Visitor from Beyond
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: jaberwok on October 31, 2009, 11:01:19 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>October 31, 2009, 11:01:19 pm</strong>
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				Dugan was late for his appointment with his professor, and the rain wasn't helping things. He crossed the street, cursing at his broken umbrella, just as a truck rolled through a puddle, this time nearly drenching him. He knew this wasn't going to be a good talk; since the beginning of the semester he had been preoccupied, and his grades had slid quite a ways. Sighing, he hoisted himself up the stairs to the entrance to the building, and pressed the button to call the elevator. He took off his glasses to wipe the accumulated water from them, but only ended up smearing them worse on his jacket. Giving up, he resigned himself to merely shaking the water from his short black hair. He thought back to his last days at home; the ultimatum given to him by his girlfriend... the elevator dinged, and he sighed again, stepping through the doors...<br><br>...and into a darkness blacker than any he had ever known, and a sensation of falling. Behind him, the edges of reality wavered, flickering, slowly closing to reveal the inside of an empty elevator car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>October 31, 2009, 11:20:13 pm</strong>
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				Mohan lived a simple life in the world of magic. She was the average witch coming out of her teenage years and still attending classes for she was still learning some of the more advanced basics of wizarding. It had been an easy going day on campus for her. She hadn't missed any classes and no mishaps while she practiced traveling by apparition. She had managed to go everywhere she wanted...<br><br>...until she bumped into someone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>October 31, 2009, 11:28:13 pm</strong>
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				Dugan sees the ground rush up at him from nowhere, and reflexively curls into a ball. Rolling with his fall, he slowly rises, and checks himself for broken bones. As he's doing so, someone runs into him from behind, and he turns automatically. "Excuse me." The words rise to his lips unbidden, a low voice his mother had always said would have sounded good on the radio. He looks into the eyes of the woman who bumped him, brown eyes partially concealed behind wet lenses, but then looks away, quickly, taking in his surroundings. The look on his face quickly turns to one of confusion. "Err, where am I?" he asks, turn back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>October 31, 2009, 11:44:39 pm</strong>
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				Slowly recovering from the impact of running into this new person Mohan makes sure she has found solid ground and makes sure that she still has her very important wand. As she is checking herself over, blue eyes slightly watery from the apparition she notices that this person seems confused and lost. When he finally asks where he is Mohan knows she is about to have an adventure like no other. Giving him a quick smile Mohan says "Hi my name is Mohan and you have found your way to Santeria. Can I ask you who you are and where you come from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>October 31, 2009, 11:52:00 pm</strong>
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				He looks at the girl again, and pauses, as if struck dumb for a second. "Errrr," he says, taking in her features. <em>I know her</em>, he suddenly realizes, <em>But from where? I'm fairly sure I've never met her before in my life.</em> "I mean, hello," he says, remembering his manners. "I'm Dugan. Dugan Thorne." He thrust a hand out, and smiled uncertainly. "Santeria? Is that a suburb of Columbus?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 12:04:29 am</strong>
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				She takes his hand and shakes it firmly. As they continue to shake hands she finally really takes him in. She thinks to herself <em>He can't be that much older than me.</em>. Remembering that she is staring and that it is rude to do so she continues the conversation. "Yes Santeria is a suburb of Columbus but I think you will find this suburb a little bit different than your normal one. You don't seem to know that you have changed the realms of the world." She watches for Dugans reaction, unsure of what will come next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 12:16:28 am</strong>
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				He continues smiling for a moment before the statement fully sinks in. "Wait, what? What do you mean?" He continues holding her hand, not shaking it, as a thousand different thoughts swirl through his head. <em>Different suburb? Realms?</em> He shivered for a second, suddenly remembering how wet he was. "Um, perhaps I should head back to campus," he says, pulling his eyes away from her, and glancing around again for landmarks. Finding none, he looks back to her, his eyes pleading for help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 12:27:54 am</strong>
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				She realizes that she has just scared the poor&nbsp; boy to death and maybe even dug herself&nbsp; a hole that she may never be able to climb out of. Despite the fact that she is nervous she pushes on. "I mean that you are no longer in a world where you have to use your own energy to do everything. For example, here in my world you don't have to walk across the room to get the remote you left over there before you sat down. You simply pull out your wand, point it at the remote and say the word accio. It then floats by the direction of your wand into your other hand." She sees the pleading look that he continues to give her. She searches her head for a way to comfort him. <em>I have no idea how I am going to get him back. I am nowhere near that point in my magic. I am just learning to move myself around let alone to move someone back into another realm.</em> She turns back to Dugan and says " Would you like to see some of the town?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 12:34:46 am</strong>
