Chapter 5: Classify the Crazy
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This girl was a psychic, that was what gave her that tang of Earth-that-was. Not many people were gifted with the supernatural anymore. Most of the witches died with the earth and only a few demons made it off the planet as well. Oz didn't know what happened to the slayers after the fall.
Except this girl was so not in her right mind, there was something off about her. She seemed smart, but it was like her speech was encrypted. Like a computer program. 'Maybe she's processing too much information at once and needs walls to block it out.' Oz thought. 'It's probably the mental shields that hold my wolf at bay that keep her out as well. Imagine if I didn't have them up, the so many years I've lived being pressed upon her. That would not be good.'
River jumped off the crate in a spinning twirl that she gracefully landed on one foot. She kneeled in front of Oz and put a hand on his guitar, "So old, priceless trash. It doesn't fit in anymore." She looked at Oz and cocked her head to the side. "Like you." She said slowly.
'Maybe my shields don't hide everything.' Oz thought and then he shrugged. "I don't fit in much anywhere."
River smiled, "Pieces can be made to fit," she stood up. "especially on a crew of misfits." She started to walk away, "Be sure to keep your things hidden from the girl man. He takes what is costly."
"Girl man?" Oz asked.
River's head popped around the door, "Jayne."