The man laughed when Erin was grossed out by his exposition. He hadn’t even been sure that the woman was still there, but the way Erin responded, he was sure that she was. It was probably rude of him to talk about another woman’s tattoos, but he was trying to make a point. “Hey, if she didn’t want the world to know, then she wouldn’t have gotten it where the bikinis she is so fond of wearing shows them.” He added, giving a slight shrug before turning to meet her gaze. “What, you didn’t think that I had been up to anything…indecent, do you?” He asked, grinning a bit and raising his eyebrow. Of course, he probably could have slept with the woman. He didn’t have a clue. Like he had explained to her, he knew facts, not history.
“Hey, don’t dis the belt!” He complained, hooking his fingers through his belt loops as he walked. He took a breath, looking around the lake, and sighed. “No. Like I told you before, I know lots of things. I know about the concierge, my apartment. I know this courtyard and lake…I just don’t recall my name… Or how I got to be…in whatever position this is.” The woman was frustrating. Actually, she was downright infuriating. He had literally said twice now that he didn’t know his name. Perhaps she didn’t find that his words were worth remembering. Or the fact that he only had a memory that went back the last twenty minutes or so made it easier for him to recall the things that he had said.
“Look, I get that this is your first…whatever this is, but I told you I don’t know these things, and I am beginning to feel like a broken record. If anyone else could see me, trust me, I would be talking to them right now, because even that squirrel over there seems to be paying closer attention to me, and he literally ran through my foot a few moments ago.” He sighed, and crossed his arms. They had left the hotel through the lobby, passing by quite a few people, and the man had tried to be seen by all of them, to no avail. It looked like she was his only option, and he wasn’t very fond of his odds.
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Naw, it was really just rain where I was, and it was mostly overnight until the early afternoon. We sat around and played games until things cleared up. I just got home, and I have a bit to do before I sit down and try to catch up on posting :)
haha yea, it was thunderstorming earlier. I'm east coast, so there was a hurricane, and we were all inside for the morning. Now it is time for bed, then cleaning and going home.
I wasn't feeling super inspired this time, so if you need me to add more, let me know. Sorry, the vacation has me pretty distracted.
“A few months?” He questioned. He wanted to tell her that he doubted her greatly, that there was no way she had been in his home this whole time. Where had he been in that time. They began to walk out to the courtyard, and she asked him for his name. “I…don’t know.” He said. He began to mess with his sleeves, but stopped midway through. “It’s like… I can tell you that my pants are from seven for all mankind, the Paxtyn line, which retail for a little more than $200. The belt is Gucci, which goes for over $350…But I can’t tell you how I got them, or if I actually paid that much for them. I know that I live…lived there.” He said, gesturing to the building once more. “I know one of the concierge’s has bleach blonde hair, but the carpet doesn’t match the curtain, and she has a tramp stamp of some punk band.” He chuckled a little, and then looked back at the woman.
“Is this something you are used to? Like… you see people like me?” He still refused to acknowledge that he was dead, but he was willing to consider that something else weird was going on. “You moved in a few months ago, and it was empty before then… So… where the hell have I been for the past eight months or so?” He asked. Somehow, he figured that she would have answers for him. If she couldn’t figure it out, then he would never go anywhere.
“Is this something you are used to? Like… you see people like me?” He still refused to acknowledge that he was dead, but he was willing to consider that something else weird was going on. “You moved in a few months ago, and it was empty before then… So… where the hell have I been for the past eight months or so?” He asked. Somehow, he figured that she would have answers for him. If she couldn’t figure it out, then he would never go anywhere.
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.
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