To Call the Crimson Wind
1st of February 2007 A.D.
The sound of several pair of Carpenter feet echoing above mix with loud hum of the coffee maker and hope who hadn't quite learned Rule Zero of arguing with Mom, 'don't try to drag other people into it': "But I don't wanna go to the stupid 'zeum! I can see all the old stuff on the computer, right Leech?"
"I'min-a-hurryByeMom!" Leech answers, garbing a piece of unbuttered toast and munching on to it with all the urgency of one of those Late Cretaceous squirrel guys eating in the shadow of the dinosaurs.
Alas for her, that is the moment when Harry rushes into the room holding a magic marker aloft as a mark of triumph. "Found your pen Danny! It still works good!"
As your littlest brother runs headlong as your oldest, marker uncovered still all that that's going though your mind is cheesy seventies horror music, the kind that announces the monster. Obviously struck by the same premonition Mom charges into the living room, giving Alicia just enough time to duck outside, only to realize it had started to pour on cold rain as only a Midwestern Winter could, making you wish for the sweet embrace of snow.
"Molly can you drop me off today?"
"Daniel can take you," you volunteer someone else for a change "Lydia's going to pick him up and it isn't that far from..."
"Actually Molly, Lydia's busy with... spooky stuff. I was wondering if you could drive me too, just for today though..." Alas before you can come up with an answer to that Clippy starts to ring. Looking down at the screen you wish this was just her taking initiative and giving you a bit of a sneaky breather, but no, it's a real call. Isabela inviting you to a 'Presidents' Day Party'.
What's the plotting....?
*RING*
It's Carlos, he's going to be in town on White Council business and he wants to hang out. What's that date? The seventh? Is that a weekday or weekend, can you even
"Molly! Molly! I head that museums are bad since they take stuff from the des-ce-nds of people who are 'sposed to have them!"
"Hope!" you say firmly, but without raising you voice. "You are a big girl now, you are not going to get lost in a museum like when you were little, I promise." To be honest it is hard to imagine any teacher ever losing sight of Hope again after Mom's reaction to the last time. "And if you feel even a little bit lost just call me and I can locate you to within five feet, 'kay?"
You head to the bathroom, hoping for a moment's sanctuary. Click, the door closes and for a moment you lean on it, letting the cool surface hold you up. Nowhere near cold enough to empower you but still comfortable. Family, friends and school, politics, investigations, mysteries and monsters. Sometimes you just feel like... screaming
Lost 5 Essence -> Now at 10/15
For a moment the
Scream feels like flaying yourself apart, molecule by molecule, endless agony... except it doesn't hurt, how could it after all, it is just a body.. I'm not just here in this time and place, I'm not just me and I've more names than just four or even five. So you come at last face to face...
With yourself.
"Whoa, that's weird!" you and your doppelganger formed from the crimson mist of essence and will say at once. like looking in a mirror, the shape of your face, the arc of your brow, instinctively you reach out to the best sight you have. She-that-is-you does likewise, but comes up empty.But on that face you see a look of confusion, a moment later replaced by understanding.
"Breathe me back in!" she calls.
"Are you... huh I guess we are." It is not telepathy, not any kind of communication, more of a deeper understanding that contains all and more. As you breathe in you feel her-that-is-you at the back of a mental shelf, a book with barely a few lines written, but nontheless a book distinct. I fits in the shelf just as you do. Not clones, not twins, but iterations, avatars of what may yet be. In those wind-scoured depths where the silence screams crimson eternal what may yet be already is.
Again you
scream, the same instance incarnates. "You are going to need a name."
"I have a name, yours," she replied raising her eyebrows comically.
"Could you sound any more like a horror monster?" you roll your eyes.
"I don't know, are we?" comes the reply, a little slower than you might have given it, maybe just a little more thoughtful. "Mikaboshi would probably agree with that designation."
"True but he's an ass so he doesn't count," you counter.
"The grammatical structure of the English language breaks down when describing we-as-all." She giggles, knowing what you are about to say.
Just to be polite you say it just the same: "That's not being a monster, it's a quirk."
"A quantum quirk!" Neither of you can stop laughing at the implications of the inner life externalized.
"Molly! Are you in there? What's happening?" Mom's voice, half worried, half frustrated comes though the door.
[] [Splintered Gale Incarnation] As canon
[] [Splintered Gale Incarnation] Write in and link custom version of the charm
How do you explain yourself to your parents?
[] [Explanation] Try to be as precise as you can, even if it means you have to give them the Language
[] [Explanation] Just the broad details, you are two or more now
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OOC: The reason I need this now is that if you take a custom charm the explanation might be different in the details. 
