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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 8:03 am
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"Metaphorical magic Kool Aid," Alexis shrugged, "I didn't grow up with magic, what the ******** do I know." Fox's comment about them looking healthy made them laugh, though. "Healthy? Seriously? I'm a hundred and twenty soaking wet and I can't breathe if it gets hot, I'm half-blind on one side, and the only reason I don't live on fast food is I live with a cook. Wouldn't call that healthy, Officer."
They scrutinized her for a few seconds and then looked away with a sigh. "Figured you wouldn't get it. Nah. 's not a metaphor, but that doesn't matter, right? I'm used to magic ruinin' my life already."
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 7:41 pm
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"Fingers crunch," Alexis murmured, under their breath -- they were unhappy about it, but it wasn't a question, it was a statement. They knew what it felt like, and they didn't want to think about it any more than they absolutely had to - less than that, actually. (Rill crying out Alois' name in pain and terror, Ezra's name, any name she could think of - it would haunt them for a very long time. What they could remember of it.)
"I like t'think I answer questions pretty good. 'Least when it comes to talking about what my magic can do." They shrugged. "But you already know that, so. N' by the way - yes, it's the anxiety aura freaking you out, no I can't turn it off, etc."
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 8:56 pm
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Alexis clicked their tongue. "I can track, I can mimic you," (and for 'you' they slipped into a almost-perfect replica of Fox's voice, down to the cadence,) "teeth, gills, eyes, water control, I find knives wherever I want, and I can." There was a brief moment of annoyance, and then a light breeze ruffled Fox's hair. "Do something with breezes. It's dumb, whatever, ******** it, magic is s**t. N' probably some other stuff I haven't discovered yet." They'd rattled it all off as easily as they would a phone number; second-nature, really.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 11:07 pm
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"Get arrested n' put on magic probation," Alexis grumped, "you'll see how useful it is, they had to waterproof half the station." (They'd noticed, when they went to talk to Jeremiah, when they had to check in every so often. Little things. Different materials; strange to their fingers. Not that they'd spent too much time in the Ashdown police station before everything, but -- enough to know the fabric was different, some of the doors reinforced, little things. Probably more, in holding areas. They didn't want to go back to check, not when they were trying to do better.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 5:15 pm
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It was on purpose enough, Alexis wanted to say, or; I'll hurt people anyways, does it matter if I want to, because even if they weren't the Alexis she'd read up on and oversight-known they still knew their own desires -- dig your nails in and make them bleed when they take anything from you, latch on until they pry you off with tooth and claw and blade -- but they said nothing, quiet, just the sound of their footsteps against the concrete. I'll rip my own heart out and feed it to you and watch you choke, maybe. Someone had said that to them once. (Was it Alois? They couldn't remember what he'd told them. It didn't seem like their family, any of their family, to say something so viscerally hands-between-ribs; or Autumn or Zac, or anyone at all.)
Their left wrist spasmed, briefly, and their shoulders tensed - it was only a small twitch, where their fingers clenched without wanting, but their arm shivered and then laid still as the pain subsided.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 7:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 8:00 pm
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"No," Alexis said, almost before Fox had finished speaking; and again, "No, 's fine." Their eyes scanned the horizon for something, anything, that they couldn't put a name for. "Don't you gotta get back to work, though? And I've got a shift in an hour." They gritted their nails into the soft meat of their palms, knowing there'd be marks when they looked.
They would have said more to her, but even as kind as she was, Fox was still a cop and Alexis couldn't trust her. Jeremiah was different, because he knew, he'd known them when they were less than this (or more than this? less pared-down, a blunt object, a baseball bat with nails but no knife no stiletto blade no force of nature) and he'd seen them dead. He bled too. They knew. And Shiloh -- and Preacher -- a kindred spirit was a kindred spirit, deep down, when all that mattered was --
They had no shift in an hour, but it didn't matter. They would be heading to the otherworld, anyways, and maybe they'd look for Kiel and maybe they'd break and break things until the urge went away and they felt safe to be around, safe to be. Or maybe they could just listen.
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