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				"Yes... yes, please," he says, squeezing her hand slightly. He looks upward, staring not so much at anything, but thinking to himself <em>That's it, I've finally gone off the deep end.</em> He looks back at her with a smile. <em>At least I've got pleasant company here.</em> "I think that would be pleasant," he says. Suddenly realizing that he's still holding her hand, he lets go, moving both his hands behind his back, blushing slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 12:51:14 am</strong>
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				As Dugan accepts her invitation to view the town she figures it would be a good idea to finally make a plan as to what they are going to do and how they may eventually get him back into his proper realm. She feels him squeeze her hand and then let go. As he becomes embarrassed she giggles in her head thinking <em>I think I just made a new friend. This is rare for me. I have to show him a good time.</em> This just adds to the pressure she is already giving herself to find him a way back to his home. She tries her hardest to pretend she didn't notice him blush and says "Shall we start with the school?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 12:59:06 am</strong>
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				Dugan smiles, relaxing some. "That works for me." He falls into step beside her, alternating between looking at the surrounding landscape and sneaking glances at Mohan. As he looks about, he notices a few similarities between the town he knew and the town he is touring -&nbsp; a rather crooked tree on this corner, that matches a tree he knew, or a crumbling brick facade with a similar pattern of shading in the bricks. Most everything else, however, is very different, and he has to take breaks from absorbing it occasionally, studying his walking companion instead.&nbsp; He still can't shake the feeling that he somehow knows her. "So," he says awkwardly as they walk, "are you a student at Columbus State too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 01:09:06 am</strong>
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				Mohan can feel the occasional stares coming from Dugan behind her. She wonders if she should take it as a compliment or just let it go because she is someone new. She watches him out of the corner of her eye as he absorbs some of the landscape and buildings around them. He looks at some things longer than others as if he recognizes them. Like they exist in his world too. As they continue to walk and study each other Mohan starts to see some similar features in Dugan. Like they maybe knew each other at some other point and then lost contact. She shakes this feeling as she answers his question, "Yes I attend Columbus State. However it is Columbus State school of Magic." "Here in front of us is the building for making potions, which can be a crazy thing sometimes. We have had explosions because wrong ingredients were added. Things can get pretty interesting around here." She is starting to feel like a tour guide making her uncomfortable so she slows a little bit so that the two are standing side by side. She feels much better here, more relaxed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 01:24:13 am</strong>
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				"School of Magic?" he says a bit slowly, digesting this newest piece of information. Glancing at the building in front of them, it is obvious that the windows have been replaced several times, and scorch marks score the brick around all of the openings to the building. He cocks his head as he looks at the sign outside. <em>Alchemical Laboratories. Huh.</em> Bending down to read the smaller print, he read, "Warning! Fire spells are forbidden within 50 feet of this building!" He glances at Mohan as he straightens again. "I seem to remember this as a frat house... curiously enough, it looked very similar; probably for similar reasons." He grins, then leans over and adds in a conspiratorial whisper, "I think they also sometimes mixed the wrong ingredients."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 01:31:47 am</strong>
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				She can't help but giggle at his whisper in her ear. She thinks<em>He says this looks familiar. Is there a connection between the realms? Do they really seem so similar? Can only certain people breach the gap?</em>These are all questions she stores in the back of her head for a professor. She then realizes she has no idea what a 'frat house' is. "What is a frat house?" she asks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 01:49:52 am</strong>
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				"Uhh," he pauses, and blushes again, a brighter shade of pink this time. "It's like a dorm, except with all guys, but they usually throw huge parties on the weekends with lots of alcohol and sorority girls..." he pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. "You know what? Nevermind." He looks at her nervously, before changing the subject. "I think I can see my apartment building." He moves a few blocks down the street, before stopping again. "Although, it's probably not my building, is it?" He pulls out a set of keys from his pocket, and looks at them. "What happens if I use my keys in the locks here?"<br><br><br><em>This is really fun, and I look forward to continuing it, but I'm about to drop from exhaustion! I'll be back tomorrow, though. :-)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 01:03:16 am</strong>
