t have had any answers for him. Still, he wasn’t just going to let go of everything and leave. He took a few deep breaths, having a bit of trouble coping with what was going on. He had already told her that he didn’t know his name, and naturally, she didn’t have any idea either. “I think…I need some fresh air.” He said after a few moments of silence. For once, what he wanted to do and what Erin wanted to do seemed to line up. “Can we…go outside?” He would follow her downstairs via the elevator, finally quiet. Someone else got in the elevator on the way down, and he had to step out of their way because they were literally standing on his toes. He didn’t speak again until they had gotten outside. “I don’t understand what is going on. I can’t be dead. I don’t…remember even getting hurt. I don’t feel hurt.” He said, looking down at his arms. “How long have you lived in my apartment?” He asked, changing the subject suddenly. He didn’t remember dying, but he also didn’t remember someone else moving into his apartment.
Learning more about Anabelle’s mother, Kieran was a bit surprised that the woman had pretended it was all a joke and basically ignored her daughter’s concerns. It was very concerning, because Kieran knew it meant that Anabelle had absolutely no direction for her abilities. It was fortunate, in a way, that she wasn’t an elemental. They were the most volatile, and people could have died because of the woman’s lack of instruction. It also sounded like Anabelle’s mother was from Kieran’s world, and had been hoping that if she could just ignore her daughter’s abilities, they would go away. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had been a healer as well, or if she was able to do something else. He sat quietly as she explained that she hadn’t pressed her mother for further information.
“Yes.” Kieran answered, nodding in response to her question. “But it isn’t something I can show you easily.” He admitted. “I have the gift of spirit. That means that I can sense magic. That’s how I knew you… you didn’t do anything wrong, but I can see magic on people, and I can tell the type as well. There are a few other things that people like me can do, but that is what I am best at.” He wasn’t going to get into the stress of talking about visions and prophecies, since this was already going to be overwhelming.
“There are four different… branches of magic.” Kieran changed the subject a little, but wanted to show her that he was eager to tell her things about what she was, rather than just putting her on edge about herself. “Healers…pretty self-explanatory. Mages of spirit, like me, can sense magic, and have visions about the future. The third branch is Mind, they can read minds, and move objects with their minds. Finally, there are elementals. They have the ability to control wind, fire, water, and earth. A person who has the gift of magic only has one branch, though they might specialize in one part of their branch.”
The server came over once more, now that the dishes were largely finished, and asked if they wanted dessert. Kieran looked at Anabelle for her opinion, and if she didn’t seem interested in more food, he would simply ask for the check. He felt bad, in a way, that he had turned this entire lunch into a bit of a business meeting.
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“I’m ready when you are.” Rhys replied. She had already been up for a bit, so she had eaten something small, and gotten water already. Rhys followed him along the lake, but she wasn’t too thrilled about his first question. “I do. I have a mother, father, older brother, and younger sister.” Rhys answered.
“I left six years ago. There was…an accident. I’m sure you’re not surprised by that, though.” She added. Rhys was quite aware that she looked very incompetent as a magic user, and she was. “None of them had magic. They couldn’t help, or understand, and I was putting them in danger. They are better off now. I know when I was still home, my father was having a hard time finding a suitor for my younger sister, because we lived in a small village, and they knew that there was something…wrong with me.” Naturally, her father had abandoned the idea of getting Rhys married off, and her little sister used to have temper tantrums about how she was ruining their lives. Hopefully, all of that had changed, and Jemma was now married. She probably had children of her own. It was hard for Rhys to think about home, to know that her family had moved on, and was safer and happier without her.
For six years, Rhys had been on her own. There had never been a place that she felt safe enough to practice her ability, to control what she could do. “I traveled around, settling for short periods of time, doing odd jobs. I worked at a taproom on occasion, but I also worked for a blacksmith, polishing things. When I was younger I dressed up like a boy, and delivered messages and such. People employed boys and rarely gave them a second glance. It is more difficult to pull that off, but not impossible with the right clothing.” She said, giving a slight chuckle.
