Fantasy A Warrior's Trinkets

[DamagedGlasses]

Long ago, there was a man. You would think this is where I would tell you his name, but no. He was only known as "the man" to his enemies, which he a great number of, all of them fighting for the right to be called the "the man Killer". Yes, it wasn't the most well thought up name, but in a time of war, they didn't exactly have the time to think up something actually worth while. However, the man was not someone who could be defeated so easily, no, his abilities ranged far and wide, and few knew half of them, and even a shorter amount knew all of them. Yes, these abilities were very deadly , each one giving him the ability to take on a squadron easily, and when used together, an army.


You would think the man would also have the power of Immortality stuffed somewhere up his nostrils, waiting to come out, and blow a raspberry at all of his old and aging enemies. However, you would be surprised to find that he while he lived rather long, very long, probably too long, he was still mortal, and very much acceptable to time. After many years of harassing generals with his all-mighty walking cane, the man finally perished in his death bed. I say bed, but actually, I mean a tree. A pinecone tree if I remember correctly. I bet you're waiting for me to tell you that his death was silent, a sharp contrast to the rest of his life which had been loud and filled with bloodshed. Well lets get this straight, his death could have very well been a giant explosion and we wouldn't have known the difference! Be that as it may, the light show that began after his death lasted many days, bright lights shooting from his body and into the night sky.


Many thought it was the coming of the last days on the earth, but I knew. I knew. For every single light that rocketed out of his body, I felt something, something deep inside. I knew that each and everyone of those lights was another one of his powers, all of them going into the sky into the unknown and back to where they came from. Well, I wished that was how I felt, but I knew they were going to come back one day. "What goes up, must come down" as they say. -Sir Gregory, Captain of the Guard "The death of the man"





Sir Gregory's words were right. Today, in a bustling town of Nettle, Idaho, where the man died so long ago, the lights came back in the form of a comet, its arrival looked on as a recent tourist attraction that would bring tourists from all around the world to the sleepy town.


However, a malfunction occurred after the Comet exploded over the town, releasing the lights in a many small explosions. Apparently, the lights that contained each power were very confused, as confused as an inanimate object can get, about where their host had gone. With the man not there to store the powers into himself and use them, the lights scattered around town, frightening the entire place as the lights all seeked a host for itself that held a special affinity it could cling too. However, these lights quickly in their subconscious that the animate life forms of the current world could not handle their gifts, a terrible outcome with a poor dog giving them a hint. Needing places to stay, each power attached to a random item around that it felt attuned to.


That is where you all come in. You are a "User". A resident of Nettle that witnessed the lights and subsequently became able to use the powers by utilizing the objects they had attached themselves to. Each User has the ability to use each object freely, their own desires and wishes fueling their power to do anything they like. Users can have multiple "Trinkets", but once they are attached to a User, they cannot be used by others until the User the Trinket attached to is dead.


Be warned though, as while you think everything is fine and dandy, be wary. There are those who wish for those powers and envy them as much as the enemies of the man in the past did. For their own causes, a company has arose, driven by greed and intel about the lights of Nettle, and has taken root in the town. Lead by the mysterious Executive, who knows more than he should about the Trinkets, Antiq. Corporations will stop at nothing to achieve their goals of collecting all of the Trinkets.


It has been a month after the comet exploded and the lights showed up, and some of the Trinkets have already been found, but many have stayed hidden. My last words of warning to all Users out there, they are coming, they will find you, and I will kill you. -Executive, Leader of Antiq. Corp

 

[DamagedGlasses]

The Executive

-Olive Falls, Antiq. Corp. Main Office-​

The Executive smiled as he looked around the room he was in, his eyes taking in every corner as he made sure his entire office was exquisitely polished, the floor gleaming after the janitors made their way through with their most wondrous tools of the trade. Tapping his fingers on the polished black wood of his desk, his eyes were still as he stared on straight forward, his mind thinking up many things, and considering his plans for the future. Picking himself up from his place in the dim room, the adjustable lights set almost to complete darkness, The Executive went over to the giant window he had in his office, the city below him active as cars and people scurried about their day, polluting the world with their presence, all of their thoughts circulating around in their useless knoggins.


It was midday by now, the shine of the Monday sun filtering into his office being the only thing that lit up the room, and by this time, most schools would be letting out soon, some even getting off work for the day. Summer was ending, and things were beginning to get a bit crowded, especially for the beginning of August. His eyes becoming like steel, The Executive could not stop thinking about a certain subject that had cursed his mind for longer than he could remember. The Trinkets, the Lights. They were obsessions, he knew, for they exceeded the limit of addiction and became something he could not keep from his mind, even with the help of others. Turning his now feverish eyes away from the window, The Executive thought of Nettle, how close, yet so far away the Trinkets were from his grasp. He knew the Lights would be there, he knew, he knew, and he would get his prize.


It had been a month since the lights had invaded Nettle, his scouts had witnessed it, but even without them, he would have known. He would know, because every single second of his life it was like he had been counting to this day. He had sent agents of his Antiq. Corp to the town, under the guise of finding rare artifacts in the thrift shops and he was lending his resources to find out the possible dangers of the comet the lights had traveled on. Ah, half-truths, his favorite kind of deception. The Executive smiled menacingly at his reflection, before walking off, a head full of plans and ideas forming together to make a very dark and ingenious thought.


@cloudyblueday @Prizzy Kriyze @Shura @Wolfblaze9917


Edit: @DescriptedEnd @Der Kojote @Effervescent

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

The last few boxes. Finally. It had seemed like forever, and Scarlet was such a procrastinator. Oh, I'll do that box later. Uh, just a few more minutes. Until over two weeks had passed and she basically used the boxes as chairs since they were full enough to hold her weight. Not the comfiest of chairs, but hey, you did what you had to do to sit... Well, that came out wrong.


It was just some regular junk she didn't really need. Giving a great big yawn, Scarlet pulled open the box and began to take things and put them on the floor. Some old pencils, a silly sweater (where the heck did she get that?) a couple books that she may or may not have taken from the school's library and never returned, and that hand-held mirror. Except.. when she pulled out the mirror, something was most certainly different. Instead of a green-colored rim around the mirror, it was now a fancy gold, with special markings on the place where you held it. What the..


Scarlet examined the new looking mirror. This certainly wasn't hers. Mirrors didn't just suddenly refurbish themselves. Maybe Sister Mary had accidentally taken her mirror instead at some point. Ooh, maybe the mirror was some sort of valuable antique! Maybe she could get some money for it at Golden Pawns. But Golden Pawns was soooooo far awayyyy, and Scarlet was so tiireeed..


