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I walk in silence for so long I think 44 believes I will not answer. Everyone is afraid. But…very difficult to be afraid and be feared. That is why you make yourself feared–to not be afraid. Should I fear you? Should these others? If we do not? Wha…
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OOC: Let’s get that read out of the way. Read Person: (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 5, 4. Total: 9)
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"There's rotters out here'll sell you for bits of shine... someone like you." "Hmmm..." I laugh softly. The smile stays on my face, lending an amused tone to my response. "Someone like me." I let that hang in the air between us for a few seconds a…
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“No,” I say flatly, continuing to walk without looking up at him. “Aren't you afraid to be out here–with just us girls and the old man?”
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I note that we are are following the same route I used on my way here, and I am pleased. I long ago stopped being surprised at people behaving as I wish. I cannot control people, but I found that, even at a young age, my thoughts seeemed to influen…
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I stand up as Kites leaves. I had not considered that she would consider my visits haunting. I do not know what I expected. I do not want her to kill me, not really. I want the reaffirmation of her decision not to kill me. It strikes me now as a sel…
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"I...I didn't mean...I only thought..." I stammer, speech rendered suddenly difficult by the revelation that I've been making things worse. I take a deep breath to regain my composure, drive the emotion out of my voice. I thought that to offer you m…
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I turn to Gates momentarily. "This is the boy I spoke to you about, the one who wants--" I interrupt myself and involuntarily glance at Kites. Sometimes people are uncomfortable with too much truth. "--The one who struggles to decide."
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You're right, it's a read person. I sometimes forget you can roll at the beginning of a conversation as opposed to precisely when you want to ask the question(s). (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 4, 1. Total: 5)
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I turn slowly to face Kites. For a moment, I am silent, searching her face for the hatred that I fear. I meet her eyes, with the mixed trepidation and relief of passing the point of no return. "Madam Kites," I say, inclining my head slightly, a ges…
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Gates walks with me to the noodle shop of the woman called Kites and the Boy Who Hates Me. The light is out, as usual for this time of day. I have made it in time. I try the door. It is unlocked. Turning to Gates, I say, "Follow. Do not interfere."…
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What did Fortyfour do to shock me? I remember the man with the blonde dreadlocks, who I later heard called Fortyfour. It would be hard to forget. It was some time ago. I was not having as much jingle as I have now and needed to work. The man they ca…
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"I left the boy, where he became known to me, at Safeco. He lives with his mother, Kites, who has decided not to kill me and lives at peace above their noodle shop." I turn and look ahead at the shops area, something like dread, something like longi…
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I nod as Gates seems to talk himself into accepting my offer to seek help in finding Olympia. Then, he is asking me about outcomes with respect to the boy. I fear he has misunderstood. "Particular outcome? I ask, tilting my head and looking at him …
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I sense real remorse from Gates. I have not been as helpful as I could be. I take a step forward and reach out towards him. Partway, I remember: people fear my touch. I stuff my hand in my coat pocket, feeling awkward. "What you ask...I cannot do t…
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The unfortunate event with Olympia was about a month ago. She’s most likely out there, but where or whether dead or alive I can’t say. “Yes, Gates,” I say with a nod. “I know Olympia left. I knew that night that she was going to leave. Betrayal is …
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“Mr. Gates,” I say with a nod. “Of course. What may I do for you? Another of the not-so-faithful to root out?” That was just mean. I regret saying it. The truth is, I have little love for those who would make use of my services. One must eat, howeve…
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I dive into the sea of thought lapping at the gates of Pike’s Market. It is good to be back. The Arrow pack has made my mind feel like a stranger’s. I am alone. More than that, I am aloneness. Dog could not be denied. That is what I tell myself, but…
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Why do I come to Pike’s? It is surprising, is it not? I have known others like me who avoided crowds, even became reclusive, due to the noise of the thoughts of so many others. I am different. I need the crowds and the varied humanity of Pike’s, to …
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I lift Spider gently in both hands. The hairy little beast nearly fills my two hands. I think he's getting bigger. I raise Spider to my face and make cooing-chittering noises--difficult noises to make, and neither understood nor appreciated by Spide…
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When I open my brain, it is an escape. It is peaceful and quiet. Normal life is riding the surface of an ocean of thoughts, the thoughts of those around me. Or maybe not just those around me. Sometimes, there are gentle swells, sometimes it is chopp…
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Open Mind: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 1. Total: 8)
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I wonder. I wonder many things. Like, whose hostage was the younger man? Would it have been a rescue at all to restore him to Hammer? Was Hammer brave? Trying to save the man? Or vengeful? Opportunistic? These two that are left, they do not seem lik…
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I reach out and touch Spider's mind, looping strands of will around him and pulling him back to me. We give Hammer's feet and those of the others a wide berth. Hammer will get himself shot, or maybe he kills the man whose mind I hurt. I do not like…
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"Rot it. People should listen when you talk inside their heads." My head bows and my eyes clench shut with the effort. Until now, the image I have held in my mind was of my consciousness gently washing over his, like the bay tide on the sand. It r…
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Direct-brain whisper projection: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 1. Total: 9)
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I guide Spider into the guy's field of view...and he doesn't notice. "You have to get up on that chunk of masonry," I mumble, my eyes rolling back into my head. "Yes, I do appreciate how much effort you put into being sneaky, but if he does not see…
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I look at the man for a long moment. I could just leave. Why should I risk if he will not? It offends me, though. Not so much the highwaymen--those are just part of life. What offends me is the abandoning of a supposed friend and ally. Slowly, I sta…
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OOC: what should I be on the lookout for?
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Read a Sitch: (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 1, 1. Total: 2)