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				As she notices Dugan blush she can't continue to look at him so she decides to look up at the clear sky and the ground in order to hide her excitement and embarrassment as she too blushes slightly. She thinks to herself<em>I must know him. He is way too familiar for me to not remember.</em> "I'm not sure if your keys would work here or not but I feel adventurous enough to try it so lets give it a shot." She is now as nervous as ever, unsure of where things are going.<br><br>Alright I will see you tomorrow. I can't wait to continue. I do however have to go back to school tomorrow (I came home for the weekend) and mom has plans for me so sorry if my posts aren't as fast as they were tonight. :-)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 09:47:09 am</strong>
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				Dugan smiles mischievously, exposing a small but somewhat charming gap between his front two teeth. His mind was a jumble with the changes he had experienced, but this just seemed like it would be <em>fun</em>, regardless of what happened. Thoughts of the meeting with his professor had already fled his mind. "Alright then," he says impishly, and turns to walk off, before he stops suddenly. Turning slowly, he grins impishly again, and gallantly offers Mohan his arm. "Madame?" he asks, in a silly fake French accent.<br><br><em>No worries! Post as you can.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 09:54:27 am</strong>
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				He surprises her when he offers her his arm. She takes it with a bright smile showing off the teeth she took years learning to fix and blushing cheeks. She was slowly forgetting that this guy had no idea what was happening around him and that he didn't belong. <em>He just seems to fit in, almost like he belongs here, like this is where he was supposed to be in the beginning.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 08:01:19 pm</strong>
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				Walking along leisurely with Mohan, Dugan feels himself relax. Although he still has no idea what the hell happened, or where he is, he finds that he is becoming more comfortable with the situation. A thought occurs to him - <em>Stockholm Syndrome?</em> He almost giggles at the ridiculousness of it. Although it's possible he could have somehow been kidnapped, something in the back of his mind knows this is not the case; that this is opportunity breaking down his front door, and whisking him away to something more real than he has ever known before. He realizes he's wearing a silly grin as he walks, but doesn't quite find the energy to care. He takes a deep breath of clean air - <em>I wonder if they even use cars?</em> he wonders momentarily - and is about to say something about the lovely weather, when suddenly he notices two men in brown coats and ties walking towards the two of them purposefully. Something about the two makes the skin on the back of his neck crawl, until he realizes, <em>we haven't seen another soul out here since I arrived</em>. Almost unconsciously, he begins slowing down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 09:08:28 pm</strong>
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				As they continue to walk down the street arm in arm, Mohan feels him relaxing and becoming more comfortable. Knowing that he is relaxing helps her to relax a little bit. She finds herself carefully observing him and his actions. His mouth opens as if he was going to say something after looking up to the sky when she notices him stiffen beside her. Wondering what has caused this action she follows his look and spots them. The brown coats and ties give them away right away. <em>Oh man,</em>she thinks, <em>Someone has told that someone who doesn't belong is here.</em>Her mind continues to race through all of the things they have done when suddenly she realizes she barely saw anybody around since she bumped into Dugan. <em>Who could have possibly told on them?</em> She tries to stay brave as they continue down the side walk closing in on the space between her and the government officials, becoming more and more nervous as they come closer
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 09:36:53 pm</strong>
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				Dugan notices Mohan's reaction to the men. "So, I take it they're not friends of yours?" he asks, coming to a full stop. Glancing over his shoulder, he notices two more approaching from behind. "Who are they?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 09:38:43 pm</strong>
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				"I swear to God, if one of them calls me 'Mr. Anderson', I'm out of here." he adds. Although it was meant to come out as a joke, he realizes as the words mean his lips he's quite serious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2009, 09:46:24 pm</strong>
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				"These are government officials and by the looks of it we are in some trouble. Try to act cool as I talk to them and see if there is some misunderstanding." Mohan is more nervous now than ever in her life, more so than the first time she tried apparition. The men finally reach two steps in front and two steps in back of them. Mohan gulps as she says, "Can I help you gentlemen?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 05:40:20 pm</strong>