Eh. Well, that could wait a while.


--


A month had passed. All boxes were no longer chairs. Someone had ditched a perfectly good couch down the street and after Scarlet cleaned it up, it was quite the comfortable seat. Real mattresses were expensive, and those stupid blow-up mattresses always deflated at two am or something, so she often fell asleep on the new couch. She even moved the alarm clock there.


BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.


"Uhhhgg..." Scarlet moaned, slamming a fist down on the beeping clock. She dragged herself from bed and walked into the doorway of the bathroom before actually reaching her destination. A quick shower, new set of clothes, grabbing her bag, and she was off. On her bike. Cars were expensive, too!


Scarlet really couldn't be late again. She was late the day before, and the day before that, and she needed this job. Scarlet liked her job at Finnel's Pound, too. She pedaled hard and fast. At the rate she was going, it didn't take very long to get there. Scarlet ditched her bike on the lawn of the pound and rushed inside. "HA! Not late!" Scarlet cried out in victory. "Actually," Came the voice of Andrea. "If you had gotten her one minute earlier.." Scarlet clenched her teeth together and looked at the clock. 7:01am. "Dammit!" Scarlet yelled.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

A low buzzing indicated that a message had been received on the phone that laid on the bedside table, and two calm hazel eyes slowly traced over to the dimly lit up screen. 6:37... It had been early in the evening when Ivo laid down on the white bedsheets and gotten lost in the monochrome blankets and pillows of his bed, but he hadn't been able to get much sleep at all for some reason. Some might call his choices for linens boring, but that wouldn't provoke a single emotion in the uncaring man's head. He slowly sat up straight in the bed and sent a glance out of the window that was halfway obscured by drapes just as plain and white as the bedclothes. He was supposed to be in the shop half an hour before it opened to make sure everything was in place, so he had just about an hour to get ready. He slipped his legs out from under the covers and placed his feet on the warm carpeted floor. The comfortable feeling cheered him up on a deep level. In his youth, he was used to waking up and scrambling out of bed onto a cold wooden floor in a room that's temperature was largely dependent on what season it was due to it's lack of heating. The temperated upper-class apartment he'd managed to get a hold of was a great improvement and offered a lot more motivation for getting out of than his old room had, and he appreciated that. The phone buzzed again and forced Ivo to wake from his daydreaming thoughts of a comfortable lifestyle, and he returned his attention to the screen that now showed that two messages had been received. He reached out and disconnected the phone from his charger, and pressed a small button on it's side to unlock it. Two texts had been received from his younger sister, Elize, who was spending the semester studying at a college out of the country. The first one read, "First day to colleeeeege! Wish me luck, and pray that my french won't fail me today!" and was followed by a @cloudyblueday (Only mentioned)

 

[Effervescent]

Delicate hands cleaned off the collected resin atop the strings of a well-kept violin. Evangeline had just finished entertaining the quiet household with her practice in Vivaldi. Though her time in high school had long since been over, her mother still encouraged her to keep practicing the violin in case something interesting came up at the Grand Theatre. She needed to find work regardless to help pay off her mother's hospital bills.


The wooden floorboards creaked heralding her mother's appearance into the living room, and Evangeline turned to greet her with a small smile. It was relieving to the young girl to see her mother with color in her cheeks and a genuine smile on her face. She wasn't putting on a show to look strong for the family. Her aging fingers clasped around the door frame lightly as she leaned against it, her graying hair falling around her shoulders stiffly.


"Honey, are you still wanting to go job hunting this morning?" she asked. "Don't let it get too late."


Evangeline carefully placed her violin back inside the case lined in red velvet and loosened her bow before securing it to the opposite end. "I'm just about to head out," she responded. Part of her was procrastinating. The thought of being away even for the length of a part-time job put her on edge. The prospects of her mother's cancer coming back or her falling ill in some way was kept at the forefront of her mind. She couldn't bring herself to be too far away for too long.


But within five minutes she was on her way out the door, large purse in hand. Evangeline didn't typically carry a purse on her, but due to the nature of her errands, she wanted something large to carry a set of resumes with ease. Yet tucked below the stack of papers was a rather extravagant looking mask, typically worn in a masquerade. Evangeline didn't know how it came into her possession, though she suspected it was mistakenly placed in her music bag after the town's production of The Phantom of the Opera at the Grand Theatre. Due to this, the Grand Theatre would be one of her stops, not only to look into a possible job more stable than a musician, but to ask Jon Hefferson if he recognized the mask. It had been a month since she's had it, but never found an excuse to go out and inquire.


Parking her car just outside of Main Street, Evangeline set out to enter each establishment and storefront within the town. Just before her feet left the concrete to cross the street, a streak of red zoomed past her, bike pedals whirring as a girl maintained her momentum. Evangeline's heart fluttered with a rush of fear and thankfulness that she had not been their sooner to get in the way. She thought perhaps it was time for her to pay attention to pedestrian signals, and waited until the lights turned to finally cross.


Curling a lock of stray hair around her ear, Evangeline checked her phone warily as she approached the first store front. A lopsided sign upon the glass door read "CLOSED." It was only 7:42 in the morning. Businesses wouldn't be open at least until 8:00. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she mentally cursed her stupidity and walked to the next store front. The business hours varied from store to store, and so the tall girl found herself walking down the sidewalks of Main Street, attempting to make herself look like she had a purpose other than to wait for someone to open.


It felt like forever until she found the first open business. A tiny bell chimed as Evangeline entered the small apparel store and hugged her large purse to her side as she scanned through the modest establishment with wide eyes. She looked for an employee or perhaps the owner to hopefully greet her. Otherwise she would have to act as though she were just a customer.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Ivo was bent down, correcting the lapels of a suit in the far corner of the store where the fancier outfits hung when the shopkeeper's bell above the door rang, signaling the first customer of the day entering. He didn't react very much to it, but found it a bit unusual that someone was already there. Usually they had nothing happening for the first few hours of opening. Nonetheless, it didn't hurt anyone. He stood up from the suit and his hand instinctively raised to grasp the fabric covering the pipe in his pocket. It had turned into a strange habit ever since he received it, but he always had to make sure it was there. It was almost as if he was expecting it to disappear into thin air.


The hard metal of the pipe felt reassuring through his pocket, and he stared blankly off into space. Subconsciously his gaze drifted over the store, and he snapped back to reality when he met the calm eyes of Alberta, the shop owner. She smiled at him gently, then bobbed her head in the direction of the customer. At first Ivo looked at her, unable to comprehend whatever she was suggesting, but then he widened his eyes. Oh. He quickly bounced back and regained his composure, then nodded back towards her. In random intervals Alberta liked to make Ivo greet the customers. Perhaps it was her way of trying to force him into breaking out of his bubble, but if that was the case then it didn't have the desired effect. Ivo had no problems with interacting with new people, he just didn't because he preferred not to.


