Emma had skipped class yesterday, preferring instead to cocoon herself in a pile of blankets and try to sleep-off her
powers hangover. She didn't need to give herself a worse migraine by listening to Professor Dèmon prattle on, no matter how entertaining and well-intentioned he was.
She was feeling a bit better today, however, and was bored
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Beka was sitting on top of the bed, her diary open in her lap. Instead of going out for a run, she decided it'd be best to write up the past events.
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"And normally, when I'm not even trying, I can hear this much at any given time," she continued, drawing a circle around what would be a dorm-sized area. "One person, if I know them, I can find anywhere on the island, that's easy. Your minds are like little stars in my mind, and you're all different. "But if I'm trying to keep track of groups, or individuals, if I'm trying, I can cover this much; the school, the dorms, and part-way towards town, or into the woods."
"But the me in the Other-Fandom, the Vampire World, she could do more at once, which means I can too. So I've been practicing," Emma said. "I can do more, now. I did more. I could hear almost everyone, perfectly, for a moment, and it was like... a symphony. But too many of them were hallucinating, and I'd been working for hours, so..." She tipped the pillow ( ... )
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"You were there. I think. Or I was there with you." Emma made a face and rubbed at her nose. "They need to invent a new vocabulary and syntax for dealing with the astral plane."
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