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				Dugan nods, and waits, tense, as the two men step up to them. After some seconds looking them over, one says, "Have either of you seen anything... unusual?"<br><br>Dugan's skin crawls as he wonders if he would indeed be considered unusual in this place. He is keenly aware of the sloshing water in his clothing, even though the outermost layers have mostly dried. He looks at the men in front of him, and squeezes Mohan's arm tightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 06:12:08 pm</strong>
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				Mohan makes a face of wonder after they ask about if something unusual happened today. She tries to make it apparent that she is thinking about the day without them finding out that she is truly figuring out how to answer them. <em>How are we going to avoid them finding out? We are going to have to play him off as my long lost friend and hope they buy it.</em> "No sir, I have not seen anything unusual today. Is there something wrong?"<br><br>Congratulations on being accepted!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 08:40:45 pm</strong>
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				Dugan watches the conversation, willing himself to continue taking slow breaths and remain calm. <em>Mohan seems to have everything under control,</em> he thinks, trying to leave a bored expression on his face.<br><br>The man in brown frowns slightly, and turns to his comrade. "I thought we had evacuated the area?"<br><br>"Evidently a class letting out resulted in some of the students using apportation magic into the area. The wards seem to be compromised."<br><br>The frown deepened. "I'm afraid the two of you will have to come with us," he says finally. "This area is not currently safe."<br><br><em>Thank you very much! It was quite the surprise when I found it. I hope yours goes as quickly!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 09:01:17 pm</strong>
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				<em>Really? Unsafe? Since when were there any problems with safety here in Santernia? We are wizards and witches? We can't handle this? This must be serious.</em> All of these thoughts rush through Mohans as she tries to keep a straight face. She must find a way to tell Dugan that it will be alright if we do what they say. "Can I ask why we are not safe?" She steals a look at Dugan to try to communicate through her eyes that it will be alright. When she finally catches his eyes she sees that the handsome brown eyes are large and childlike, begging for an explanation. As they catch this glimpse his eyes seem to soften into understanding. They have no other choice but to follow.<br><br>Thanks!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 10:27:04 pm</strong>
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				Dugan nods, realizing that Mohan has a much better idea of what is going on. <br><br>The man in brown gestures, and walks away, expecting the two to follow. "This morning a Wyldstorm appeared in this area," he says, his conversational tone suggesting that everything was completely under control. "Evacuation is merely a precautionary measure. After all, we don't want a repeat of Roanoke."<br><br>Dugan followed behind, keenly aware of the silent pair behind them. <em>What the hell is he talking about?</em> he wondered, trying to catch Mohan's eye with a quizzical look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 10:40:50 pm</strong>
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				Mohan sees Dugans stares of confusion through the corner of her eye. She wishes so much that she could stop and explain to him but she doesn't want to startle the men in front of or behind them. She feels Dugan continue to stiffen next to her. <em>How can I tell him what a Wydlstorm is? What about Roanoke? How do I even begin that one? I must get away from these four for like 5 minutes, but how?</em> As she is trying to find a way to explain things without giving it away that he is a newcomer and possibly a threat if something serious was to happen when the two men in the back quick passed to the front to talk to the two men in front. Mohan took an advantage of this pause in their walk to quick wisper to Dugan, "I can't totally explain right now but a Wydlstorm is a creature here. When we have time alone I will explain in greater detail. For now we need to follow them and try to not let them know that you are not from here. Can you do that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2009, 11:07:13 pm</strong>
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				Dugan nods quickly. "My lips are sealed," he says quietly, then draws a finger across his lips like he's closing a zipper. For a second, that quick grin reappears on his face, before concern clouds his features again. "Is it very dangerous?" he whispers, just as the men turn around to escort them again. Walking in silence, he notices that their four guards aren't really watching him; instead, they're attention is focused outward. He relaxes a little bit at this realization, and allows his arm to drop slowly, until he is holding Mohan's hand in his. He notices that she is still somewhat tense, and as he looks around, he's aware that everyone around him, Mohan included, has a hand tucked into a pocket, as if preparing a weapon in self defense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 10:10:12 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mohan is afraid to tell Dugan just how dangerous this could really be. She fears he would run and then she would never see him again, something she doesn't want to happen, she has become attached. As he slid his arm down hers and held onto her hand she got a shiver down her back, something that didn't happen very easily for her. Now she is even more nervous. She feels him relax at her side which is good but she must stay alert for