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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 1:42 pm
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With a shrug and a nod, Leila said, "Alright."
Like she was just offered a taste of his chai and decided to take him up on it. On the inside she was feeling much less nonchalant about the whole thing, though. Horace was almost a complete stranger. The people who'd been on the recieving end of her telepathy were all people she felt close to: Jeremiah; her wife; her son. It felt disquieting to reach out to a random person in a way that felt so intimate and personal to her. Even though she had offered.
< No mind meld though, sorry. This is strictly one way. >
Eve had told her that her telepathic 'voice' was like the sun and wind at springtime. She wondered if that was only Eve, or if it felt the same way to everybody -- but that wasn't the topic, dammit, she needed to focus.
Leila looked straight into Horace's eyes and there was a background noise of mystery and terror as details crept in. Most of them didn't make much sense, snippets of dialog, but some shakily assembled together into a base understanding of why there was an alternate universe for Leila and others to be from.
the old seal, the crown and sword and stars, made with ink and blood but filled into people
the cage, another name for the same, but describing its purpose: to entrap someone powerful and dangerous
"These three kids... were killed, to break the cage, which also kind of broke reality," Leila said, pausing to drink some water and rub her forehead with her fingertips.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 9:49 pm
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If he'd had to describe it any one way, Horace would say that her eyes opened up and swallowed him whole. It felt like falling with a breeze supporting him, the air her words, like light. He felt into the jumble of her memories, all saran-wrapped with a layer of apprehension. The old, the old, broken and breaking. The sword was more than a sword, the stars were knowledge and the crown - trapped more than it saved, if any. Everything was tainted with her knowledge of things, her feeling about the seal, the cage.
"T-they," he paused, blinking harshly. "Who killed them, and who were they trying to trap?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 9:18 am
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