Me, Myself and a Good Friend
2th of February 2007 A.D.
"Actually, there will be more of me going around than you think, more of... mes, let me deal with the money stuff and I can show you."
"I don't think we are supposed to be calling it money stuff," Rosie says, in the tone of someone dutifully repeating advice she is not planning to take.
"If you have enough of it you can call it whatever you like," you say airily. "Stupid rule, but I don't make 'em."
"Darn guess Jared was right, you are a subversive communist."
Somehow you manage to bite your tongue. "He did
not say 'subversive communist'."
"Well OK, not in so many words, but that's what he meant, Jared has
opinions about people, lots and lots of opinions. I figure mom's the only one who's obligated to listen to all of them so she gets to hear all of them, lucky her right?"
Truth be told you are caught between feeling sorry for Mrs Wilson and snickering at the thought of proclaiming to your parents that you're apparently a godless communist now. It's probably on serious grounds like 'eyeliner, streaks and piercings'. Nothing like being able to make perfect disguises to get an eyeful of how... shallow most people are. Take right now you still look like yourself just white tie, black trouser inch-high heels and a haircut you stole off Ally McBeal and everyone just assumes you are twenty five or something.
"So about there being more of you..." Rosie trailed off. By now you had made it out of the lobby and into the park to me met by Pods in a Grateful Dead hoodie, sans alterations to the look.
"Hi," she chines in, with a bounce in her step.
Do I really look that peppy from the outside?
Rosie looks at her, looks at you, closes her eyes and, you suspect from knowing her, counts to five in her head, opens them again. "OK so on a scale of 'the castle I built for myself last night to' that 'tree over there' how real are you?"
"Tree," you and Pods answer at the same time. "But I am kind of like a dream of Molly Carpenter who learned myself to dream and thus stepped into being. I am the Pursuer of Dutiful Scholarship, there's three more alike to me actualized, there could be more but never more than four abroad."
"You know most stories about making magical twins don't turn out that well..."
"Horror movies," you point out reasonably enough. Walking side by side with yourself is odd, but most people are just going to assume that your sisters, twins even for the more observant. "They're not really meant to work out well."
"Most directors aren't magicians either," Rosie says after a moment, taking all if not in stride than close to it. "All magic has to have a price, but it doesn't have to be a bad one. For people without magic though the more
odd something is... the more the price has to be something you're not meant to pay. Something you shouldn't want to want. Huh... that sounds like a cool song title."
"Add it to the pile," all three of you say instantly. Back in the summer before eight grade you and Rosie and... some other people you'd rather not think about right now had the idea of starting a band, but you had never gotten past the point of coming up with song titles, along with one or two verses at most, pilling up in all kinds of notebooks. By the end of that summer it had turned into something of a running joke, one that's still kind of running to this day.
"So what can you do?" Rosie turns to Pods curiously.
"Well, not everything she can do that's for sure... but."
[] Write in Builds and Names for your Splintered Gale Incarnation
- Pursuer of Diligent Scholarship's name is already set
- At least four builds are required, though you can make more if you so wish
- Powers and Merits should be connected to the nature given (ex: a scholarly incarnation would use gifts that key off KNOWLEDGES; one meant for leadership would have more merits used in social situations etc...)
- Merit points can be used to buy down Flaws (Nightmares; Vengeful and Touch of Frost)
- Other than True Faith no Merit may go above 6 Dots
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