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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 3:18:40 GMT
He froze, thinking it over carefully in his mind. No one man could be so powerful as to create the future, not even Lidia was that stupid. This answer would probably be the one to change his drawing gift, make it less of a hobby and more as a job. But it would make her feel better. "I can tel the future, creating it is way beyond my abilities." He looked at the ground, wondering how all this could be happening to him.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 3:22:36 GMT
She smiled, putting an arm around him and holding him in a short squeeze, "Then that's not so bad, is it?" she asked softly, "I mean, you rarely draw yourself and it means you can warn others if you learn of bad things. Like it probably would have been useful if you'd drawn a picture of me falling of a cliff..." she said softly, amazed at how well she remembered it, and how long ago she'd been told. Her memory was improving.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 3:39:58 GMT
"They don't always come true. So there would be no point in telling about every single one." he sighed, leaning back. "Dea, what if I told you that.. I think someone might die?" he asked calmly, pretending as if it were no big deal. Antosha gave a short laugh.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 3:42:59 GMT
She looked up at him, not quite sure what to say as she dropped her grip around him suddenly, watching him. "Someone?" she asked slowly in a quiet voice. "...Do you know who?" she asked, though she dared not, the words of Antosha's so called friends still ringing in her ears.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 4:00:06 GMT
Antosha bit his lip, wondering if he should tell the truth or not. "There are four possible people. Me or you could die, or Mayu and Mel. With my sister and your brother there is more of a possibility due to their lack of spiritual defense." he was almost silent, thinking out loud as he spoke.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 4:04:19 GMT
The news shocked her, but she gave a grim laugh at the last part, rolling her eyes. "Spiritual defense? Mathew?" she shook her head softly, "He'd feed me to the spirit world sooner than he'd protect me about now. I haven't even seen him... in..." she stopped, looking around herself, even though she couldn't physically see him. "Antosha, how long has Mathew been gone?" she asked in a hushed tone.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 4:11:55 GMT
Julie grimaced, looking very dirty for a spirit who shouldn't be able to be dirtied. He's been gone since I left the hospital room. No sight of him in the spirit world, he's got to be at the school. For a dead girl she looked positivity scared. Antosha grabbed Diane's hand, forcing her up. "Come on, Mathew is up to something." he said, not being one to stand around while his spirit was suffering.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 4:15:58 GMT
"I-" she paused, shaking her head and feeling like crying, "I told him that I was scared of him hurting you or Melville...." she told him, lifting herself up. "I- everytime I saw you two he seemed to be... waiting." she shook her head again, putting her hands to her head, "Why didn't I see this before?" she almost screamed.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 26, 2009 4:24:15 GMT
Julie looked up, thinking quickly. It wasn't Mathew's style to go after a guy, plus Anto would be unavailable. What was the one thing the boys had in common... Oh dear god, Antosha! Mathew is after Mayu. she spoke to both of them. Antosha grabbed Diane's hand and lead her quickly to a teleporting spot. "It's fine, not your fault. But he's after my little sister now, all to get back at my older sis. It just doesn't work that way." he pounded his foot against the ground, landing them safely in the school's lawn.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 4:30:16 GMT
"What?" she looked at him, barely able to understand, "But... Mayu? Mathew would never hurt someone who was innocent..." she said slowly, everything falling into place coldly, "But she's not innocent in his eyes.... She belongs to Melville, and Melville is an enemy..." she said slowly, running forwards, trying to work out where they were. Mel, Mayu, where are you? she was going to project to them quickly when she heard Melville's psychic cry for help.
"Oh no..." she said, the tone in Melville's message sending a shiver down her spine. Could they be too late? She couldn't think of that. "Their room. Come on." she said, taking Antosha's hand and teleporting them.
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