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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 8:20 am
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There was nothing terrible in the sky, like most days, really; Alexis was not given to reaching too high. Their domain tended more to the dark depths of the ocean - and luckily enough, the court was always available, and if they reached out and twisted the magic in the air they could do almost-anything. So it didn't matter if they went swimming in their clothes in someone-else's pool (was it someone else's? well, it was the reflection of someone else's; and they weren't swimming, anyways, they were sitting at the bottom, anchored there by their own creation until they gave up on it) or if they dragged their fingers across the gravel across the street until their fingertips streaked red.
There was no rhyme or reason to the blood on the mailbox; it was small streaks, five in a row, but it was fresh.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 9:25 pm
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There was no further blood, not really; some streaks on the gravel, maybe, some on a nearby open door. There was no sign of a fight, no sign of struggle, no sign of death.
There were wet footprints leading through the door. Sneakers.
Alexis didn't know America had found their marks. How could they? They were sitting and doing as close to meditating as they ever got, and when their peace was found in someone-else's-shirt (belted, too big, almost like a tunic) and leggings ten feet under the surface, they took what they could get. Their fingers stung, but it'd heal quickly; they weren't blisters, just scrapes from where the skin was thin.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2017 9:38 pm
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Alexis said something, or it seemed like they said something; because all that came out was a harsh stream of bubbles right in America's face. Even in the shadows of the pool, their eyes were strange and dark, red lines of skin on their neck on both sides where the skin raised -- and the water pulled America away from Alexis, forcefully, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her out of the pool to sit her on the side.
After a second, Alexis poked their head out of the water, resting their arms on the side. "What the <********>," they enunciated very clearly, and gave her a stare that mostly said are you batshit insane.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2017 11:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 10:00 pm
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"I don't carry a highlighter around, don't tell me what I can n' can't do." They scowled. "'s not that I'm sittin' on it -- I'm, uh, kinda making a wave under myself? ...so yeah, I can walk on water, but I have'ta concentrate or else everythin' gets soaked."
Alexis paused. Took a second to look down at the fact that, collarbones-down, they were underwater. Shrugged.
"These don't count. If I wanted to go shittalk the ocean, though, that'd be a walk-on-water moment."
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