How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You're Not Anywhere at All?

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[A series of posts go up as time goes by. Because we're limited to one per character every 24 hours OOCly, however, just assume that each set of line breaks is a new one put up throughout the day.]

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[7:15 AM - PRIVATE - APHRODITE]
I should have asked you for help earlier than I did. Thank you.

[7:15 AM - PRIVATE - QUATRE]
Be careful in the garage. Some boxes seem unstable. One fell over. There's nothing in it, though. I'll come re-arrange them after work. Should be out by four.
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[9 AM - PRIVATE - BAKURA]
Where are you?
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[11 AM - PRIVATE - SQUALL]
I have a proposal to make.
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[11:30 AM - PRIVATE - QUATRE]
Nothing unusual to report. Coming home early from work.
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[12:00 PM - PUBLIC]
There will be a show in Astoria Park in thirty minutes. Attendance is free.
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[1:45 PM - PRIVATE - QUATRE]
Busy all day. Will be late coming back.
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[2:40 PM - PRIVATE - TERRA]
I need to speak with you.
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[3:30 PM - PUBLIC]
It was difficult choosing a new path for this life in the City. But I believe I have finally discovered the right one.



[[Zevran, Selina, Jaime -- he'll run into you three in the open log to be put up later.]]

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As soon as you can get here. I'll be waiting.

SEGUE TO ACTION;

[diesarock]

[Terra why are you not noticing how ominous this is? Anyway... abusing the power of warp gets her there in about twenty minutes. She comes in an ordinary sundress for the warm weather; waist shawls, but no gloves, and certainly no swords or guns.]

[Looking around:] Trowa...?

and action it is

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[diesarock]

[This is the problem: life isn't an action movie. Trowa is not inexperienced with weapons. Terra does not have a danger radar, or a spider sense, or Matrix-style bullet time. So when he shoots? He connects. Oh, how he connects. Really, the only point in Terra's favor is that he didn't simply go for a sniper rifle and blow her head off immediately.

She feels probably five of them ripping into her back -- tearing muscle, chipping and cracking bone, shredding through tissue like, well, tissues -- before she registers the sound of gunfire. It tears through the fabric of her pale-colored dress and blossoms red at the punctures. Quick-blooming roses in the embroidery.

It takes a few bullets more for her brain to catch up that she's being attacked.

Her hands are quick to heat up as her feet finally start moving, turning and running to both see her attacker and escape it. When her fingers and palms are scalding hot and white with power, she spits a thin, weak little mix of bile and blood, and almost chokes on cure two. The colorless light is almost washed out by the daytime sun. The next word should be another spell -- safe, or maybe vanish, or warp -- but she's too stunned by recognition.]

Trowa?! What are you-- Stop!!

[Plea and command both, the light around her seems grayed out at first before materializing into a giant, intangible red clock. Oh. Time magic.

Hey Trowa. What's your evade stat look like?]

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[diesarock]

[She'd sigh in relief if she were breathing easily, but it comes out as a hard cough of spittle and blood against her held-up wrist. Sure, cure killed the bleeding and most of the damage, but it takes more than a few seconds to recover from your back being more perforated than a grating board. Her heart's racing, thoughts spiraling through options while Trowa hangs, half-man, half-beast in the air.

One, Trowa is trying to kill her. Two, he asked her to come here. Probably specifically to kill her. Three, she doesn't know if he knows anything about her other half. Leading to four, whatever his reason is, her running away now isn't going to solve it.

Five: Zelgadis is going to be furious when she gets back.

Letting Trowa run away from this, that's not going to help either. Who knows, maybe he's like Keith. Seeking her out before killing innocent people, hoping to kill her first -- or hoping she'd kill him. How can she know?

It's been a long time since she's had to fight a human, but black magic is just as easy to call up as white. It crackles like electricity around her hands, that building of power, playing undercurrent to her voice.]

You coward! If you want to hurt me, then fight me!

[Stop should fade soon, for how long she stood there thinking, but she's not going to let him keep the advantage he was reaching for. From another franchise or a different console the spell would have been called gravity, or something like it, but it sounds a little more threatening when her low, bloodlined voice calls out quarter.

A great, heavy black sphere rolls into life with a low drone, reaching up for Trowa in the air. It's the crush of too much force, like muscles might break bone, like skin might tighten and burst, like the throbbing pulse of blood thickening and pushing against the brain. It's cruel, for it never kills or leaves wound, but the hurt is all the same.

Well, that and, being gravity, drags that mid-air form to crash hard against the ground. When the binding fades, Terra will remain standing right where she was, tight-muscled and furious and betrayed, standing in the drying splatter of her own blood.]