it has become her responsibility to look after Dugan because he is her 'visitor.' The hand that is not wrapped around his is stuffed happily in her pocket gripping her wand as if it could come out of her pocket at any time and fly away. She finally relaxes a little bit when she can see the area full of people that have also been evacuated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 11:31:12 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the distance, Dugan can see tents. Although he can't spot details yet, he can tell that this must be the evacuation area, as there seems to be a lot of people milling around. However, he can also see that they are approaching some sort of shimmer, like a translucent sparkling curtain extending high into the air before arcing back over their heads. His jaw drops at the scale of the structure, and he wonders how they manage to support such a huge thing. As they approach the base, he can start to make out several more of the brown-suited men holding small sticks to the base of the wall, sweating in concentration. He stifles a laugh (turning it into a fake sneeze) at the sight of them working so hard, doing nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 12:34:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mohan sees the curtain and lets out a sigh. They have found the evacuation area where hopefully her and Dugan can escape into a private place so that she can explain more to Dugan. "Bless you," she whispers into his ear. As they approach the perimeter to the curtain she watches as the guards make a small area for them to squeeze into the protected area. As this is nothing new to her she decides to watch Dugan. He seems to stare in awe and almost shock at how much work it is to keep something that seems so simple going. <em>Maybe I will let him try something simple later that won't destroy the whole world so that he can see how draining it really is.</em> She plans to let him see this wonderful power that she beholds and maybe even himself seeing as he randomly ended up in this magical realm. They enter the barrier and all around them people are holding conversations and it is suddenly loud. Mohan turns to the four gentlemen and says "Thank you boys. I think we can handle it from here. Have a nice rest of the day." The two continue deeper into the crowd of people.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 01:10:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dugan nods at the men as they pass. He seems about to ask one of them a question, when Mohan pulls his hand. Thinking the better of drawing attention to himself, he follows her into the throng of people. The area is crowded, and he can't help but stare as individuals use wands to start fires, clean clothes, and play with their kids. And he lost count of the number of strange animals he saw prancing about as pets (so he assumed - he didn't want to get any closer to find out). After several minutes, he turns to see where Mohan is so purposefully headed. "Where are we going?" he asks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 01:20:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally freedom is there. Mohan decides that the faster they get away from the guards the better the chance of Dugan surviving. "We are going to go find somewhere quiet. My apartment is here in this area so we will go there." Mohan continues to pull Dugan through the crowd rather quickly. She wants to explain to him everything as soon as possible. They finally reach her building. They go up the stairs and she opens her door. They enter into the little 2 room apartment. "Make yourself at home please. You can have whatever you like out of the fridge or cupboards," she says as she bolts and soundproofs the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 03:27:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking in the decor, Dugan looks around slowly, before glancing into the other room. "Nice place," he says, nodding appreciatively. <em>It's certainly nicer than my dorm room,</em> he thinks to himself. The squishing in his shoes reminds him that although is outerwear has dried, the clothes underneath are still damp. "Could I use your bathroom?" he asks, taking his glasses off as he notices again the smears marking them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 04:32:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you can. It's right here," Mohan says as she shows him the way to the bathroom. She then leaves him to his business and goes to her room to freshen up herself. She can't help it as she decides to change her outfit into something a little bit cuter. She then goes into the kitchen to heat some water for some hot chocolate. Dugan seemed to be shivering the entire time they were walking. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 03, 2009, 06:48:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Duhan takes a moment to wash his glasses clean, before looking at himself in the mirror. <em>Oh man, have I had mud on me all day?</em> he thinks, remember the cars splashing him on the road. Sighing, he pulls off his coat, and hangs it up on the hook on the back of the door. He then takes a little bit of water, and wipes away the dirt from his cheeks. He then straightens his hair as best he can, trying to make himself look more dashing, and less like a vagrant.