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Baetool and Scout part 2
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ᎻꮖꮐꮋᏞꭺꭰꭹ
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Aug 17, 2016 07:41AM
She kissed him back shyly with a small smile.
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He handed her one and grabbed a soda for himself.
She popped the cap off and took a sip.
He sat back and stared over the city again, having lost interest in the movie.
She took another swig of her beer then put it aside. She looked at him.
He looked down at her again and smiled, wrapping a strand of her hair around his finger and letting it go. Then he did it to another strand.
She smiled shyly, watching him. She suddenly looked much younger.
"Tell me about you," he said, staring at his finger tangling in her hair.
"What do you want to know?" She asked,
"Well told you about the town shunning me and how I grew up in a brothel of sorts." She tapped her chin. "Oh! You don't know how I got to America, do you?"
"I thought you were raised here," he smiled. "But sure, go ahead."
"I told you this already," she laughed. "Anyways, like I said, I love as a nurse in the war for a few months but people started to become suspicious when all the soldiers who were seconds from death were getting up and walking out."
"So like last time I had to flea. I ran away and about three days later when I was an hour away from dying of starvation, a circus travelling by picked me up." She said.
"I told them what I could do, and they didn't question it. I was added to the team." She said. "We ended up travelling to America when the circus became popular enough, thanks to me." She shrugged. "I was a huge hit. Not only did I 'pretend' to raise the dead, I also could contort my body and stuff, as you know."
"Is it the same group as now?" He wondered. "Or you moved?"
"I moved." She told him. This is was in late forties. I had to leave so no one would question me about how young I still looked after I stopped aging."
"Makes sense," he nodded with a chuckle.
"I ended up here and formed my own group." She smiled.
"It's how I got here and met if you think about it." She smiled.
She nodded. "Of course I dabbled in drugs and stuff to come with my insanity."
He pursed his lips. "Can you tell me about your family?" He asked softly.
"My mother was lovely." She smiled, thinking to herself for a moment. "I looked so much like her growing up. I'm sure I would now it I wouldn't keep dying my hair." She giggled. "But yeah. She was the best kind of mother a mother could be."
"Whats your real hair colour?" He asked, still playing with her hair.
"Blonde." She grinned. "Like platinum blonde."
"I haven't been blonde in years." She said
He smiled softly, "is it cause you didn't like your hair or because you just like different colours."
"Different colours." She said. "Plus, I like changing up my appearance in some way since I'm stuck like this."
She shook her head. "I haven't yet. But I'm sure if I was shot in the head or heart I would."
"So you don't know much about necromancers?" He asked.
"I do," she said. "Only from my own experiences though. Plus books. I've only met one other necromancer." She told him.
"Tell me about your family." She said.
"Or anyone." She shrugged. "Whatever you're comfortable with."
"Well, you know most of it. My parents kicked me out of the house because they thought I was up to no good and my aunt and uncle picked me off the streets when Katy was really young," he said thoughtfully. "Even before Milly was born. I ran into my moms sister at some point in the city and she said everyone thought I was gone or wasting away or something." He said, "my parents refused to accept me back so my aunt did." He explained, "like I said, I'm crazy, no one wants someone crazy."
