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Post by DMis on Sept 15, 2015 13:06:27 GMT -5
It had been another day for the Witch of Blood as she floated through the dream bubbles. That all changed as she came to a tumble down the main street of some unknown city.
Multi-colored crystals encased her forelimbs as she stood up. "This is an interesting developement," she muttered as she looked around. A few diamond shaped crystals floated near by. "Delta. Surfing," she ordered to a rune covered cube before climbing to stand up.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 15, 2015 13:42:57 GMT -5
Outside a little shop in the Plaza, the Angel of Time leaned against a wall, humming to himself as he stared at the sky. He already knew what events were going to transpire on this day, and he seemed to be at relative ease with it all. He was just waiting for all the pieces to fall into place.
Evan was running late. Predictable.
Kendall wasn't sure how to feel about Evan's latest development. In the grand scheme of things, he saw nothing wrong with tattoos, and he knew that Evan wouldn't embed anything immoral or blasphemous into his skin. And of course, it was Evan's decision, so who was he to judge? The least he could do for his dear friend was slow down time in the tattoo parlor while he waited for Evan to show up.
He looked down the street as something came into view. It wasn't Evan, but it definitely looked familiar to Kendall...
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Post by DMis on Sept 15, 2015 13:44:33 GMT -5
The cube riding woman came to a stop. "Take a picture. It'll last longer," the woman commented in a defensive manner.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 15, 2015 13:49:44 GMT -5
Kendall smiled and raised his hands awkwardly. "Didn't mean to offend. I must apologize, though; I believe I might have seen you somewhere before."
Initiate the time shenanigans slowly. Don't want to sound like a crazy person...
He looked down the street again, then back at the woman, his smile brightening cheerfully and politely. "What brings you here?"
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Post by DMis on Sept 15, 2015 14:04:08 GMT -5
She gave a smirk before getting off of the cube. "Just tumbled into town. Not used to having others around. Much less seeing them," she offered. "Void sailing through dream bubbles gets boring after your 10th bubble." She talked as if the man before her would know what she meant.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 15, 2015 14:08:07 GMT -5
"Ah, yes..." Kendall rubbed his neck, arching his eyebrows to turn his smiling expression from kind to sympathetic. "Prolonged periods without social interaction can be frustrating. I understand. And enduring such in a realm of practically nothing..." He took a deep breath. "Well, at least you're back on solid ground. That must count for something!"
One more minute. He was on his way.
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Post by DMis on Sept 15, 2015 14:12:40 GMT -5
"It's nice but it makes me wonder if I'll be pushed out of this world and into another," the woman replied. She offered a crystal clad hand to the man before her. "Name's Forsaken," she offered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 15, 2015 14:16:56 GMT -5
His smile never faltering, the angel returned the handshake. "Kendall. Sorry if I seem a bit distracted. I'm, uh, waiting for a friend."
He then tilted his head. "So what do you mean by 'pushed out of this world'? I've seen chaotic forces bring people to this world plenty of times before, but it seems to me like you've been through quite the journey."
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Post by DMis on Sept 15, 2015 14:20:03 GMT -5
"I don't know if this is another Dream Bubble that I'm passing though or a legit world," Forsaken replied. "And your name rings a bell but I don't know if you would know why," she added.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 15, 2015 14:32:37 GMT -5
Kendall shrugged at that last comment before saying, "Well, I'd like to tell you that this world is really and truly real, but given that you've only just arrived, I'm honestly not sure whether or not you'd believe me right out the gate. After enduring such a mentally taxing endeavor, it can be difficult to decide what or what not to assimilate and- Oh! Right on time!"
Of course, "right on time" was a relative term. To anyone else who might've been aware of Evan's appointment, he would've been considered late, but Kendall knew the exact second the young man would arrive. He had a knack for that, after all. He turned around, pointing a finger at the tattoo parlor to lift its personal time displacement, then he looked down the street just as Evan came charging into view.
As he neared the store, Evan lifted his hand in an awkward wave, panting heavily with each thudding step. "Hey Kendall! Hey..." He slowed down right in front of them, raising an eyebrow at the sight of a familiar yet... somehow different face. "Beth?"
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Post by DMis on Sept 15, 2015 14:35:30 GMT -5
Forsaken blinked several time. "Key wielder?.... You're alive?" she asked. "And it's Forsaken. I shed that name a long time ago, Evan."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 15, 2015 14:40:42 GMT -5
"Wh...? Y-Yeah, of course I'm alive," Evan chuckled between exhausted pants. "And, uh... I-I'm actually running late, so, uh... I'll talk to you guys later!" He then threw open the door to the tattoo parlor and completed his sprint inside.
Kendall chuckled and merely gave him a brief wave. Then, once Evan was out of sight, he turned back to Forsaken, his smile softening to reflect sadness. Possibly even coyness. "I do believe you've just met an alternate version of a friend."
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Post by DMis on Sept 15, 2015 14:41:56 GMT -5
"I hate paradox space....." Forsaken muttered. "It happens more often than one thinks."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 15, 2015 14:46:07 GMT -5
"Actually, I see it happen all the time," Kendall offered with a small laugh. "Spring-boarding off of this, I'm not one to believe in coincidences. You've been brought here for a reason, and I think it's fair to say that our dear Mr. Anders in there has something to do with it."
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Post by DMis on Sept 15, 2015 14:56:38 GMT -5
"I have a feeling you're right Kendall," she offered. "Should we go see what the key keeper is getting as a tat?"
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