He rounded the corner of one of the aisles in the shop and approached the girl. Through the strands of hair hanging down over his face he quickly scanned her with his hazel eyes. The woman was young, that much was certain. Perhaps only a little older than his own sister. She was tall and had a slender build. Her hair was long, clean and brown, so with her photogenically fair features and long neck it was very surprising that Alberta wanted Ivo to take care of her. She was fitting of being a model, and that's something that Alberta should want to utilize as much as she could. Strange.


Ivo walked up next to her and stood with a somewhat casual lean a little bit away. "Can I help with anything?" He said in an almost monotonous voice. Not necessarily cold, scary or rude, but much more completely neutral than anything else. It didn't convey any happiness, but it didn't convey any discomfort either. A voice of service and sheer indifference.


@Effervescent

 

[Effervescent]

Grey eyes locked onto the shaggy haired man as he walked towards her, and she managed a polite smile. He didn't look to fit the role of a sales associate at an apparel store. There was an air of distance about him, and a reluctance to interact judging by the unspoken exchange between him and the older lady, likely the store owner. Evangeline watched him lean away from her as he regarded her in apathetic monotone. Feeling as though her presence was causing him some sort of discomfort, she took a step away from him to hopefully allow the man some ease in their interaction. She would need to keep this short so he could be on his way.


"Ah, yes," she began quietly, though raised her voice somewhat to hopefully catch the ear of the other lady in the store. "I was wondering if you guys were hiring? If so, I'd like to fill out an application." She craned her long neck somewhat to look over the racks of clothes to see if she garnered the woman's attention. It would allow her conversation between the oddly placed man to end. While he caused her no discomfort in his physical presence, she was completely concerned that he was being forced to do something he didn't want to on her behalf, and it was starting to take its toll on her mind.


Evangeline began to wonder if she had made a mistake lingering by the entrance in wait. Perhaps it would have been better to peruse through the wide selection of clothes and slowly make her way towards the register. She tried to remember if Frawlmart was open before eight. While she had no intention of submitting an application to that establishment, on the account she found the store owner a bit seedy, but she could have killed time in the mart while waiting for a more populated time frame. Then she would have entered the small apparel store with other customers, and this man before her would have likely been occupied elsewhere. His tone, his demeanor, and even his appearance made her feel like an invader, and she felt like she owed him an apology.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[DescriptedEnd]

About a month ago...


The sound of a reticent 'drip drip' of water could be heard resonating from the sink as Macy plucked a small, silver comb through her recently dried tawny hair, pajamas sagging loosely on her thin and delicate frame. They were a vibrant salmon, embroidered with deep burgundy roses and embellished with a scarlet trim. Her eyes, vibrant oculars the color of beige, were intensively focused on her current task of vanquishing the knots from her currently scruffy locks. In her focus, she was biting one side of her lip and failed to notice her mother shuffle through the doorway that she had left ajar. When the woman's reflection appeared in the mirror, Macy looked over her shoulder at her and smiled softly. "Xin chào, mother." The words escaped her mouth in a breathy whisper as she set the comb down on the granite bathroom counter, still slightly damp from her shower. In her mother's hands was an ebony box, the words 'For You' scrawled into the top in cursive silver lettering. Macy knew what was in the box; a small pair of golden earrings from her aunt in California had sent to her for no real reason in particular. Her mother adored the way they looked on Macy, and was always holding them up to the girls ears to marvel at them.





"You should wear these more often," her mother mumbled, setting down the box on the counter. Macy nodded in agreement at her mother's statement, the smile on the woman's face accented by the wrinkles. She was nearing her 60's, currently aging in at 54 years old. "They truly look wonderful on you, dear." With that, her mother made her exit of the bathroom and Macy picked up the box in her own hands. Her nails were painted purple with delicately edged french tips decorating them, one wedging itself under the lip and pulling open the container.





The earrings weren't as the young girl remembered. They were much more ornate than they were before. Originally, they were simple golden bulbs that sat upon a thin pin. This time, they were more ornate, the shape of a square - or diamond - depending on how you looked at them. Macy was very confused, wondering if, perhaps, her mother had taken the earrings for herself or if her aunt had sent her a new set. Shrugging, the girl set them down on the counter next to the rest of the mess on her counter. Whatever the scenario, she preferred these much more than the old ones.





Current Day


A silly smile on her face, Macy spun a long lock of hair around the hotplate of the curling iron, an upbeat song playing in the background as the girl mutely danced around the bathroom, wary to keep the iron plugged in. Clad in a white and pink skirt that went just about to her knees and a tank top to match, she barely thought about what temperature it was outside. Instead, she was focusing on how to make herself look best, most comfortable in her own skin when she thought everything coordinated perfectly. A few more tweaks and she was satisfied with the way the curls made her hair appear to float in the air, bouncing around as she jumped a little bit and giggled. The last touch was a small, sparkling bow clip that she grasped and in a smooth movement, pinned her banks backwards slightly. After such an event, she leaned in close to the bathroom mirror, studying her makeup to make sure if everything was in line. It used to be that she was start completely over if she felt she screwed up; now, she knew that it took just a bit of editing to correct a small detail; and that helped save time, which was something she couldn't waste at the current moment.


As she walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, her eyes trailed across the walls and landed on her lamp table that sat next to her bed, reading the elegantly displayed lettering on its LED surface. The time read 7:03, which meant she still had a little bit of time before she left the house. Normally, she would still be sleeping in her bed - which was made up of blended curls of purples and reds - but today, she felt an itching to get out of the house. She typically didn't leave the house until 7:30 any morning, including on school days. It was close enough of a walk that it didn't take her more than ten minutes, and she didn't care for school anyways. The later she got there, the better, was what she believed. While most likely not very true, she was still going on with her B's and C's, scraping around near the bottom of the GPA. It was something that failed to bother her in the least bit, and her parents had simply given up at this point, just hoping that she wouldn't drop any lower to get D's and F's.


She sat onto the bed, whose covers remained unkempt, and pulled on a pair of simple black boots, most likely one of the simplest and least-shimmery pieces in her entire wardrobe. She was most certainly a 'girly-girl' to most people that looked at her, and it wasn't something she would argue with. In fact, if they tried to convince her to not be, it often ended up with her in a fit, screaming her lungs out at them. It'd happened at least once or twice at her current academic building and would most likely happen again before she graduated.


