Neep! I lack my fics muse, however, I will be testing several new muses.
Remy: You mean Remy be only temp'rary?
Karla: Most likely Remy. I don't know if I like you yet.
Remy: Chere, why?
Karla: Because I haven't found another Kurt.
Remy: But chere, Remy be twice what de walking carpet be.
Karla: Prove it.
Remy: Later chere, over drinks and dinner?
Karla: *slaps him* No wonder no one wanted you. *sends him back to the store*
"So he came and got you?" Damia asked. We were sitting outside in the garden. Thankfully it was the weekend and I could relax.
"Ya. I don't know where he was but he must have been home to get the call." I replied. -Please let her figure it out-
"And now you're okay? I thought the doctor said it would take you weeks to recover." Damia said. She used her powers to create a little iris in the flower pot.
"I still don't understand how you do that." I said. I've always kind of envied mutants who have actually useful powers. All I am is a savant.
She sighed, "when I sweat, it crystalizes. The crystals become plants which I can control. Didn't you know that?"
"Well... yes, but what I was really wondering is can you do anything with them when you're far away?" I asked her.
"Sure I can. I can see through them if it's something important or if I'm concentrating." Damia explained.
"I wish I had powers like that." -Then maybe I could do something about Daddy-
"How come?" she asked.
"No reason. I just want to be useful." I replied. Not entirely untrue.
"Brittany, is something wrong?" Damia asked.
"No, I'm fine." She looked skeptical. "Really."
"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed looking at her watch. "I had better get going. See ya Brittany."
Damia disappeared with her other power, the ability to use any thing she created as waypoints to teleport to. I stayed in the garden a long time thinking.
Well that was a filler. Next chapter is the sort of climax to this story arc I'm calling 'From Riches to Rags... and Maybe Back Alive'
Remy: You mean Remy be only temp'rary?
Karla: Most likely Remy. I don't know if I like you yet.
Remy: Chere, why?
Karla: Because I haven't found another Kurt.
Remy: But chere, Remy be twice what de walking carpet be.
Karla: Prove it.
Remy: Later chere, over drinks and dinner?
Karla: *slaps him* No wonder no one wanted you. *sends him back to the store*
"So he came and got you?" Damia asked. We were sitting outside in the garden. Thankfully it was the weekend and I could relax.
"Ya. I don't know where he was but he must have been home to get the call." I replied. -Please let her figure it out-
"And now you're okay? I thought the doctor said it would take you weeks to recover." Damia said. She used her powers to create a little iris in the flower pot.
"I still don't understand how you do that." I said. I've always kind of envied mutants who have actually useful powers. All I am is a savant.
She sighed, "when I sweat, it crystalizes. The crystals become plants which I can control. Didn't you know that?"
"Well... yes, but what I was really wondering is can you do anything with them when you're far away?" I asked her.
"Sure I can. I can see through them if it's something important or if I'm concentrating." Damia explained.
"I wish I had powers like that." -Then maybe I could do something about Daddy-
"How come?" she asked.
"No reason. I just want to be useful." I replied. Not entirely untrue.
"Brittany, is something wrong?" Damia asked.
"No, I'm fine." She looked skeptical. "Really."
"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed looking at her watch. "I had better get going. See ya Brittany."
Damia disappeared with her other power, the ability to use any thing she created as waypoints to teleport to. I stayed in the garden a long time thinking.
Well that was a filler. Next chapter is the sort of climax to this story arc I'm calling 'From Riches to Rags... and Maybe Back Alive'