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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 3:17 pm
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Sometimes it's funny how life takes turns you don't expect. Jamie was used to the big ones by now, the ones that impact everything you know and even what you don't. This new world was no exception to that. It left him trying to figure out who he was and, honestly, there were more questions than answers.
The start was small, but he found himself at Rider-Waite seeking a few of those answers. When he opened his eyes, though, what he saw wasn't brochures about animal biology or environmental science. It wasn't what he'd come here for. Instead it was paintings and sculptures and other works of art lining walls or set atop pedestals dotting the the room. Jamie wasn't sure why he was here or when he'd stopped paying attention long enough to wander this far out of the way, but it wasn't so bad. It was kind of funny, after all.
"A gallery, huh..." he muttered to himself, looking up at one of the paintings, "I think I'm in the wrong building."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 9:02 pm
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"It depends," said Renard, "on where you wish to go."
He looked older now, much older: in his early fifties, maybe, nearly twice the age of Sibyl Liberties on that stage. There was still that arresting androgyny there, though, a curve in the hips. Renard was small-waisted even as a man. "If you're looking for the environmental sciences classrooms, you'll want to go out and to the left," he said, pointing towards the exit he meant. "If you want something else, I'm sure I know where you should go."
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 7:24 pm
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Jamie had no response to that reminder. No, he wasn't the same Jamie, but it showed on his face that he felt a bit bad anyway. "Sorry," he said instead, "I've been trying to, um, get better about that. Talking myself down, I mean."
Then he shook his head because he didn't want to dwell. Honestly, he had questions, too, but he'd hold back the ones about their past lives unless a good opportunity presented itself. "Thank you, though... If you wanna ask some stuff go ahead, but... would it be alright if I asked some things in return, then?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 6:56 am
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Jamie wasn't sure if Renard expected 'somewhere safe' to be 'on his person at all times,' but the last thing he wanted was the stone as some sort of lure creating danger for his non-magic parents when he wasn't home. Not that anyone knew he kept it outside of Shiloh, Renard, and possibly Liam, but Jamie was nothing if not paranoid considering how many people had seen him with it in the void. Sometimes it kinda sucked to be so on edge, but he'd do anything to make life easier for the ones he loved.
"Here?" he asked, reaching into his large, koi pond motif messenger bag and producing a lockbox that looked only big enough to hold the spell structure. As of yet, the key was nowhere to be found. "Is it okay-" he looked around too, "-out in the open?"
Admittedly, Jamie was cautious about allowing Renard to see the rock, but he knew more about it than anyone. If he wanted to learn, it felt counterproductive to hide it entirely. And, well, Jamie knew what it was like to want to save your friends.
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