Loud thumps echoed through the house as she bounded down the carpeted stairs, purse slung over once shoulder as she tapped away with one hand on her cellphone. What deals were on today? Where were her friends? Anything interesting? All things that she would check on in the few minutes she had before 7:30, shoving a breakfast bar and a glass of milk down her gullet in a timely fashion. Upstairs, she could hear creaking that signified her parents were awake. She had notified her parents that she would be leaving the house the night before. This early in the morning, it would be her father that would be waking up. He was an earlier riser than the rest of them, her mother sleeping like a log in their more formal styled bedroom, a snore typically shattering the typically quiet air of the home. It was at this moment she decided to glance at the time. 7:54. Without realizing it, she'd tapped away on her phone for much longer than she had intended to and was caught of guard by the sudden change in time. It's not like it effected anything, a slight time delay made no difference. She felt around in her purse, remembering something. On her finger tips she felt the slightly indents of the words she knew very well. 'For You.' Even know, she'd failed to ask her mother about the incident. She really didn't care, to be honest, and the older woman had seemed to have forgotten about the small jewelry. No harms done, she told herself every time she studied the earrings, never having put them in her ears.


Shrugging, she pulled her hand out of the small bag and started down the hallway that led to the main door. She'd most likely stop at the small apparel shop down the street and browse around, see if there was anything to her taste. Most likely not, she realized, but it never hurt to try. The door clicked behind her and she stepped out onto the sidewalk, straightening out her posture and curving her lips into a small, cheerful smile.

 

[Shura]

"Aw but mom... why did you get me these?"


"They're cute hun. Besides you need new shoes for school."


"Yeah but they're brown!" Jenna pursed her bottom lip as she stared at the brown sneakers her mother had bought from her. They had bough most done most of her 'back-to-school' shopping already. Sneakers had been the last thing on the list but she had been looking forward to getting some cool blue or black ones not brown. However she didn't have much of her own money so she had to settle for what she was given. Her mothers crossed arms and narrowed gaze told her there wouldn't be much room for argument. With a huff the girl took the sneakers and made her way to her room. As soon as she grabbed the sneakers a strange sensation ran down her spine. She stared at the simple shoes wondering why she was getting that feeling from them? Had her mother gotten her haunted shoes?! Reaching her room Jenna tossed her shoes into the closet and shut the door hopefully she wouldn't have to deal with them

-- 2 weeks later --

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Two weeks of staring at the new shoes her mother had gotten her and they hadn't done anything strange or evil. They didn't jump to life and try to possess her or so much as dance about. They were just boring brown ugly sneakers. Sneakers which her mother had been nagging her to wear and break in before school started. She decided to try them on to get her mother to stop nagging, thankfully they were comfortable and even better they didn't try to eat her as soon as she put them on. The fact that they didn't have a worn out hole in the bottom made them a better choice over her holed raggedy pair of sneakers.


The heated summer sun beat down upon the park play ground as kids and teens hoping to embrace the last few weeks of summer gathered to make the best of the time they had left. A stiff breeze blew making it the perfect day to fly kites. Jenna had grabbed her cheep plastic store bought kite in the shape of some sword of colorful bird and ran out to join the group outside. Getting the kite up into the air was always the hardest part. Jenna set her kit up and started to run across the field holding the kite up in the air and slowly letting out string trying to get it high enough to sustain flight.


"Come on you stupid thing..." she muttered under her breath as she continued to run. A strong wind blew and picked up the kite allowing the thin plastic parrot to take flight. A wide grin crossed Jenna's face as the kit sored into the air and unfortunately into a tree.


"No!" Jenna growled as she stared up into the tree watching as her kit dangled off of a branch by the string. Thankfully there weren't any holes but her kite was far out of reach. She would have to get someone else to try and grab it or climb into the tree her self. Being impatient and not wanting to run across the park to get someone to rescue her kite Jenna decided to try and climb the tree. She circled the tree a few times trying to figure out the best way to climb it before finding a low laying branch. Biting her lower lip she jumped but came up short of the branch.


"G'damn it... come here." she hissed jumping up again but gain fell short. Narrowing her hazel eyes at the branch she crouched low before springing up focusing hard on the branch. A cold shiver ran down her spine as her feet left the ground any by some great force she was launched into the air. A scream left her lips as her arms flailed, as soon as her hands came into contact with the branch she clung to it for dear life.


"Th-the hell was that.." she muttered under her breath before looking down. There was nothing but ground beneath her she stared down another moment or two catching site of her sneakers and tilted her head. "Could it...?" she thought to herself. Her fingers started to slip as her grap could only hold on for so long. She fell from the branch and hit the ground landing feet first but felt no impact. The girl fell back onto the grass on her butt and stared at her feet. "huh..."

---Current day ---

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"I'm goin' out mom!"


"Make sure you're home before dark!"


"I will!" Jenna called back as she pulled on her shoes and ran out through the front door. A wide grin was spread long her face as she mad her way down the block heading towards a near by park where she was supposed to meet up with some friends for a quick game of soccer then hopefully some ice cream. her sneakers scuffed against the worn concrete as she walked. The temptation to 'moon bounce' her way to the park was strong but the site of a 11 year old jumping through the air like a comic book character would draw attention. In the two weeks that had passed she had managed to learn some more about her magically haunted shoes and gotten a better grasp on how to use them with out running face first into the ground or a tree. There had been a few close calls but thankfully no trips to the hospital were involved.


Jenna hummed a small song as she skipped her way down the block the main street full of shops coming into view with the pack just a block or two down from that.

 

[Der Kojote]

Lesson plans...oh God the lesson plans. Victor looked at the massive pile, everything had been approved, the were up to Idaho standards alright. Every little micron of information the students would need for the SOL was packed in to there somewhere. He'd done everything he could to prepare...now he just needed to teach them, and they needed to learn. Or at least he hoped they would learn, sure he could teach them, but if they didn't want to learn, that was going to be their prerogative. He needed to convey the information in an interesting way, that they would at least stay awake in his class and absorb the information.


Victor stood up from his desk, his apartment wasn't very spacious, but it had everything he needed. Bed, desk, kitchen, bathroom. it was a simple life as a small town history teacher, but at least it was interesting. Though not because of the town itself. But the students in the classes he taught. It was hard to have a "Normal" day when you had 20 highschool students in your class, one day they'd be complaining about home issues, the next you'd be telling them to get back to work, instead of talking about some video-game. Then the next day the same kid you told to knock it off, is now asking if your going to watch them play in the football game. Still though one thing was hanging over the town, the lights.