&nbsp; Smoothing his shirt one last time, he reopens the door and steps out to find her in the kitchen. "So..." he says, walking over and leaning against the door frame. "Thank you, by the way. I don't know what would have happened if those guys had found me out there alone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 01:15:11 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dugan scares her when he enters the kitchen and starts to talk. She jumps slightly and hopes he didn't notice. She wavers slightly when she answers, "You are welcome. I did bump into you. They probably would have just questioned you about how you got here and what you were doing here so, yeah, it's probably better that I found you rather than them. There is hot water on the stove if you would like some tea or hot chocolate. You looked kind of cold and wet while we were walking." She finishes making her cup of hot chocolate and takes a seat at her small round table. She tries not to stare at him for too long but with all of the mud gone and being able to get a good look at him now he seems somehow more handsome than before. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about your realm of life."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 01:22:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dugan makes a cup of hot chocolate for himself. "Thank you," he says, as he sits, "for everything."&nbsp; He smiles at her, a genuinely happy smile, before glancing down at his cup. "Well," he says slowly, "I guess my world is ok, although it's nothing like this." He looks up at her, searching for understanding. "I mean, like I said before, there are a lot of the same landmarks, but they're different... not as interesting as here." He wraps his hands around the cup, allowing the heat from the liquid to pour into his fingers, as he pauses, gathering his thoughts. "I'm a student there," he says after a little bit, then adds with a sad smile, "Well, at least for the time being. I wasn't doing to well." He stops again, and this time seems unwilling to continue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 03:18:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sees the hesitation in Dugan as he talks to her, like he is afraid that she will betray him. "If you don't want to talk about it I'm not going to coerce you into talking about it. I understand that we just met and that we are stil learning about each other. If it helps I have been on my own since the age of 16. My parents died in an accident." She hopes that this helps him open up rather than become afraid of what is around him. She sips her hot chocolate while she waits for him to respond, watching his facial expression.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 04:43:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not that I don't want to talk about it," he says, slightly more defensively than he means, "it's just..." He gets up, leaving the cocoa steaming on the table, and begins pacing. "Have you ever had the feeling that everything was falling apart, despite your best efforts?" he finally says, turning towards Mohan with arms spread. "Like you were barely holding things together, but things were improving. They're working out. And then someone comes up and hits you in the stomach, and it's all gone." His eyes darken as he processes what Mohan said. "I guess you do," he replies, quietly, and sits back at the table. "I'm sorry." A mixture of sorrow and sadness crosses his face as he considers her. "My girlfriend committed suicide after I left for school this year. She said she would, and I didn't believe her, and now she's gone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 04:58:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mohan looks down at the table while Dugan seems to let it all out. When he realizes what she had really said she looks up at him. She places her left hand on his right arm to comfort him by saying, "It's alright, we can help each other. We have both lost important people in our lives, something we can understand in each other. Wow, you really are cold. Would you like to move into the living room, we could start a fire and you could cover up and get comfortable on the couch." She was starting to feel absolutely no need to find an immediate way to get him back to his world. <em>What a hard thing to go through, having someone tell you they were going to kill themselves because you went away. I may have lost my parents at a younger age but at least I don't have the guilt or feeling that it may be from me.</em> Mohan now feels even more comfortable with him, they have something they can relate beyond school. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 09:09:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dugan nods, trying hard to contain the powerful emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He moves quietly over to sit on the couch, and watches Mohan as she prepares the fireplace. "What happened to them?" he asks, working to distract himself. "If you don't mind talking about it, that is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2009, 09:37:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He asked the one question that she hoped he wouldn't. She plays with the fireplace some more before she finally finds the courage to answer. "It was a rough time. We were being invaded my Wyldstorms. Everyone that was old enough had to go out to help hold up the barrier, like today. Mom and Dad were on their duty when one of the others fell, they had been out there for hours and their strength was leaving them. They couldn't get the hole covered fast enough." Her voice breaks as she continues, "Once one Wydlstorm got in they knew there was going to be trouble. One snuck in so the barrier continued to break down as more and more of the people holding it up went to help fight the wydlstorm, it was so late that it took awhile for others to come to help. Unfortunately my parents were right where the hole was and weren't strong enough to keep the wydlstorms under control. They got trampled by a group of them as they broke through." By the time she finished she had a fire started and had moved to curl up next to the couch at the other end from Dugan facing him. She hid her face from him because she was embarrassed by her emotions. She finally decided to just look into the fire and watch the flames.