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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 5:42:48 GMT
Remembering humans kept hygiene without grooming themselves, Fawn focused on actually getting dressed. This had been the- actually she lost count. This had been a few weeks' work of changing clothes. Today, she went with a simple jean and t-shirt that was hidden by a green hoodie. The green hoodie reminded her of her brother so much that she couldn't help but where it. So now, you could find her on the couch, wondering why Lark and Dean couldn't get along. Sure Lark was annoying, but didn't Dean have any patience? Probably not, she realized. He needs some though.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 20:13:54 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam pulled up Google, searching a basic search for movie theaters. He scrolled through the options, first trying to find one near them. Maybe they could walk there, if it was close enough. If not they could always drive there. The Hunter clicked on the fourth link, which had caught his attention, and started reading what it was, where it was, and what movies were playing that night.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 20:24:09 GMT
Fawn decided to test something. 'So, can ya hear me?' She tried speaking via telepathy to Sam. She wondered if she still had the ability. Which she was pretty sure she did. If her invisibility and crooked jaw transferred over, she was pretty sure her telepathy and telekinesis did too. After all, that was what made Fawn, Fawn. Her personality and the way she used her powers.
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Post by Timur on Jul 15, 2016 0:35:17 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam had gotten to the list of movies when a voice sounded in his head. At first he flipped out, a jolt of fear surging through him, seeing as voices in your head weren't ever good, but then he realized it was Fawnpelt's voice. But couldn't high level baddies mimic voices? In Greek mythology cyclops could, and he was pretty sure a type of angel could as well. who is this? Sam thought back, careful not to say a name or have it as a yes or no question. Then again if it was already speaking to him in his head couldn't it look through his memories? Rather safe than sorry.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 15, 2016 0:41:01 GMT
Fawn smiled. 'Chill. It's Fawn, trust me. I was making sure I still had the power.' She told him, laughing to herself at the slight panic. She sighed, content. Oh this was nice. Talking without talking. It still took high levels of concentration, but it didn't really matter to her. She was talking to Sam. She was tired? That wouldn't be a problem.
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Post by Timur on Jul 15, 2016 0:56:07 GMT
Sam Winchester Still wary of the voice, Sam decided to trust it for now and made a mental note to ask Fawnpely about it later, just to be safe. So she had the power in he'd old world huh? Was it like a normal thing? ...ok Sam thought towards her, having learned the lesson to be absolutely 1000 and 10 percent sure to trust something before doing so.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 15, 2016 1:19:55 GMT
'Find any good movies?' Fawn asked, her role player's muse slowly dying. Just kidding, this was filling. It made the post seem much longer than it really was. Sure, it was cheating, but Fawn's roleplayer didn't care. She did this all the time when there was nothing to talk about. Wondering off to a different subject, like filling. It was quite an amazing little tool to have at hand. Oops. She went of track again.
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Post by Timur on Jul 15, 2016 1:26:29 GMT
Sam Winchester youll find out soon enough Sam thought back, a little bit of a flirt on his tone of voice of his head. The whole filling thing was a good trick to have, it made posts a lot longer and better to read. Maybe Sam's roleplayer was good at it, maybe not. Maybe it was cheating, but opps. Here we go again with the fourth wall filling.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 15, 2016 1:32:35 GMT
Okay okay. He was playing the flirt game. Lucky for Fawn, she was half an expert on that. Hanging around Ghostlight did have its pros and cons. She smiled deviously. 'Lovely. Better not be something scary. I'm easily... startled.' Flirtatious comments were one of Fawn's easiest games. She loved playing with them, still being young. Yet last time she did this she ended up with kits who later died but eh. She was young. And stupid.
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Post by Timur on Jul 15, 2016 1:42:54 GMT
Sam Winchester Of course Sam couldn't see the smile, not unless she was in the room with him or she sent him an image, which quite frankly would startle or even scare him. It would depend on how he read the image. dont worry Fambi, you'll love it Sam thought back, making the nickname canon. If kits came out of a little flirt this time something would be seriously wrong, but anything like that was unlikely. They seemed to go together like hunters and salt, and he loved it.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 15, 2016 1:49:41 GMT
Fambi? Nice nickname, considering she never really had a nickname. 'I'm sure I will.' Her voice sounded laid back as she continued to wonder. Yes, if kits came out of comments, there would be a very serious problem. No, she was thinking back to the time she had tried to flirt her way out of a fight only be... yeah. A few days later she discovered, guess what? Pregnancy. She shivered before playing with her hair.
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Post by Timur on Jul 15, 2016 2:20:08 GMT
Sam Winchester Whelp Sam didn't know about trying to get out of a fight and yeah. In that way Fawn wasn't a virgin(as I literally just realized lol), but Sam wasn't either, and Dean certainly wasn't. I love you Sam thought to her. If it wasn't Fawnpelt, he could tell her later, but it was becoming more and more believable that it really was his Fambi, but Sam was still trying to be cautious. It would be weird if he just told an angel or a monster he loved them, but if it was a monster or something they would know it wasn't true. It was complicated, but yeah.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 15, 2016 2:25:45 GMT
//you seriously just realized that
Fawnpelt was shocked by the affection and she buried into the green hoodie, blushing. She hadn't had someone say that to her... ever. Unless a drunk Bob counted. But she highly doubted it did. 'I Love you too.' She had said that only once. And that was to her kits. They were dead now. Fear clutched at the fem and she buried ever deeper in the hoodue, becoming the hoodie. She shivered, shaking images free of her mind as she did so. This affection terrified her.
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