Rhys walked along the road beside him. This was the first time she had really spoken about herself, and while it was strange to try to summarize so much in casual conversation, she appreciated the opportunity to speak and share things about her life at her own pace. “What about you? Do you have any family?” He questioned.
“Yes.” Kieran answered, nodding in response to her question. “But it isn’t something I can show you easily.” He admitted. “I have the gift of spirit. That means that I can sense magic. That’s how I knew you… you didn’t do anything wrong, but I can see magic on people, and I can tell the type as well. There are a few other things that people like me can do, but that is what I am best at.” He wasn’t going to get into the stress of talking about visions and prophecies, since this was already going to be overwhelming.
“There are four different… branches of magic.” Kieran changed the subject a little, but wanted to show her that he was eager to tell her things about what she was, rather than just putting her on edge about herself. “Healers…pretty self-explanatory. Mages of spirit, like me, can sense magic, and have visions about the future. The third branch is Mind, they can read minds, and move objects with their minds. Finally, there are elementals. They have the ability to control wind, fire, water, and earth. A person who has the gift of magic only has one branch, though they might specialize in one part of their branch.”
The server came over once more, now that the dishes were largely finished, and asked if they wanted dessert. Kieran looked at Anabelle for her opinion, and if she didn’t seem interested in more food, he would simply ask for the check. He felt bad, in a way, that he had turned this entire lunch into a bit of a business meeting.
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“I’m ready when you are.” Rhys replied. She had already been up for a bit, so she had eaten something small, and gotten water already. Rhys followed him along the lake, but she wasn’t too thrilled about his first question. “I do. I have a mother, father, older brother, and younger sister.” Rhys answered.
“I left six years ago. There was…an accident. I’m sure you’re not surprised by that, though.” She added. Rhys was quite aware that she looked very incompetent as a magic user, and she was. “None of them had magic. They couldn’t help, or understand, and I was putting them in danger. They are better off now. I know when I was still home, my father was having a hard time finding a suitor for my younger sister, because we lived in a small village, and they knew that there was something…wrong with me.” Naturally, her father had abandoned the idea of getting Rhys married off, and her little sister used to have temper tantrums about how she was ruining their lives. Hopefully, all of that had changed, and Jemma was now married. She probably had children of her own. It was hard for Rhys to think about home, to know that her family had moved on, and was safer and happier without her.
For six years, Rhys had been on her own. There had never been a place that she felt safe enough to practice her ability, to control what she could do. “I traveled around, settling for short periods of time, doing odd jobs. I worked at a taproom on occasion, but I also worked for a blacksmith, polishing things. When I was younger I dressed up like a boy, and delivered messages and such. People employed boys and rarely gave them a second glance. It is more difficult to pull that off, but not impossible with the right clothing.” She said, giving a slight chuckle.
Rhys walked along the road beside him. This was the first time she had really spoken about herself, and while it was strange to try to summarize so much in casual conversation, she appreciated the opportunity to speak and share things about her life at her own pace. “What about you? Do you have any family?” He questioned.
I liked it! I am having a little trouble coming up with a decent response. I have established disbelief, and he is a bit grumpy, but I am not sure what to have next, so I am going to think on it a bit before I post something short.
Erin gave some excuse about the neighbor talking loudly on her phone, and the man simply stood there in shock. Erin’s father disappeared, and the man turned his attention to Erin once more. “I’m here. I’m definitely here…” He said “You could be crazy, because this is my apartment.” He added. When Erin brought up the doorknob, the man looked at his hand once more. “I know… there is only one answer.” He paused for a few moments, and then looked up at her once more. “It’s a government conspiracy. They must have drugged me with something experimental. That’s why I my hand can move through the knob.” He paused, knowing that it wasn’t a complete explanation, but unsure of how to handle the rest of what was going on.