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 07:50:30 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dugan slips off his shoes and hugs his legs as he listens. Although he doesn't quite follow all of the details of her story, his heart goes out to her, and he feels horrible for having caused her to relive that awful day. When she stops, he slides over and puts an arm around her, offering a shoulder for her to cry on. He feels a little bit self conscious with the offer; he wonders whether she will slap him or snuggle into him, and he's not sure which would be worse. However, he can't stand seeing her so tortured by her past without trying to offer her some relief. He can feel himself shivering still, even though the cold is mostly gone from his body. Although he appears to be watching the fire, he is quite aware of Mohan next to him, and is ready to move back to the other end of the couch at any sign of reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 08:49:50 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mohan feels Dugan move closer to her. She isn't quite sure why yet because she hasn't pulled her eyes off of the fire yet. Then she feels his arm go around her so she leans into him, head on his chest listening to his heartbeat which seemed to has sped up for a moment for it took a minute to even out. Now she has tuned all out but the sound of his heart beat and the feeling of his chest&nbsp; rising and falling with each breath. She decides that the silence for now is good, as a tear rolls down her cheek finally. She is amazed with herself that she managed to not cry the entire time she was telling the story, it took all of her willpower. As they sit there, her in a not so comfortable position now, she decides to be more comfortable. She moves her body so fast that Dugan had no choice but to let her change positions. Her legs are no over his, her head is still on his chest, along with her left hand,placed towards the middle of his chest. Now that she is comfortable she says, "Will you tell me about your girlfriend?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 12:53:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dugan is taken by surprise by the speed with which she manages to drape herself across his lap. However, she seems more comfortable, and he certainly doesn't mind, as he brings his other arm around her from the other side, letting his hands meet on her hip. He pauses for a second, trying to calm his breathing as memories of her clash in epic struggle with his thoughts of right now. "I guess that would be fair," he says, and pauses, gathering his thoughts. "What do you want to know?" He holds his breath, selfishly hoping she doesn't ask him the same question he had asked her.<br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 3.95em;" class="bbc_size">OMG CONGRATULATIONS!!!</span> Err, I mean... yes, that's good. :D</em> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 12:59:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How did you manage to work through it? Did you try to talk her out of it? Whatever you feel comfortable telling me." Mohan relaxes as Dugan wraps his arms around her. She hasn't been held like this in a long time and it feels good. <br><br>Thank you. It was quite a surprise when I came to read your post and all I could see was great big red lettering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 01:22:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well," he starts, and then pauses, as though he's not quite sure where to begin. "We met in high school," he starts again, slowly becoming more comfortable with the idea of telling this story. "At a party thrown by one of my friends. You could say we hit it off." He grins a little bit at the memory of that evening. "Anyway, we were fairly serious by graduation. She was a year behind me, though." His hand begins lightly stroking Mohan's back as he tries to distract himself from the memories threatening to sweep him away. "I came to school here, and she was supposed to follow the next year. She didn't get in." He swallows; he knows what's coming next, and he doesn't really want to re-live it, but he presses on. "She said that if I went back it would be proof that I didn't really love her, and that she didn't want to live without love. I thought she was exaggerating... You know, being manipulative. I said we could move into an apartment together. She hated that idea." He leans forward, pressing his cheek against Mohan's hair. "So I told her we'd work it out at Thanksgiving, and went back. I got an apartment anyway, just in case she changed her mind, you know?" He pauses to wipe his nose on his sleeve before whispering, "They found her hanging from the ceiling fan in her room." He stops, unable to continue.<br><br>Umm, sorry about that. :-[
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 03:14:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mohan feels the need to say something but has no idea how to say how she feels. A tear trickles down her face. She tries to secretly wipe it away but with the way they were so close there was no way she was going to be able to do it without him noticing. Without a way to say what she was feeling she decided to just lean into him and let him hug her and hope that it comforts him instead of feeling uncomfortable. She lets the silence do all of the comforting<br><br><br>Don't worry about it. I was just as excited as you were.&nbsp; ;)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Visitor from Beyond</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2009, 06:13:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Pppst! Check your PMs!</em>
			</dd>
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