It's dull being at the top. Don't know what I expected, but the least they could have done was given me something to play with while I sat up there. I'd kept myself occupied by trying out my new abilites. Made a tiny bolt of lightning dance along along my fingertips, thrilled that I hadn't made another piece of furntiture explode in the process
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Almost there, almost there. Where? I have no idea where, but I know I'm almost there. Just a few more steps. Clutching the book tighter against my chest, I splay my hand on it protectively. "Don't worry little one. No one will hurt you." That's right. And my feet are cold. I glance down at them and raise an eyebrow when I notice I'm not wearing any shoes, or sock. No matter
( ... )
He was pointing a sword at me. I didn't think it could kill me any more, but it might still hurt, and I wasn't willing to try and found out at the moment. Glanced down at his feet and frowned. Must be cold walking around here barefoot. Not to mention you could step in something gross, liek the trail of one of those slug demons.
"Used to be dead, but I'm back. A lot of people have come back." Took a couple steps closer, knowing I should be able to dodge if he lunged at me. "Nice sword. Byzantine, if I'm not mistaken. They knew how to make them back then, not like those rip-offs you find on ebay now."
Keeping my eye on him, I slid my finger along the side of the blade, tracing the design carved into the metal. "No one is going to take your book, you're doing an excellent job of protecting it." Turned my head and spotted an empty office. I pointed it out. "Let's talk, it's safer in there." And you'll stop scaring the shit out of the employees.
"Is it?" Confused I look at him for a moment before taking a good look at the sword. Byzantine? I hadn't even noticed that. Blinking I look back at him and frown. "Ebay? I didn't get this of ebay, what is this ebay?" Is he trying to confuse me? Good job.
"Yes, a lot of people are dead. Don't touch my sword." Huffing, I pull it back and let it rest beside me. No one touches my weapons. How are he touch my sword. Wait, how did he know that? How did he know that a lot of people are...were...are...dead. Fred is dead, Illyria isn't. Lindsey was...is...was...dead.
"I'm not protecting this book. It's not even my book." He knows, that's not good. He knows, he shouldn't know. I have to get away from him. NotGoodNotGood. "I was just...watching it for...uhm, someone. Yes, and now I'm..." I point with my sword in a direction, any direction will do. "Taking it for a walk. Yes." That's right. Quickly I look down again and start to inch away toward...where ever.
Fly? I had no idea. Wes grabbed my hand and we both waited a moment to see if any more electricty was going to come shooting out. When it didn't, he pulled me into the elevator. I'm riding to the roof with a man who took a book for a walk. A book that he had now left in a hallway full of panicking people. Poor, poor book
( ... )
Well, that was highly disappointing. He didn't even try to fly. That wasn't the essence of the test. It was to find out if he could fly, not if he would be capable of denting Angel's car. He'll not be pleased he wont be. Angel won't be happy at all. No, no, no. It wasn't my fault! Angel had better not blame me. If he can find me that is. They'll never find me here will they
( ... )
That wasn't a very nice gesture he gave me. I was tempted to give him a gesture of my own, but I was slightly more mature than that. Then he climbed out on the ledge himself. He wan't crazy enough to fling himself over the side, was he? What was I thinking, of course he was. He took a book for a walk
( ... )
Leaning up on my elbows I stare up at him with wide eyes. What the bloody hell? One moment I was looking out over the city, the next I have Lindsey McDonald on top of me. Really, there's a time and place for everything. Besides, I don't have time, I need to go find Lilah. Need to tell her I didn't mean it. Need to...do something
( ... )
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"Used to be dead, but I'm back. A lot of people have come back." Took a couple steps closer, knowing I should be able to dodge if he lunged at me. "Nice sword. Byzantine, if I'm not mistaken. They knew how to make them back then, not like those rip-offs you find on ebay now."
Keeping my eye on him, I slid my finger along the side of the blade, tracing the design carved into the metal. "No one is going to take your book, you're doing an excellent job of protecting it." Turned my head and spotted an empty office. I pointed it out. "Let's talk, it's safer in there." And you'll stop scaring the shit out of the employees.
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"Yes, a lot of people are dead. Don't touch my sword." Huffing, I pull it back and let it rest beside me. No one touches my weapons. How are he touch my sword. Wait, how did he know that? How did he know that a lot of people are...were...are...dead. Fred is dead, Illyria isn't. Lindsey was...is...was...dead.
"I'm not protecting this book. It's not even my book." He knows, that's not good. He knows, he shouldn't know. I have to get away from him. NotGoodNotGood. "I was just...watching it for...uhm, someone. Yes, and now I'm..." I point with my sword in a direction, any direction will do. "Taking it for a walk. Yes." That's right. Quickly I look down again and start to inch away toward...where ever.
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