“And maybe the drug also make light bend around me to older people, like… those phone ringtones years ago. They had the high frequency buzzing so adults couldn’t hear it. Maybe they found a way to bend light and manipulate sound… it’s the only thing that makes sense.” He turned away from her for a moment and went back to the door, reaching his hand out not towards the knob, but towards the door itself. His hand was palm out, and he pressed gently against the door, feeling minimal resistance as his hand disappeared. Perhaps it was an invasion of privacy, but he still felt like this was his apartment, and so he was justified. The man took a deep breath, and then took a step forward disappearing into the apartment for a few moments.
Upon entering, he saw Erin’s father sitting inside on the couch. He was watching television, but to the man, it wasn’t the most noticeable thing. No, far more noticeable was the fact that things had changed. This wasn’t right. The dishes on the counter were wrong. The couch, the coffee table, all of his decorations, even the art on the walls was wrong. He only stayed for a few moments before he went back to the door, pausing to look at the bathroom sink. As he had said to Erin, it was chipped. This was his apartment, but so many things had changed… how long had he been gone?
He reappeared in the hallway less than a minute after he left. “I…my stuff is gone.” He said. “I don’t understand. That is my apartment… the chip on the sink, I lived here for years… I don’t…” He was visibly deflated, and pale. He couldn’t understand why so much was different than what he knew. “I am important… I am… holy fuck. I don’t know my name. Erin, what’s going on?” He questioned, beginning to panic a little.
“And maybe the drug also make light bend around me to older people, like… those phone ringtones years ago. They had the high frequency buzzing so adults couldn’t hear it. Maybe they found a way to bend light and manipulate sound… it’s the only thing that makes sense.” He turned away from her for a moment and went back to the door, reaching his hand out not towards the knob, but towards the door itself. His hand was palm out, and he pressed gently against the door, feeling minimal resistance as his hand disappeared. Perhaps it was an invasion of privacy, but he still felt like this was his apartment, and so he was justified. The man took a deep breath, and then took a step forward disappearing into the apartment for a few moments.
Upon entering, he saw Erin’s father sitting inside on the couch. He was watching television, but to the man, it wasn’t the most noticeable thing. No, far more noticeable was the fact that things had changed. This wasn’t right. The dishes on the counter were wrong. The couch, the coffee table, all of his decorations, even the art on the walls was wrong. He only stayed for a few moments before he went back to the door, pausing to look at the bathroom sink. As he had said to Erin, it was chipped. This was his apartment, but so many things had changed… how long had he been gone?
He reappeared in the hallway less than a minute after he left. “I…my stuff is gone.” He said. “I don’t understand. That is my apartment… the chip on the sink, I lived here for years… I don’t…” He was visibly deflated, and pale. He couldn’t understand why so much was different than what he knew. “I am important… I am… holy fuck. I don’t know my name. Erin, what’s going on?” He questioned, beginning to panic a little.
He could tell that he upset her, but he was bringing up a sensitive subject to a healer, so it was pretty inevitable. When she finally answered, she stumbled over her words. He waited, though it was a bit difficult to bite his tongue while she tried to give him an answer. Still, he was grateful that he remained quiet, because he learned quite a bit about the girl. Anabelle lived with her mother, and had very little understanding of what she could do. Either she wasn’t strong, or she hadn’t learned how to control what she could do. “Yes, Anabelle.” Kieran answered finally. “I think that I can help you understand what you can do. I am sorry for springing this on you, but there is no delicate way to talk about these matters.” Kieran knew that magic wasn’t considered ‘real’ in this world. It was doubt that helped people hide here, and while it benefited them as individuals, it did not help the rest of the mages at home fight for their lives and their freedom.