He walked to the wall, he picked up an old telescope from a recently purchased wall mount, examining it carefully. When he'd run back home after seeing the lights get incredibly bright...he'd left his binoculars. when he came back, they were gone, though close by he'd found the telescope. It felt old, he intended to use it as a means of presenting history in a tangible way. Physical history, artifacts. It looked old enough to be one anyway. He still needed to get a few things from town though, extra pens, white board markers, chalk, the needs of a teacher were many. Not to mention the school system seemed to be cutting corners to save a buck or two. With that he headed out for his last minute shopping.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Alberta Hartley

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Alberta's eyes lit up as she saw the newest customer walk in, her gait and figure appealing to her fashionable heart. Her smile almost predatory, Alberta let her employee, such a useful boy, get her comfortable and familiar with the store. When the girl had walked in, Alberta knew she was here for something more than just clothes, although with that body, she would certainly be getting a makeover one way or another, but before she could begin to walk over to the pair, she heard the bell of the door opening again. Feeling irritated at the interruption, Alberta looked over to the door, and immediately froze up in fear. With a small eep unsuitable for her size, Alberta hurried to the back of the store and hid behind one of the circular rack of shirts, very pretty and trendy shirts for your information.


The man that had shown up was not looking for clothes, no, the suit he had on was evidence enough that he was there for something else. She disliked people who came in here with suits, because this was where they would leave with them! That gold tie was a nice touch though, Alberta stopped herself from going on a rant about the tiny pieces of his clothing and instead focused on his reason for being there. She wasn't completely sure about why, but she was rather certain it was because he was doing an investigation on her. She hadn't forced anyone to wear clothes in a year, but who knew what they had been able to scrounge up on her.

Joe Hickman



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Agent Hickman breathed in the strong smelling, perfume laden air of the clothing shop. Coughing a bit from the strength of it, Joe looked around, before noticing the employee talking to the girl. He wasn't able to really see anyone else around, and he was told by The Executive to ask questions, so the young man was probably the best place to start. He had been very hesitant to accept this job, what with the long distance from his family, but he had been told about the pay, and it was the least he could do in preparation for the things to come. His daughter's soccer season was about to start along with the new year of school, so he wanted to get this over with. He had already been here a few days, and already he was rather annoyed at the lack of answers.


Walking up to the duo, both of them younger than him in looks slightly, Joe coughed to get their attention and took out a small little booklet from his pocket. He flipped through it really quickly, only hesitating slightly to look at the little doodles his daughter had written on it, he had never had the heart to tear it out, and went to the place he had for questions for this case. There were a few strewn about answers from sessions with other citizens of the town, but other than that, the page he was on was all clear for the next set of answers to his questions. Looking back up to the duo, he asked with a smile, "Hello, do you two have any time for a few questions?"





@Prizzy Kriyze @Effervescent

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

A slight shift in her posture lead Ivo to believe she was bothered by him. A natural reaction of most, and Ivo blamed nobody but himself for it, but chose not to address it. Not a single muscle on his face moved as she shuffled, but at the mention of a job his eyes widened ever so slightly and his right hand rose up and scratched his neck. It had caught him completely off-guard. Most people who lived in the town had a job, otherwise they would've already moved to a bigger city to go job hunting there, and on top of that it wasn't something he'd ever expected in the little clothing store. "Oh, ehm..." He slowly turned his head back towards Alberta and felt a little relieved when he noticed she was coming towards them. Though, yet again, an expression of unusually much surprise grazed Ivo's face. Alberta froze up, then scurried to the back of the shop instead of coming up to them.


He blinked a few times then looked back to the girl. "I'm... ehh... sorry. It's not my position to answer that. You'll have to wait for..." He trailed off as his eyes wandered over to the door, and suddenly Alberta's reaction made sense to him. A man dressed in a suit as fancy as some of the more expensive ones they kept in the store had appeared, and he knew of Alberta's slight paranoia towards men like that. Of course, this one seemed to actually be on some sort of official business.


Ivo felt his heart rate rocket for a short moment before he regained his composure. The pipe in his pocket suddenly felt like it was digging into his leg very uncomfortably. Maybe this was not related to Alberta at all. "Excuse me..." He said to the girl as he turned away from her and faced the suited man. "Hello, do you two have any time for a few questions?" Ivo kept his neutral expression up, and simply responded "Regarding what, and on what authority?"


@DamagedGlasses


@Effervescent

 

[Effervescent]

The store owner disappeared in a rush after the bell jingled behind Evangeline. Perhaps they weren't hiring. She cast her gaze hesitantly on the apathetic man as he halfheartedly apologized on the store owner's behalf. As his voice trailed off, she felt a general unease about the place, and a more tonal voice ushered her to turn in the direction of the well-dressed man.


People like him weren't common around these parts. Most people who could afford a tailored suit could afford to live in the bigger cities far from Nettle. A man of his general appearance didn't seem the type to shop at a small apparel store, and definitely didn't seem the type to be asking questions in an official manner.


The apathetic man had the same thought process as Evangeline, and she was relieved he took the reins of this situation. She would want to see some form of credentials before submitting to questioning. As the two began their interactions, she found herself slowly turning her upper body towards the back where the other lady disappeared. She was still missing. Evangeline wished she had not been addressed so that she could continue with her application process.


Producing her phone from her back pant pocket, she checked the time. How long would these questions take? She wanted to be back home by lunch, and there were still a lot of businesses to go.


@Prizzy Kriyze


@DamagedGlasses

 

[Wolfblaze9917]

"And then she blames me!" Charise's younger-act-older sister complained to her. "I didn't touch the little twerp!" Ami continued while Charise quietly read her book, but still well aware of her sister stomping about her room.


"Not much you can do, you know mom." Charise replied, softly "And Nick's not a Twerp, if you just give him a chance." Charise said. At that moment Nick burst in, his face red and his eyes bloodshot. He had probably been crying again. He crawled onto Charise's bed and laid on top of her. "You better go." she said to Ami, trying to avoid another fight. Reluctantly, Ami left. Charise sighed and continued reading, passive of Nick's presence.


"Play with me!" he cried out, as he jumped on her back, driving the air from her lungs.


"Maybe later" she said breathlessly, trying not to tear her book's pages.


"PLEASE!" He yelled in her ear, hopping more, yelling "please" with each bounce. Soon, Finn came in and joined Nick. Charise knew that the pair wouldn't give up any time soon. she began doing her best growl, the boys hopped off, squealing with glee.


"I'm going to get you!" Charise roared, playfully. She chased her brothers down the stairs, and into the living room. she leaped up onto the couch, and then down in front of them, cutting off their escape route. "Rawr!" she growled, chasing the boys the other way. she caught Finn, and began tickling him mercilessly, as Nick went back to rescue his brother.


