If You Build It, She Will Come (Thirteen)

[Omen]

Breathe.

Walk straight and keep the music loud.

Eyes down and feet moving one at a time.

Don't bump into anyone! Keep to yourself and stay away from the crowded spots.

Left foot, right foot.

Turn the music up louder and listen to the keening violin of Mozart's Requiem.

Let it take over your mind and drown out the voices.

Whatever you do, don't focus on the VOICES!

A dark skinned girl wrapped in a large purple skirt and an over-sized coat slipped into the building with unnoticeable silence. Nobody's gaze lingered on her slight frame, no one would take account of a small mass of clothes slipping into the blackness of a well air-conditioned foyer. She was just going to sit here for awhile, she only let herself out in short bursts to minimize her exposure to other people. Omen wouldn't even be out here in the first place unless she direly needed a place to sleep.

It was rough, not being able to touch or talk to anyone. Especially when she needed the services of another. White teeth bit down on the pinkness of her lips. Omen needed shelter, it's not like she could set up a mud hut in the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge! So here she sat, knees drawn together and her white head balanced ever so carefully on the knees. She had to struggle to remain an aura of happiness or else every middle aged "Do-gooder" would be out to buy her food or "pray" for her.

Omen just dearly wanted to be left alone!


Coal fingers fiddled with the pack strap that slanted from should to hip, she would only wait a few minutes before going back out into the "Danger Zone." Be-sandeled feet tapped a nervous tattoo against the tile floors as she counted down the seconds until she would insert herself into a panic stricken mess.

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Omen pulled her large purple sun hat over her face, switched the song to a John Williams piece and stood.


Just remember, she told herself, breathe.

[Aternity]

Just keep walking...just keep walking...no one is around...right? She tapped her foot a couple times. Nope, no one around. Good, this was good! That meant no one would try to pick a fight with the little one, and it meant that she wouldn't have to deck anyone trying to...well. Yeah, let's not go there shall we? The most eventful thing of her day was coming right about...

*CRASH*

Here.

Yeah, that was a rock through the window and into the hallway where she stood. That had become standard practice, what with the school board and everything around...you know, the practice known as subtle rioting. Sadly, it wasn't going to work. The board members they had sent to do work were far too dense to find that this school would likely be more than a match for them considering their stature and position of the political hierarchy.

Yep. For all purposes and circumstances...

They were all doomed.

And THEN the most unexpected thing happened.

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...


She ran into someone.

And whoever it was was about as tall as she was...small, and rather light. But how the hell did she manage that? Shouldn't her Qi have helped her avoid that? Damn. Her mind was traitorous today. How sad.

"Ehh...I'm sorry!"

[Omen]

She was breathing still.
That was good, she need oxygen.
It kept her alive.

She wanted to live.


It was only a passing bump, just a little shoulder to shoulder action but even that amount of contact sent her head spinning. Omen's body slumped over, her head on her knees and hands pressing against her temples as if to crush back the pain.

Memories burst through her mind like a torrent. Farms, chickens and more farms blazed through her mind, searing everything she was and replacing it with everything Aurora is. Hopes, dreams and goals. Bad times and good times...


And then the interesting times...


"Aurora Silivasi, or just Thirteen, and I was hoping I could find a friendly match with someone out here..."

Omen's mouth worked out the words with precision. The cadence and inflections were perfect mimics of Thirteen's, a perfect copycat of her chance meeting with Ryuu.






"Yeah. That figures. That REALLY figures. Nobody listen to the blind girl, these things won't cause riots. Oh sure!"



The part that was Omen gasped for breath. Her telepathic claws dug into the past that belonged to the black girl and tried to pull them back. Tried to regain her mind.

Slowly it returned.



Sudan, the plague, the attacks.....all things belonging to Omen and Omen alone. The good, the bad, and the awful but her's. Sweetly her own memories.

"Get. Away." She murmured, purely herself now and not altogether happy. Her brain was screaming and throbbing at the same time but she didn't run. Aurora's Past hadn't been too bad. Nothing crazy. No rape or murder. Omen shuddered.

She didn't need to flee the scene as soon as she could move.



It could have been so much worse.

[Aternity]

Oops.