Kieran continued to eat, because while this might have been very stressful for Anabelle, he had known what he was getting into. She could have run, but he didn’t think that she would, since she hadn’t already. “What you said before, about living with your mother. She hasn’t… told you about this sort of thing?” He questioned. He felt like she should have at least taught Anabelle about the basic things she could do, that way she could better control her abilities. Then again, he imagined that it was possible her mother was not someone who used magic. He had never heard of someone being born of this world and having magic powers, but anything was possible. It could even be that the man who had fathered Anabelle had come to this world and had gifts; her mother might not even be aware. “Have you talked to her about it at all?” He questioned.
Around this time, the server brought more drinks to the table. Kieran paused to thank them, and then finished the last of the meal, waiting for Anabelle to reveal whatever information she felt comfortable revealing. He thought about telling her about himself and what he could do, but if she really knew so little about magic, then he might overwhelm her, or make her think that he was simply insane.
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Despite her attempt to make a joke, Devon found something else to lecture her on, namely running her mouth. She had been on her own for a few years already, and she felt like she knew not to piss off the wrong people. They ate, and began to settle down for the evening, and Devon explained that they didn’t need to keep watch because he could sense people coming more easily from his slumber. “Awesome.” She replied, glad that she could get a good night’s sleep. Devon then told her about his friend, Kieran, a mage with visions of people with magic roaming over the world. Rhys was surprised, but it sounded great. “Brave, or perhaps a little stupid.” Rhys commented lightly. She took her pack, shifting a bit, and then turned away from him, using it as a pillow as well.
She took a while to fall asleep, hearing the sounds from the forest, and the steady breathing of her traveling companion. She wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else around, or outside, and it made her nervous. Eventually she fell asleep, though, and woke after the sun rose the next day. Rhys drank a bit of water and washed up a little, figuring that Devon would wake when he was ready. She braided her hair, using a small string to secure it, and took out a bit of food to eat, as well as a small journal and some charcoal in a cloth.
As a child, Rhys had been fortunate enough to learn how to read and write, though she wasn’t doing that now. Instead, she spend a little time drawing the scene. It wasn’t exactly what she saw, but she stayed true to the energy of the clearing, drawing trees, the stream, and trying to capture the warmth of the environment with the single color. Drawing had always been something that had helped her relax, and with her ability, having something that helped her relax was really important. She was so engrossed in the drawing that she didn’t even hear Devon when he initially woke.
Kieran continued to eat, because while this might have been very stressful for Anabelle, he had known what he was getting into. She could have run, but he didn’t think that she would, since she hadn’t already. “What you said before, about living with your mother. She hasn’t… told you about this sort of thing?” He questioned. He felt like she should have at least taught Anabelle about the basic things she could do, that way she could better control her abilities. Then again, he imagined that it was possible her mother was not someone who used magic. He had never heard of someone being born of this world and having magic powers, but anything was possible. It could even be that the man who had fathered Anabelle had come to this world and had gifts; her mother might not even be aware. “Have you talked to her about it at all?” He questioned.
Around this time, the server brought more drinks to the table. Kieran paused to thank them, and then finished the last of the meal, waiting for Anabelle to reveal whatever information she felt comfortable revealing. He thought about telling her about himself and what he could do, but if she really knew so little about magic, then he might overwhelm her, or make her think that he was simply insane.
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Despite her attempt to make a joke, Devon found something else to lecture her on, namely running her mouth. She had been on her own for a few years already, and she felt like she knew not to piss off the wrong people. They ate, and began to settle down for the evening, and Devon explained that they didn’t need to keep watch because he could sense people coming more easily from his slumber. “Awesome.” She replied, glad that she could get a good night’s sleep. Devon then told her about his friend, Kieran, a mage with visions of people with magic roaming over the world. Rhys was surprised, but it sounded great. “Brave, or perhaps a little stupid.” Rhys commented lightly. She took her pack, shifting a bit, and then turned away from him, using it as a pillow as well.
She took a while to fall asleep, hearing the sounds from the forest, and the steady breathing of her traveling companion. She wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else around, or outside, and it made her nervous. Eventually she fell asleep, though, and woke after the sun rose the next day. Rhys drank a bit of water and washed up a little, figuring that Devon would wake when he was ready. She braided her hair, using a small string to secure it, and took out a bit of food to eat, as well as a small journal and some charcoal in a cloth.
