"I really don't see the point in this..." Zeke complained, slightly, disgruntled as he walked beside Alex through the back of the town that partially cloudy afternoon. Hands in his pockets, keeping a feel out for anything unwelcomed. Meanwhile the redhead watched for the building they'd gotten the description of, trying to pay a close eye to the disheveled old houses littering their path. "All we're gonna get pandering bullshit. Psychics are frauds." He rolled his eyes at the thought, words very predictable for the ginger to finish in his own head. And yeah, that was a little annoying. He loved Zeke like a brother, but his complaining about the otherworldly workers like that, the iffy ones, was a little frustrating. Especially with the situation they were in right now.
They were finally going to see Bridgette's grandmother, the supposed psychic. And after a lot of back and forth teasing of Alex with her little group of mean kids when he sought her out for more details, that lead to him basically begging her for some more info meanwhile Zeke wanted to knock the shit out of her, they got the description and street name. They tried calling the number before that, but the number was disconnected. Making this a fighter feeling situation than simply having to go off of magic and connection to locate the lost friend somehow. Truth be told Alex wanted to bite out these feelings to his traveling companion, "It'll make me feel better to at least see if it's a real thing." but instead he expressed his feelings with leveling honestly. Already having seen what acting out of stress had done to them.
He wanted to check all leads they could get, whether or not Bridgette's grandmother was actually gifted with future sight was a different topic entirely. Plus, you never knew. "So please keep your mouth shut this time." The redhead sighed with something of exhaustion in memory of the last time they'd seen a fortune teller, that time just for fun at a fair going on in town. His demeanor did give the other boy a little bit of grief, but it didn't stop him from smirking and trying to play the recount off. "You say that like all I do is comment." Preferring to pretend Alex didn't have a valid point for the sake of keeping the mood light, and his own pride. "Well if the shoe fits." Alex mumbled flatly. Zeke was not quiet if it came to something he had no faith in. Which brought up the next point to address. "You really didn't have to come along y'know." The ginger reminded with a slightly unsure tone, looking over at his traveling companion with honest eyes for a moment. He felt himself capable of handling at least this much, especially considering they were both part of the team to find Nara. "You could've gone to training while I did this."
Except Zeke really didn't feel comfortable doing so. True, Paradise Falls wasn't exactly the crime capital, it was a sunny serene mashup of safe homely ideas. Neighborly, strong community, a beach not far from the cul-de-sac of houses and pretty much everyone worshipped Light. Even the back of town wasn't necessarily a dangerous place. The houses were a little less lively, decrepit with cracks in the bricks that made them up and plants like moss growing from corners, shadowy ally ways that housed garbage cans and clothing lines with forgotten pieces of clothing hung up to dry. It was as far a cry from the idea that came to ones mind when thinking about the back side of a place. No garbage or graffiti, no leftovers from drugs or back-ally sex, no shifty people, and the sun was visible when it was out. No feeling of danger, no sense that you'd be mugged at any moment. Which was something they were both thankful for, but it didn't ease Zeke's mind at all thinking about his friend going off alone to meet a stranger.
Perhaps heightened by the fact of Nara's disappearance, the idea made the guild member feel sick. His gut twisted into a knot and he chewed the inside of his cheek. He couldn't run the risk of not being there for another of his friends, not being there to stop something from happening. That idea, made his heart hurt to picture. Sure, he was only one guy, a teenager without a Segil yet at that, but surely him being there was worth something... He just didn't want to loose anymore else. And that kind of anxiety wasn't something that simple facts about their surroundings could chase away.
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Shattered Legacies: Book 1, Holo Change
General FictionAnna splashed the warm water on her face, running her hands over her wet skin in attempts to set herself straight. "It was just a thought" she told herself, just an odd thought. Why get do rattled? It was exactly like Dr Jefferson had said: it was l...