And not just any oops at that, this was a mega epic 'wtf' kind of oops. When she ran into this girl, she expected the both of them to fall, and sure, at the very least, one of them did. She really didn't run into her that hard did she? So why was she practically flailing on the ground? Well, not flailing, but still.

"Uhh..."

And that's when it happened. Aurora suddenly figured out why she hadn't appeared, and only now could sense the poor girl. She was psychic, or could otherwise read minds. She was repeating the same words with Ryuu, and the same words with good old purple. That was pretty awesome...but a little creepy.

Aurora listened to her warning and backed off just a little, not exactly sure what to think about this situation. Did this girl have the same power Thirteen did? Or was she a true psychic? Either way...dealing with the pain was the first thing she could do.

"Uhm...is there something I can help you with?

[Omen]

Omen blinked. Her stomach was rolling oddly, as if she might vomit at anytime. The girl breathed through her nose at an attempt to calm her nausea. White eyes peered upwards to look at a gril she now knew everything about.

Thirteen.


Omen shivered. She strangely liked this girl. Now if she could just get her to be quiet and not touch her...that would work perfectly.


A realization snapped into Omen's mind.



Omen was a Seer.



Thirteen was Seer.




Could they possibly talk...with their minds?



The dark child looked intently at the blond girl in front of her. With all her might she focused on the entity that was Thirteen just to form one simply little thought.



Hello?

[Aternity]

Thirteen blinked several times to no avail. What in the deuce was going on? For once in her life, the idea of using her Qi to figure it all out escaped her. This could possibly qualify as the most awkward situation that the girl had been placed in, barring of course the antics of one Arkady Awren. There was no stopping him whatsoever. And then. It happened.

She heard a voice.

Not outside, but...

In her head?

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Cool!

Aurora kneeled next to Omen, not touching, not speaking, hell, not even looking really. Was that voice hers? That was certainly a fancy trick now wasn't it?

Wait, you're a telepath?[/color][/font]

[Omen]

Omen blinked, her blind eyes searching out Thirteen's equally slight-challenged orange orbs. She could hear her! The girl distinctly heard the blond's voice in her mind! And it didn't hurt...

It didn't hurt at all.

VERY cool.

This opened up so many options to the young blind girl.


=D



Omen grabbed Thirteen's wrist tightly, You can hear me!? You can honestly hear me?!


White hair whipped around Omen as she hungrily stared at Thirteen.

It didn't hurt.



And...I'm not telepathic..not exactly. My name is Omen.






It's nice to meet you Thirteen.

[Aternity]

Ooooo!

Cool!

Yes, this was certainly a new thing going for...well, probably the both of them. Telepathic communications was a whole new concept for Thirteen, although thinking about it now, maybe it wasn't such a far-fetched idea. They were both psychics...at least the one of them was. The other was simply faking it...as much as Thirteen hated to admit that.

I can hear you Omen, although I wish I knew how, it's good to meet you too!

Well huzzah. This was weird, but kind of awesome. Thirteen got to her feet, and hoping not to send Omen into another lapse, did not give her her own hand. Maybe it was time to walk and get to know her? Silly thread was silly. And far too generic.

[Omen]

Generic my ass.


Omen stumbled to her feet, her stomach still rolling slightly. She had found someone, someone whom she could talk too without sending herself into a monstrous attack. She shuddered but told herself it wasn't that bad.

And it really wasn't.



Go figure.




Maybe Omen wouldn't have to get that dog after all. Another person, thinking and breathing, could help her out even more than a four legged canine! Yay Omen!



Exploitation of human beings! In a good way!




She needed friends anyway.




=D




Thirteen, do you have somewhere we could go? Somewhere....less crowded?



She was getting sick of people staring at the silly panic attack having blind kid.




Epic spacing is epic?

[Aternity]

Is so generic!

((This fight is fun.))

But on the other side of things, Thirteen might have finally found someone...similar to her? As if that was possible. But again...maybe it so was. Omen was similar, a psychic, and maybe a little crazy to boot. That always was a boon, someone to deal with Thirteen's own antics. Yes, this was going to be fun. A lot of fun.

I live alone, if you want to come back for dinner, we could do that?

That would be the ticket, a good dinner, and someone to talk to that wouldn't rip her to shreds on sight. Perfect.

And peaceful none the less.