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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 10:44 am
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"I mean -" Alexis shrugs - "I got kicked off senior year 'cause my grades sucked, but I ******** championed that s**t for two years. Magic shows up in this world at sixteen, right? So that woulda been junior year -- 's possible, I guess."
They notice that Jeremiah notices back, but there's no comment from him, so there's no comment from them. "Trying to kinda piece together bits and pieces when I see them, see how far things are different from what I remember. D'you know if I applied to work for Spektor?" Stretch and angle, stretch and twist; their gills stand out stark against their skin, faintly flushed from their usual dull-but-skin ******** you, old man, I never sleep."
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 10:11 pm
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"Sixteen is the earliest reported," Jeremiah replies, "but it can happen spontaneously at older ages as well." He pauses, head tilts, before he continues on. "I was apparently seventeen when my magic manifested. Probably for the best, no need to attach magic to my hair going silver the year previous as well."
A path is walked around them. Jeremiah is not pacing but he is thinking, processing, working through things as he looks up at their question. He stares for a moment before he laughs. It isn't even his half-chuckle of amusement but actual full laughter. The ******** you is meaningless in the face of laughter.
"You applied, yes. Not hired." In the next breath, he speaks something in Russian. It is too much sass. "A few months later was when you were arrested."
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 10:40 pm
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Alexis grimaced and faux-retched when Jeremiah laughed; the face a child would make learning their parents still had active social lives, the face someone made finding out their siblings had intimate encounters. It came so easy to them. "What's so funny, Spektor not hiring me 'parently sending me into a spirallin' life of crime?"
...like that, actually, it did sound kind of funny. They huffed, but there was a chuckle in it; they had to find humor where they could, in this life that still wasn't theirs, not really. "Don't get Slavic on me, I don't like people talkin' in languages I don't speak. Couldn't you just check my file to see when it manifested, right?" Alexis tried to keep on straight-faced through it, as Jeremiah laughed, stubbornly refusing to get up because they weren't sure their legs had remembered how to work yet.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 1:11 am
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"Too much sass, Tucker," strangely, as he speaks, and translates what was said, he has a rather good Russian accent (though not as good when he faked an American one (and that is not done because it is terrifying), "though I suppose you could also look at it that way." Jeremiah chuckles a little more before he shakes his head.
It is funny. All of it.
"If your file is to be believed, it manifested a about five months before you turned seventeen." Though that information was from the other Alexis, so whether or not it was true was up in the air. Except that considering it was probably Jeremiah who took the information down, it was likely the truth. "Your file is so much thicker this time around."
He makes a gesture with his fingers. Going from about a fourth of an inch space between thumb and forefinger to nearly two inches.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 11:41 pm
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"Aren'tcha always busy, mister bigshot," Alexis snorts, "n' no, I wasn't trying to break your doors, I just noticed. They look different than they did in the old world. Figured it was probably something like that." They expect little, and they're rarely disappointed. It's hard to be let down when you never even wanted anything better than what you have.
"'Sides, figured you wouldn't want to bother with letting a known criminal read their own file, right?"
(Now, actually, they do want to test the doors; just to know what it feels like. But that's not a Good Thought, they can mark it as a bad one that'll just cause bad things, and it's discarded for the moment.)
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 9:35 pm
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Alexis sputtered, jerking upright, and almost kicked Jeremiah in the leg before they snapped back to sitting. It was impressive, how much energy they still had after that earlier display, after how much it had obviously drained them. "********, you a*****e, now there's cold sand in my hair, ******** rude --" they shook their head vigorously, and their hair went every which way, loose curls springing into shape.
"Fine, whatever, I'll be there. Tell the desk in advance so they don't b***h at me."
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