OC for anemoi

[i_see_dead_dragons]

[1]



[You got a new roommate yesterday, a blind woman escorted in by one of the Lab guys. She holed up in her room pretty quick and you haven't seen her since. Until now, that is, where you've just come home to find her in your room, groping her way through your stuff.]

[2]



[You just told Aestuosa about something most people would consider highly unusual. Magic, aliens, time travel, whatever. As long as it's not about piloting a giant robot, that's not weird to her.]

Yeah, right! How gullible do you think I am?

[3A]



[Oh, hey, look, it's Aestuosa over there, hanging out on a park bench. She pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one up before she starts... talking to herself?]

Ain't like it really matters to you, right?

[3B]

[ALTERNATIVELY, if you're the sort of person who can see ghosts and other such otherworldly things, you get a pretty different view of the above situation. Aestuosa is sharing her bench with a deceased fellow, looks to be a young businessman of some sort. When she lights up, he admonishes her about the dangers of smoking.]

Ain't like it really matters to you, right?

Comments

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[has_a_blog]

Dude!

[i_see_dead_dragons]

[Aestuosa looks back at Dave; a pointless gesture, but an automatic one.]

You're back. You got any of those whatchamacallits? The memory things?

[has_a_blog]

Yes, they're in the red cabinet. What are you doing in my room?

[i_see_dead_dragons]

Looking around. Show me the cabinet.

[has_a_blog]

It's over there.

[i_see_dead_dragons]

[Should she ask for more specific directions? Yeah, probably. Is she going to? Hell no, she has too much pride for that. She'll just pick the direction she thinks is most likely to be "over there" and start heading that way.]

[has_a_blog]

[Welcome to a blank wall. He sure as hell wasn't actually pointing at anything.]

So is this normal for you? Just show up in some kid's room and rifling through his stuff? Because if it is I'm not going to judge you are anything for being a weird deviant.

[i_see_dead_dragons]

[It's not like she could see it if he was pointing anywhere, anyway. :V But, hey, walls are acceptable. Cabinets are generally placed against walls, so if she just follows this wall, she'll hit the cabinet eventually, right? She can deal with that.]

The door wasn't locked. Ain't my fault you can't keep shit secured.

[has_a_blog]

Dude my shit is so secured you can't even imagine. Not even a random blind lady stumbling around in the wrong direct can get at it.

[i_see_dead_dragons]

Then you don't need t' worry about it, do ya?

[She won't directly acknowledge the "wrong direction" comment, but she does turn around.]

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[familiar_scent]

...And I'm a talking dog, did I mention that part?

[i_see_dead_dragons]

Yeah, I can see that. I can talk to dead people, guess a dead dog ain't much different.

[familiar_scent]

Well, it's not like you'd run into any live talking dogs, I suppose. Now that would be ridiculous.

[i_see_dead_dragons]

You're pretty ridiculous to start with yourself, poochie.

2!

[tactilekonesis]

[Kon is so not used to someone outright disbelieving him, especially when he'd worked up the courage to tell her that he remembered being able to use TTK!]

Oh, come on! Like I'd lie to you about the awesome that's my tactiletelekinesis!

[i_see_dead_dragons]

"Tactiletelekinesis," are you even listening to yourself? You sound crazy.

[tactilekonesis]

But it's true!

[Kon sighs, before holding out his hand.] Watch. [He concentrates, focusing his energy on the nearby lamp post... that he bends in half.]

[i_see_dead_dragons]

[Well that made a distinctly unpleasant sound she can't recognize.]

What the hell was that? It didn't sound like a car crash....

[tactilekonesis]

[Ah, crap, that's right...

Kon winces. In his rage, he'd completely forgotten.] That was me bending a lamp post in half.

[i_see_dead_dragons]

Horseshit.

[She taps her way over to the lamp post in question. Oh, yup, that sure is bent in half there. Welp.]

You really did this? With your brain?

[tactilekonesis]

[He slowly nods, before remembering to speak:] Yeah.

I could show you that I can fly too, but... I think you'd probably be happier staying on the ground, right?