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4/28/2020 3:57:11 PM
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A beaming red eye opens in the darkness behind you, and a wicked voice creeps out of the shadows.
[i]”Well, well, well, if it isn’t little old Blaze. I remember you jumping into that flower with Mirabelle. I’m surprised you didn’t die down there.”[/i]
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“Huh? Whoever the hell you are, I am going to have to ask you to get out from behind the bar.”
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Sharp, jagged teeth shot up all along the top of the bar counter, and shadowy hands began to droop down from the ceiling. [i]”I’m afraid ‘getting out from behind the bar’ isn’t an option. I’m everywhere...”[/i]
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Blaze sighs. “Fine then. Do you want a drink or some food?”
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[i]“Offering alcohol to minors?”[/i] The voice asked. The eye behind you snaps shut, the teeth in the counter disappear without a trace, and the hands vanish. The ground on the other side of the counter writhes, and squirms; twisting and contorting in unnatural discomforting ways, until the movements coalesce into the form of a 14 year old girl in a black dress, her hair and skin pale, and her eyes red. “You could get in a lot of trouble for that, you know.” She says.
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“Ok. I mean, I do have nonalcoholic drinks... wait who are you?!”
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The girl pulled herself up onto one of the stools, which then began to change shape, raising itself a little higher, and becoming distinctly gothic in design. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She said once she was properly sitting down. “I guess I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Iris. If you’ve heard of me from anywhere, it’d be my mom; founder and president of the Glyph Corporation. Glyph Co.’s not very big around here, though, so I’m not surprised if you haven’t.”
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“Nope, never heard of her or you. And how did you change my chair?”
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She laughed. “That’s the thing that shocked you? Not the eyes, or the teeth, or the hands? Well, whatever. My powers let me shapeshift—both myself, and anything around me.”
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“I mean, it did all kinda throw me off. So do you want anything, or did you come here to chew my ear off talking.”
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“Well, we came here looking for Mirabelle, but as it tuned out she’s skipped town. So, Kitty and Angel are out there trying to pick up her trail, while Kim and I are stuck lazing about the city just in case she shows up again. It’s just as boring as it sounds. So I thought, ‘Why not talk with the locals?’.” A shadowy hand rises up from the ground, and wraps around you like a snake. On its palm was a large mouth, which leaned in next to your ear, and said, “And you look like you’ve seen enough freaks in your time not to run and scream at the sight of me.”
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“Huh.... ok... let go now. I don’t really care what you look like as long as your not crushing me, so, any other heart wrenching secrets you need to tell me?”
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The hand coiled back into the ground, and some more of her hands prepped her a glass of water, and placed it on the counter. “I could tell you a lot of secrets. Most of them will end up with you getting a sniper’s bullet lodged in your head for knowing too much. But, I do have a question, if you don’t mind. Homunculi. Know any?”
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“Nah, but lemme guess, you’re one.”
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Iris slowly picked up her water, and took a long, slow sip. You could see by the way her hands were shaking, though, that she was fighting every urge she had to crush the glass in her palm. But if that was the case, you couldn’t read it in her tone, or in her face, both of which were perfectly calm as she said plainly; “No.” She was silent for a moment, before speaking again. “But can you imagine it? To have a living, breathing human being, indistinguishable from everyone around them.. And to have created that person from scratch..” She turned to you again, her eyes filled with a haunting determination. “What do you think you would need for something like that? What do you think it [i]really[/i] means.. To be human?”
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“What, besides the 15 other trace elements? Probably the soul. That’s what I would assume.”
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“You make it sound simple. Easy enough to make a body and shove a soul in there, right?”
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“Nope. Gotta find a way to catch a soul, unless you want your brother almost dead.”
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“You’re speaking of the soul as though it’s an easily identified physical thing. So, what defines a soul? And how would you expect to keep one intact?
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“Oh, what’s the point of this!? I don’t sell souls, so what are you getting at?!”
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“And I’m not in the market.” She took another drink of her water. “It’s all hypothetical, of course.”
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“Anything else you’re heart is aching to tell me, shadow lady?”
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“I’m not a ‘shadow lady’.” She let out an annoyed sigh. “And I guess if you’re not interested in talking philosophy..” “Iris? That’s not really you is it?” A man in a white suit asked, walking inside. “What are you doing in a place like this?” “Oh, hello, Kim.” Iris said with a smile on her face. “I guess we got separated. I came across this kind man, who offered to help look for you.” “You don’t honestly expect me to believe [i]you[/i] of all people got lost.” He turns to you. “Sorry id she caused you any trouble. She’s pretty good at slipping away when you’re not looking.. And when you are.”
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“It’s fine. She started talking philosophy, though, and I don’t like sleeping while manning the bar.”
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Iris gives you a nasty glance, and you swear that for a split second it almost felt like there was a blade at your neck. The sensation vanishes, though, as Kim ruffles her hair. “Well, aren’t you just a little philosopher?” He says. “Ugh, my hair.. We were talking about what it means to be human.” “Oh..” Kim’s smile disappears.
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Edited by Nightmare Tune: 4/29/2020 12:52:37 AM“Whoa, what was that ‘oh’? I don’t like that ‘oh’.” Blaze says somewhat panicked.
