Each man is the architect of his own fate. [Arrival - OTA]

[circuit_forged]

Tires crunched on gravel as a red-and-white Ford pickup rolled to a stop in the driveway of Fortes, engine purring. After a pause the purr cut off and the driver's-side door swung open. The young man who climbed out was tall and broad-shouldered, his long black hair held back by a red bandanna. He surveyed the house before him with a coolly

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Time to WTF Al more XD

[youngersummers]

Al was about to head out the door to head into town to get some things. That stopped when he saw another 'ghost' walking up to the door. There was the same faint limp in his step, and the heavier footfall.

"Forge..." He wasn't even sure he had said it, though the smile on his face wasn't mistakable. He could always make the store run later.

Poor Al did nothing to deserve this XD

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The young man paused abruptly in his tracks, eying the stranger before him with an expression that wavered between mild surprise and confusion -- he hadn't told anyone at this house that he was coming. "Uh . . . yeeaaah?"

Yeah but XD so cute.

[youngersummers]

Well okay he's not misplaced like me and Tabby are, so be nice Alex.

"Sorry, you just look a lot like someone I used to know. "Alex Summers," He held out his hand to the other man smiling.

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Forge grinned and released his grip on the duffel slung over his shoulder, taking Alex's hand in a firm handshake. "Name's Fo --" He broke off, confused look returning.

"Wait, whoa. Hold up. I look a lot like someone named Forge that you used to know?" That was too much of a coincidence; if Naze had sent this guy to intercept him . . . "Dude, if the next thing out of your mouth has anything to do with the word 'destiny', I am out."

[youngersummers]

"Easy there. It's more along the lines of another life time. And you stick around I'll tell you about it." He grinned.

[circuit_forged]

Forge narrowed his eyes thoughtfully for a moment. The guy seemed all right, but this whole thing fell into the category of figuring-out-how-humans-tick, something he didn't count among his strongest skills. On the other hand, Alex Summers didn't seem at all like the type of person Naze would send to talk Forge out of his decision . . . maybe he was just a telepath. Or crazy. Or something.

"Okay, man, level with me. Did a guy named 'Naze' send you here?"

[youngersummers]

"No, though the guy I knew talked about him once. Could say I'm an alien, might be easier to understand."

[circuit_forged]

". . . An alien." Well that . . . okay actually that did nothing to clear any of this up. But if Naze had sent a messenger, that messenger would already have been going on about spiritual forces and destinies and how terrible Forge should feel for abandoning them -- and Alex didn't seem inclined to do that.

Whatever else was going on, Forge could roll with it until he figured it out. "Okay, man. Suit yourself."

[youngersummers]

"Yeah, you'll figure it out soon enough." Sometimes it was too easy to mess with him. He just hoped that Forge wouldn't hate him later for it. "Come on in."

[circuit_forged]

Forge grinned and shifted his duffel bag on his shoulder. The whole . . . mysteriously-knowing-his-name, claiming-to-be-an-alien thing aside, Alex doesn't seem like a bad guy. "Thanks, man."