"Charise!" her mother called as she let the boys go. She cringed, waiting for some lecture "We need to get ready for school tomorrow, go get your clothes out for tomorrow" Charise groaned, but obeyed.


The Next Day....


"Get in the car!" Their mother yelled furiously, packing everyone into the minivan.


"But I haven't had breakfast!" Ami complained


"There's no time!" she said, buckling Nick into his car seat. Charise didn't look up from buckling Finn into his slightly more complex seat belt. She hadn't had time for breakfast either, but clearly, her mother had better things to do. She stayed silent during the car ride, while Ami complained from the back seat. she was relived to finally get out of the car, she pulled Nick out, and walked him to class. Even if Ami's class was closer, the two couldn't sit in the same room without starting a fight. She dropped off Nick at his class, and then ran full speed to her class. She charged across the sport's stadium, breathless by the time she reached the highschool. she kept running, even though she could feel her leg muscles screaming for her to stop. She fell on the asphalt and felt her knee stinging as the bell rang. "Great" Charise muttered, staring down at her bleeding knees and torn jeans. mom would be furious. She looked around, nobody else was going to be late. sighing, she pulled a plain, black marker from her bag. She hesitated at pulling the cap off, and put it away. She didn't want to waste any magic.


She looked for the right room number, for what seemed like hours. She was beyond late, competently lost, hungry, and her new jeans were torn. What was she going to tell mom. She had seen a janitor at one point, but didn't want to bother him. now she was regretting her decision. She sat against the wall, sliding down onto the floor. She held back tears, she was too old for that. She needed to think. Was there a map or something of the school? Where would she even get one? She stood abruptly as the bell rang again, and highschoolers, poured into the halls. Charise tried to seem as casual as possible, until she found a corner, where she remained hidden from sight, smothering sobs.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Joe Hickman



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Joe would be the first to admit that the guys neutral sounding voice was slightly off putting, but he had dealt with The Executive, who could be very indifferent when he wanted to be, so it wasn't like he was unused to it. Smiling, Joe wrote down a few observations on the two as he answered, "I am a part of Antiq. Corp. I don't know if you are aware, but the event from a few weeks ago is being investigated by a number of companies and organizations, Antiq. Corp is just the one that is helping out on a personal tone." Joe smiled as he wrote out separate sections for both people, but realized that he still did not know their names. Coughing sheepishly, Joe asked, "I am sorry, but do you two mind to give me your names? You could probably consider this a survey, more than investigation, we aren't really looking for the person responsible for a comet exploding and lighting up the whole town."


Joe chuckled at his own little joke, and looked at the two young adults before him, "So, did either of you witness the lights? Felt any different these past weeks? I ask because some are worried about the radiation that may have come with the Comet, but we doubt it. However, we still need to make sure." Joe really didn't know the significance of the questions, and really only knew he needed to ask questions about certain subjects pertaining to past events after the Comet and to list all who saw the lights that came from it. Something about health reasons or another.





@Prizzy Kriyze @Effervescent

Andrea Fennel

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Andrea looked at her employee with a quirk of her lips, her eyes pinched together as she thought of what she would do to her precious little truant. Looking at the way she cursed at her lateness, Andrea had an urge to forgive her for this time, as she wasn't late by much, but she needed to set an example. She had been late the last two days as well, so her patience was up. Pointing to one the hallway, Andrea said, "Alright, alright, I won't dock your pay, but you're going to have to walk all the dogs, my mom isn't here, so the job would have fallen onto me, but I think it would be a suitable punishment for you."

Andrea smiled at Scarlet and let her face soften, "Did you move into your house ok? Any problems? Oh! I almost forgot," Andrea picked up a small little business card from Antiq. Corp. from her table in the lobby, and held it out to Scarlet to take, "Some people were here asking some questions about the Comet, and they probably are going to come back to make sure they ask everybody, so be prepared for that. The guy was pretty nice, but I don't know if the same one will come back or not."




The guy had been particularly nice to her, though Andrea may have been imagining things. He seemed like an overall good guy, but she had missed his name, their interaction being very short compared to the one between him and her mother. He seemed to really like one of the dogs they had, Scruffle, a puppy of unknown genealogy, so was labeled a mutt. He had found it really cute though, buying some of the treats they sold and feeding him. Maybe Scruffle would get a home after all.




@CloudyBlueDay
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Jenny Fitzgerald

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Jenny twirled her hair through her fingers as she nervously stood outside the door of one of her assigned targets. She had been given a small little note from Joe that listed a few addresses she could investigate to help out with the questioning. Well, this was her first one, and she had been excited about getting some 'clues' for the whole thing, but she was now rather nervous. She was about ask someone personal questions, and she was going to have to do with her own questions.


She was only given a list about what to ask about, not how to ask it!? Biting her lip, Jenny held up a hand on and was about to slam her fist on the door when the door opened and she was able to finally observe the current owner of the room. She had been scared she was going to have to investigate someone with tattoos and three cigarettes smoking up the hallway, his cronies looking at her in disgust, but the nice, kindly looking fellow she saw instead gave her confidence.




Looking at her notebook, and back up to him, she asked, "Excuse me, Sir, but do you have some time for a few questions?" Jenny asked with much more assurance. Sure, she still didn't know how to ask him some of the stuff, but it was best to see who she was about ask, and maybe get a read on how he would react to her asking about his personal health and stuff.

@Der Kojote

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[CloudyBlueDay]

Scarlet awaited her punishment for being late.. again. Her eyes lit up as Andrea said that her pay wouldn't be docked, but there was the cost of walking all the dogs. That was not a fun job, but certainly better than no pay. Scarlet nodded in compliance. She wouldn't be late again, for sure, and was thankful that it had been Andrea and not Jenny. Otherwise, her pay would have been docked for sure. And no pay was certainly not a good thing when you just moved into a new apartment.


Once the punishment had been dealt, Andrea's expression softened. Scarlet smiled back as Andrea began to ask her some questions, questions she had been awaiting, actually, she was dying to tell someone how it felt to live alone, to totally be able to do what every you wanted to do, but Scarlet wasn't even given a moment to answer any of them. Frowning slightly, she took the business card Andrea handed her and looked it over. Antiq. Corporations, 720-480-9900 it read. Huh. She might've heard of that before, but why would an antique corporation be interested in the Comet?


