FotD 3.2
Rating: PG
Warning(s): --
Flavors: Flavor of the Day (switcheroo)
Extras/Toppings: --
Word count: 608
Project: From a Place Past Paradise
Notes: Quickwrite for fun to get my mind off of midterms.
“Try again,” Charlotte encouraged.
Autumn stared blankly at the blonde. This was the tenth time the two had met to teach Autumn how to teleport. And, this was the tenth time that the two had met for Autumn to try the ability and fail.
“Okay!” Charlotte clapped her hands together once. “This isn’t working, so let’s try something new. No use beating a dead horse.”
A nod.
“I’ve been trying to teach you to move yourself, and only yourself. I believe that’s where I went wrong. Sorry for that, Autumn. That’s just how I was taught way back when.” She shrugged slightly, dismissing her own half-hearted apology. “So, let’s try something smaller. It’ll work just as well for now as long as you don’t go around displacing the living…” Charlotte’s face scrunched with the unpleasant thought of the Council finding out that humans were being shifted around willy-nilly. Not good. “Just…Don’t do that.”
“Lottie. I’m not Vela.”
“Thank goodness for that, huh! There’s enough trouble with one of her!” Charlotte laughed and shook her head. “Try again though, the phasing. It might work this time. Shift with the”-She glanced around the room, searching for some small object-“statue over there. Think of being there, taking up the statue’s place, then just switch. Sound good?”
“I’m running out of time. Anything’s worth a try.”
“Good, good. When you’re ready then.”
Releasing a deep breath, Autumn focused on the statue, a few feet tall and sitting in the opposite corner of Lottie’s attic, then closed her eyes to concentrate.
Charlotte had once hinted that a reaper could die again; being a herald of death didn’t grant immunity, contrary to popular belief. She was certain that Cipher would find a way to kill her if she returned to him in the same weak, borderline-human state that he last saw her in. Or, maybe, she would die out on the field. Either way, the threat was very real if she didn’t learn at least this one technique.
Dying was not in Autumn’s nature. She had made it this far already, so close to finding out some sort of solution to her problem from Vela. It was unfair and cruel to become one of them. She refused to resign herself to being subjected to a painful death again. Baby steps. This was the first.
Autumn crouched down with eyes still closed, willing herself to shrink, envisioning herself as the size of the statue. In her mind, her vantage point came from the concrete sculpture’s view, looking back out to Lottie. She sat at the intersection of the two wooden walls with a chest resting to her right. She would be opposite of where she first stood. The statue would be at her location.
She waited and waited, hoping to feel a tingle or some sense of movement, something that would let her know she was successful. Yet, after five minutes passed, Autumn felt nothing, no magical power, no change in wind. Failure, again.
“Look, Lottie,” Autumn began, sighing. “Is this really essential to the job? Couldn’t I just get away with not being able to do this one thing?” Opening her eyes, she was met with the strange sight of a beaming blonde reaper bouncing in place on the other end of the room. Confusion marred Autumn’s features.
Charlotte barely restrained herself from running across the wooden floor to hug the redhead. “Red, it worked!” Unable to hold in her excitement any longer, the grown woman began jumping up and down. The planks creaked under her feet, whining from the rough treatment. “Oh Autumn, that!”-snap!-“That is the good ol’ switcheroo!”
Warning(s): --
Flavors: Flavor of the Day (switcheroo)
Extras/Toppings: --
Word count: 608
Project: From a Place Past Paradise
Notes: Quickwrite for fun to get my mind off of midterms.
“Try again,” Charlotte encouraged.
Autumn stared blankly at the blonde. This was the tenth time the two had met to teach Autumn how to teleport. And, this was the tenth time that the two had met for Autumn to try the ability and fail.
“Okay!” Charlotte clapped her hands together once. “This isn’t working, so let’s try something new. No use beating a dead horse.”
A nod.
“I’ve been trying to teach you to move yourself, and only yourself. I believe that’s where I went wrong. Sorry for that, Autumn. That’s just how I was taught way back when.” She shrugged slightly, dismissing her own half-hearted apology. “So, let’s try something smaller. It’ll work just as well for now as long as you don’t go around displacing the living…” Charlotte’s face scrunched with the unpleasant thought of the Council finding out that humans were being shifted around willy-nilly. Not good. “Just…Don’t do that.”
“Lottie. I’m not Vela.”
“Thank goodness for that, huh! There’s enough trouble with one of her!” Charlotte laughed and shook her head. “Try again though, the phasing. It might work this time. Shift with the”-She glanced around the room, searching for some small object-“statue over there. Think of being there, taking up the statue’s place, then just switch. Sound good?”
“I’m running out of time. Anything’s worth a try.”
“Good, good. When you’re ready then.”
Releasing a deep breath, Autumn focused on the statue, a few feet tall and sitting in the opposite corner of Lottie’s attic, then closed her eyes to concentrate.
Charlotte had once hinted that a reaper could die again; being a herald of death didn’t grant immunity, contrary to popular belief. She was certain that Cipher would find a way to kill her if she returned to him in the same weak, borderline-human state that he last saw her in. Or, maybe, she would die out on the field. Either way, the threat was very real if she didn’t learn at least this one technique.
Dying was not in Autumn’s nature. She had made it this far already, so close to finding out some sort of solution to her problem from Vela. It was unfair and cruel to become one of them. She refused to resign herself to being subjected to a painful death again. Baby steps. This was the first.
Autumn crouched down with eyes still closed, willing herself to shrink, envisioning herself as the size of the statue. In her mind, her vantage point came from the concrete sculpture’s view, looking back out to Lottie. She sat at the intersection of the two wooden walls with a chest resting to her right. She would be opposite of where she first stood. The statue would be at her location.
She waited and waited, hoping to feel a tingle or some sense of movement, something that would let her know she was successful. Yet, after five minutes passed, Autumn felt nothing, no magical power, no change in wind. Failure, again.
“Look, Lottie,” Autumn began, sighing. “Is this really essential to the job? Couldn’t I just get away with not being able to do this one thing?” Opening her eyes, she was met with the strange sight of a beaming blonde reaper bouncing in place on the other end of the room. Confusion marred Autumn’s features.
Charlotte barely restrained herself from running across the wooden floor to hug the redhead. “Red, it worked!” Unable to hold in her excitement any longer, the grown woman began jumping up and down. The planks creaked under her feet, whining from the rough treatment. “Oh Autumn, that!”-snap!-“That is the good ol’ switcheroo!”