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solarhippie) wrote2019-01-16 07:05 pm
solarhippie) wrote2019-01-16 07:05 pm
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Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday
This week, there were no major technical difficulties happening in the guidance counselor's office, and for that, Karolina was thankful.
There were, a however, a lot of apples on her desk. Like a lot. A lot a lot. It was kind of a pyramid of apples, right on her desk, and she was worried about whether touching it would lead to all the apples rolling off onto the floor and into different directions.
"And these aren't even in season," she said incredulously, to no one in particular. As if that was a thing that had ever swayed Fandom before.
[ooc: Open office!]
There were, a however, a lot of apples on her desk. Like a lot. A lot a lot. It was kind of a pyramid of apples, right on her desk, and she was worried about whether touching it would lead to all the apples rolling off onto the floor and into different directions.
"And these aren't even in season," she said incredulously, to no one in particular. As if that was a thing that had ever swayed Fandom before.
[ooc: Open office!]
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She'd thought about that kind of thing a lot during her studies, okay. What it meant that she'd spent so long living as a regular Earth-born human before the truth had come out.
"I, uh, I can manipulate energy into shields and beams. And I can fly. But, no apples. Or any other kind of manifesting things from thin air, either." Her head tilted a little, thoughtful. "So I probably wouldn't call it magic."
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“You can fly? That’s hot,” she said, so quickly it was clearly reflex. “Usually in my world when people can do that kind of thing it usually is because of magic. Unless it’s a racial thing — uh, that doesn’t always mean the same thing it does here, but as far as I know I’ve only heard of these bird-people who can. I still forget that this world is mostly just used to all humans all the time, you know? Like, outside of here, I mean. And see, now I kinda want to watch you fly sometime, but did you not know for a while? That you weren’t actually human?”
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She made a face, the way you sometimes did when something sucked but on the other hand, what could you do?
"It was a lot."
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“Yeah, that’s, uh. I kind of don’t even have a frame of reference to figure out how you’d process all that,” she admitted. Finding out about some of the shady crap her father had gotten up to hadn’t exactly been fun either, but that wasn’t even on the same level. “I mean, wow.”
She rubbed a hand over the back of her head and asked, in a slightly raspier voice than usual, “How did you even handle all of that?”
And not come out of it all angry and bitter, was what she meant, but that part could remain unsaid for now.
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She was wlling to be open about these things, but not so much so as to go into the whole messy self-loathing issue she'd had for a couple of years, there.
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It was probably best not to go there; she had her own fun self-loathing issues to contend with, after all, and some things were a little uncomfortably close to home.
"I mean, looks like you made it work pretty well for you. And now you're paying it forward here? That's . . . kind of amazing."
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She had been, anyway. Same with her friends.
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She grinned slowly. "So you're saying you would probably have been bored all day if I didn't come by?"
Not the point, Beau.
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She could joke! Sometimes!
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