"Everybody, huh? I don't see what's so important about a comet, so what if it was all 'light' or whatever. Especially coming from a company called Antique Corporations. Guess that's what I get for being one minute late.." Scarlet pocketed the card. "Well, if he comes again while I'm gone, tell him I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to walk those dogs so fast you won't even notice." She smirked determinedly. There was no way she could walk all the dogs at once, there were too many, but if she did four or five at the same time and ran, actually ran around the block she could be done in.. hopefully.. eh. Scarlet was never one to be good at estimation.


She walked into the back, where all the dogs were. If she did two big dogs and two small dogs, then it would be easier. The big dogs always pulled and she ended up on her face in the middle of the street. She took out Jumper, Tobasco, Ellie and Scruffle. Scruffle was one of her favorites. He was adorable and not as hyper as the other dogs, which she liked. As soon as she leashed them up they all barked happily and jumped around her, even Scruffle. When was the last time they'd been walked, anyway? "Alright, let's go, we're doing this fast! C'mon!" Scarlet called, running out of the pound.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

21 years of quiet and emotional repression should have prepared Ivo for this moment, but somehow he still would've felt safer if he could just bash the inquisitive man's head in on the spot. "... Lights. What lights?" He simply responded. If they knew about the lights they might've had the same thing happen to them as it did to him, he thought.


He slowly turned his back to look at the girl who'd just entered the shop, and found that she was looking quite impatient next to him. He looked back to the suited man and calmly responded "Ivo Lambert." He had no qualms giving out his name, but whatever this man was here for was really starting to get to his paranoia. A paranoia that he didn't even know he had.


He hesitated for a moment, and then did something very unusual. He added something of his own to the statement. "... And if I may ask, who are you?"


@DamagedGlasses


@Effervescent


(The short post hurts my soul, but alas I could not find anything else to write that was relevant in any way)

 

[Der Kojote]

(short post...hurts my soul.)


Victor, was just about to leave his apartment when he almost ran into some woman seemingly pacing in front of his door, Hmm interesting, sales people usually don’t make their rounds at this hour…aside from those people at Cutco. The woman seemed nervous, lip being bitten and all, She looked down at her notebook and looked up asking, "Excuse me, Sir, but do you have some time for a few questions?" He nodded giving her a quizzical look. What she wanted…he didn't know, he figured it was better to cover most of his bases right now. "Sure I've got time...but, I’m not interested in buying anything, I've already found Jesus, and...I’m not interested in upgrading my cable package."

 

[Effervescent]

Evangeline took a calming breath and stuffed her phone back into her pocket. It seemed as though the apathetic man was going to comply, and she felt compelled to follow suit. He turned to look at her, and she looked back at him with hesitance still apparent as she stepped closer to his side.


He introduced himself to the suit as Ivo Lambert, and Evangeline found herself on a mental tangent about his name. It was quite odd and unique. She contemplated its origins. Perhaps it haled from a very old European culture. French? Lambert definitely derived from Germany. Though none of this information truly mattered, for Ivo Lambert was neither French nor German. He held no accent, and it was highly unlikely for new citizens to settle in Idaho.


She opened her mouth to offer her own name, just as Ivo had done, but was cut short by his redirected inquiry into the well-dressed man's name. Evangeline's mouth hung slightly agape before snapping it shut. She readjusted the large purse on her shoulder, trying to avoid holding it too tightly to her. She didn't want to crush the mask within.


@Prizzy Kriyze


@DamagedGlasses

 

[DescriptedEnd]

Macy continued on her way, paying no notice to any sort of personnel that was also making their way around the small town. They weren't part of her focus at the moment, if she was to be honest. An by gods, she would be if one of them tried to stop her from getting to her destination. It was a high doubt that anybody would in the first place, as many of them were likely heading of to work or some other stuff that kept them occupied in their own heads as well. So, while she continued on her journey towards her first shop of the day, she continued to tap away at her bright pink cellular device. It wasn't an iPhone or any other kind of smartphone, but it suited her in the fact that she had managed to grab a vibrant glittering case to keep it under protective wraps. A fancy cell wasn't something she wanted, anyways. She was into girly things, not expensive things. Since her parents didn't have a lot of money to spare, Macy had to earn anything she wanted to spend herself - which was mostly done by babysitting or other odd jobs. She didn't care for them, but she loved to shop. And, a trait she'd received from her mother - bargain hunting. A thrifty girly girl, an odd mix compared to what you may think of.


While she was focused on the small electronic, she failed to notice that she had passed the store that she was heading to in the first place. At first, she thought she'd run into a wall while her mentallity was sucked into the small screen. But when the clatter of another cellphone hitting the pavement smacked into her ears, she realized she'd run into another person. Her head whipped up and her brown oculars narrowed into a blazing glare, gaze met with an equally angry stare. After a few moments, they other person bent down to pick up their phone and, realizing how off track she was, Macy turned around and stomped away from the other being. Yes, it was probably both of their faults, but the girl was angry nonetheless. It only took around 20 paces to reach the shop and her hand grasped the door, pushing it open, the change in air currents seeming to grasp her with their airy grips and pull her inside. A small ding echoed above her head. As soon as the door shut behind her, she stopped. "Wheeh-!" She let out a small noise while trotting to the first rack of clothing, simply glancing over the other people near the door.





@Prizface @Joe Hickman @Effervescent

 

[Shura]

Jenna made her way to the main strip of shop on her way to the park. She came to a stop at a crossing and waited for the right to go. The last thing she wanted to do was dash her way across the street and end up as a street pizza. She had one close encounter with such a thing two summers ago and had no intention of repeating it. As she waited Jenna glanced around Hazel eyes taking int the unusually busy streets as many people prepped for the beginning of school.


Turning her eyes back to the street the little white man flashed on the other end of the street telling her to cross. Still she looked both ways before quickly crossing the street not trusting the drivers to really follow the laws. The park came into her sights causing a large grin to spread along her face. A good soccer game was always the best way to start the day. She moved to follow the side walk to her destination until a strong shiver ran down her spine. Jenna paused in her step and glanced around not seeing anything out of the ordinary, and yet she still felt it. The same sensation she felt when she was first given her special super bounce shoes. Glancing down at the brown sneakers Jenna gnawed on her bottom lip, were there other's like it? Possibly with other special abilities, maybe one could turn her invisible!


With an affirmative nod, to no one in particular, Jenna turned to face the line of shops and started to follow where the strange sensation pulled. She followed it past a few small shop and up to the door of some old clothing store. Made sense. She peered through the glass door inside seeing several people gathered inside before slipping into the shop and starting to scan the shop. Good thing was it didn't look suspicious that shew as looking for something, she just hoped that something wasn't on any of the people already. It would be awkward to try and ask someone for their jacket.


