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http://pastebin.com/UuVeJFighttp://pastebin.com/98mpGLrhhttp://pastebin.com/PmF43Sr1http://pastebin.com/JYrcDPPkYou are John James Green, mutant vagrant.
“You’re sure? You’re sure it only works like… like that?”
You’re facing a wall. Behind you, a pink-skinned girl with the physique and the demeanor of a fantasy pixie thing is tugging on a pair of jeans. You can’t help but feel your blood quicken slightly – you can’t see Megan, but you don’t really need to. Your nose, your ears, even the way the cool air of the downed apartments plays at your skin; all of them come together into a pretty comprehensive picture of your surroundings.
“As far as I know.” You say. “Believe me, it’d tell you if I could just lay on hands.”
“Lay on what?”
Y’know, like… like one of those faith healer types.” Quacks, you add, inwardly.
“Oh.” She laughs nervously. “We don’t have many of those sorts back home. Um, you can turn around now.”
You shuffle about awkwardly.
Looks like she’s tidied her mattress up a bit too. There’s a small pile of old clothes that she’s attempted to shove behind it, out of sight.
“How’d you know to come, anyway?”
“Laura asked me to.” You pause, and add: “I heard you helped me out. Thought I should return the favor.”
Megan blinks in surprise, her wings perking up slightly (the damaged one sort of flops about a bit).
“She did?” The color of her skin makes it hard to see, but you can smell the blood rising to her cheeks. Jeez. “That’s super cool of her…”
There is a moment of awkward, almost standoffish silence, before she speaks up once more:
“So, it, uh, it has to be blood?”
>Present Time: 15:12 PM>Current Funds: $780>Hunger Level: 3>Solar Charge: 3/5>[ ] Yes. But just a little, probably.>[ ] It’s the only way it works.>[ ] Yeah, but [make small talk first]. >[ ] Write in. 