As a child, Rhys had been fortunate enough to learn how to read and write, though she wasn’t doing that now. Instead, she spend a little time drawing the scene. It wasn’t exactly what she saw, but she stayed true to the energy of the clearing, drawing trees, the stream, and trying to capture the warmth of the environment with the single color. Drawing had always been something that had helped her relax, and with her ability, having something that helped her relax was really important. She was so engrossed in the drawing that she didn’t even hear Devon when he initially woke.
Thanks so much for letting me know! I am pretty patient, and I hope the painting went well.
The woman was…incredibly rude to him, but such was his luck today. When she began to shout, and pulled her key out, he looked at her with a puzzled expression. Surely that could have been a key for anywhere, he reasoned. “That key…could be for anywhere.” He said, but he stumbled a bit over his words. The thing with the knob, he couldn’t just brush that aside again. It was nagging at him. Something was seriously wrong.
He almost missed her next words, but he began to tune in when she mentioned security. “Then call them.” He replied, just as steadfast as she was in proclaiming ownership of the apartment. “They will back me up. I have lived here for… years. Maybe they can figure out what the-“ His words were interrupted by the lock in the door turning, and the door itself opening. As the man was still closer to the door, he turned towards it, surprised to see that there was someone else inside his apartment.
“Erin, is there something wrong?” The older man asked, half-stepping out of the apartment. “I heard shouting.” He added.
When the older man stepped forward, he was forced to take a small step back. Clearly this older man had no concept of personal bubble, and he was completely ignoring the most important in the hallway. Making an effort to rectify that, he spoke again. “There is something wrong, as a matter of a fact. You and…this chick are squatting in my apartment.”
However, the older man didn’t even glance at him, and was still looking at his daughter, completely unaffected by the well-dressed but rather rude individual in their hallway. “HELLO?” The young man said again, waving his arm in front of John’s face. Before he could pull his hand away, John took another step towards his daughter, and moved right through his arm. He felt a sort of…thickness, like someone was squeezing his arm, but in a moment, John had passed through him, and the feeling passed. “Wha-?” He stared at his arm in shock, shaking his head in disbelief before looked back up at the girl who had argued with him. The older man couldn’t see him, but this one could. He couldn’t open the door on his own, and then the older man walked through him—literally through. There was only one explanation.
He almost missed her next words, but he began to tune in when she mentioned security. “Then call them.” He replied, just as steadfast as she was in proclaiming ownership of the apartment. “They will back me up. I have lived here for… years. Maybe they can figure out what the-“ His words were interrupted by the lock in the door turning, and the door itself opening. As the man was still closer to the door, he turned towards it, surprised to see that there was someone else inside his apartment.
“Erin, is there something wrong?” The older man asked, half-stepping out of the apartment. “I heard shouting.” He added.
When the older man stepped forward, he was forced to take a small step back. Clearly this older man had no concept of personal bubble, and he was completely ignoring the most important in the hallway. Making an effort to rectify that, he spoke again. “There is something wrong, as a matter of a fact. You and…this chick are squatting in my apartment.”
However, the older man didn’t even glance at him, and was still looking at his daughter, completely unaffected by the well-dressed but rather rude individual in their hallway. “HELLO?” The young man said again, waving his arm in front of John’s face. Before he could pull his hand away, John took another step towards his daughter, and moved right through his arm. He felt a sort of…thickness, like someone was squeezing his arm, but in a moment, John had passed through him, and the feeling passed. “Wha-?” He stared at his arm in shock, shaking his head in disbelief before looked back up at the girl who had argued with him. The older man couldn’t see him, but this one could. He couldn’t open the door on his own, and then the older man walked through him—literally through. There was only one explanation.
My post is a little short- I figured it was better for interaction and conversation between them.
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