@DescriptedEnd @DamagedGlasses @Prizzy Kriyze @Effervescent

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Jenny Fitzgerald



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Jenny stood dumb as the question shook her to a stand still. Humming, Jenny looked through her notebook as she wildly shook her head back and forth in the universal gesture of "Certainly not". Looking at the man, Jenny stuttered out her questions in a broken up way, definitely not used to the whole "interrogating" thing, "I-I..the sky....comet....Do you know anything about the Comet? Do you feel Ok? Feel weird? Need...Need an adult!?" Jenny asked the questions rapid fire, the daunting task of actually asking someone these questions hitting her full force.


She had practiced on a wall, but a wall didn't open up a conversation with some random mess about "Already found religion" and "Cable upgrades". She had no idea what to do, but wait for the man to answer her questions, and leave, because this was definitely not the person she was going to get answers from. He seemed too...eccentric to have any significance to these questions. Though he did hold himself with the air of someone who got peoples attention one way or another so maybe she wasn't wrong to assume he was some of more authority than she had earlier suspected.


Looking discreetly behind the man's shoulders, Jenny peered into his apartment and noticed that it was rather simple, slightly small, but otherwise a very homey looking place.


@Der Kojote

Joe Hickman



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Joe looked at the two, the man, Ivo, looked calm and disinterested in the whole situation, but the woman had forgone to throw her name out in the open along with her friend. Humming, Joe smiled and said, "My name is Joe Hickman, Agent Hickman to my fellow employees, but I assure you, its all a name. Actually, call me Joe. You have no idea how hard it is to get people at my job to call me by my actual name." He smiled. He was about to say something else, before he heard a small dingle from the door and and a loud nice of glee.


Looking around, Joe realized that the shop had become much more crowded than it had been a few seconds ago, and became even more as the jingling of the door's bell announced another newcomer. Looking, Joe reflexively let out some air as he saw the little girl all alone, no adult in sight.





While she didn't look anything like his daughter, his fatherly instinct was still coming out of him. Looking around the establishment, Joe centered in on the girl who had entered right before the little girl. He called out, "Hey, is this your little sister, ma'am?" He forgot about the questions for a second as he went to the little girl and pointed over to the girl at the clothing racks, "Do you know that girl? Do you know anyone in here for that matter?"





@Prizzy Kriyze @Effervescent @Shura @DescriptedEnd

 

[Effervescent]

Evangeline watched Joe curiously as his attention turned from them to the little girl. She shot Ivo a perplexed glance, though she did so without thinking that perhaps he wouldn't regard her again. Her lower lip curled under her teeth as she contemplated her next course of action. Joe the Suit was otherwise engaged with concern for a possibly lost girl, the shop was beginning to fill with customers, and it was in Evangeline's best interest to come back and apply for any possible open positions later in the day.


The little girl and the young lady Joe's attention was to looked nothing alike. It could be possible that one or the other was adopted. The older one browsing through various articles of clothing looked familiar and close to her age. Evangeline surmised she likely knew her from school, but she didn't know her well enough to say for sure, or to even give a name.


"I'm Evangeline, by the way," she cut in softly. "Evangeline Knight. Why is an agent so interested in a meteor shower? That's what it was, right? Those happen a lot." She looked back over at Ivo, hopeful for maybe some form of confirmation on the rumored theory. Something inside her made her feel like it was her duty to hasten this man's questioning so that everyone's lives could go back to the way it was. The fault of this happenstance logically did not fall upon the brunette, and yet she mulled over she slowly rising guilt, her head tilting ever so slightly upward as if to avoid drowning in an invisible rising water line of worry.


@Prizzy Kriyze @DamagedGlasses @DescriptedEnd @Shura

 

[Der Kojote]

Victor stared a bit at the person asking the questions. A paused for a few seconds after she finished her rapid fire questioning. The last one need an adult, made him realize something, she’s really not too good at this. Though apparently the comet was something that she was interested in…but there had been no comet…oh wait, “You mean the lights about a month back? For starters…yes…I feel fine. Umm, you probably would want to get in contact with someone from NASA or a degree in Astrophysics if you wanted to get a more plausible explanation of what the hell that was. As for me I’ve got a degree in history, so that carries little weight in figuring out what the lights were.”


He tapped his head in thought, he still had a passion for the subject though. “However, if it was a comet…then there are really no signs of it. I mean…the Tunguska event caused a large area of devastation in Siberia in 1908. That was either a comet explosion, or an impact. And we decidedly do not look like 1908 Siberia. The Aurora Borealis does not happen down here nearly enough, not to mention the fact that it was by all accounts fairly localized…so that rules that out and…oh…pardon me I’m rambling.” He paused for a second again looking at his interviewer, “Sorry, as a history teacher…I kind of get exuberant about subjects I’m interested in…only way to keep the kids awake.”


He gave a polite nod, “Also…if you were presenting in front of a class, right now, I’d be mentally flagging you for, ‘I need to talk with the person and try and get their presentation skills up to speed.’ Though…considering what I opened up with…might be understandable…Sorry I try and catch solicitors or missionaries off guard with that line, it worked better than usual. Though either your neither of those, or this is a really new sales pitch."


@DamagedGlasses


@history teacher teaching outside of History room


@everyoneistryingtosellsomething


@unnecessary@

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Ivo followed the peculiar suited man with his calm gaze, and suddenly realized what seemed so off with one of the man's questions. What was his name? He reached his hand into his left back pocket and pulled out a small pin button, attaching it to his shirt on the chest. The nametag nicely stated "Hello! My name is Ivo Lambert." in a much friendlier manner than Ivo himself would ever introduce himself. It bothered him ever so slightly, but due to Alberta's demands he had to wear it.


He looked up and locked eyes with the job-hunting girl for a moment, before she looked away and inspected two other customers who'd just entered the store and caught the agent's eye. Though it went against everything Ivo stood for and hurt him on a deep psychological level, he took two steps forward and tapped the agent on his back. "She's not that young, hardly helpless." He said, sending a glance to the little girl he was talking to. She looked like she was at least above ten, which was about the same age Ivo was when he started wandering around town back home on his own. If he could do it, so could she. "Was there something else you needed to know, or are you done? In that case I'm going to ask you to leave. Men in suits asking questions may bother the customers." With slightly less monotonousness than usual Ivo formed the longest line of words in months. It was very seldom he said more than single five-word sentences, and that was about 31 words with barely a pause in between.


He went quiet and waited for a response with the same indifferent expression as before, but his eyes were slightly more open showing more alertness than earlier. It almost looked as if he'd surprised himself with proving that he was able to form long sentences in english.


@Shura


@DamagedGlasses


@Effervescent


@DescriptedEnd (sortof)