"i tried, yes. but that isn't what killed me. when i found her, the killer was escaping out the window. i shot him, but he was wearing a stab vest so it had no effect. what killed me was the guilt & the 5 bottles of tequila i drank."
i laugh quietly. "you aren't from around here, are you? tequila is a highly potent liquor, used to make margaritas, yet another way to get very drunk, very fast."
"yes, only much more potent." i decide to change the subject. "either you died at a costume party & you're very dedicated to staying in character, or you're from the victorian era."
"Urgh the ex colony? well your obviously a good american as oscar wilde said bad americans go to amercia when they die." *she laughs "who is this...obanana?"
(Im playinga victorian so you know..hahaha not exactly liberal odd considering i have a soft spot for black guys all ill say is murr/)
"I see they have more power in your time?"
*waits paitently as you discuss, thanking the diety i belive to be waiting beyond the light that everyone sees at the end of their stay here that i can see people discussing things across time*
no, thats not your future. in the end, the changes in the liveing world dont affect us to much. but, for *said with a look in your direction with a little jealousy* some of us, it does. mind showing me your hand agin?
*takes the hand that the symbol had appeared on before and holds it by the wrist* you can do things most people cant. *i move your arm foward gently and a little light appears in front of it. i make your hand pass through, and you can see your hand on the other side. blurry and un-focused. in the real world*
it means you're incredably usefull to the people of this world, because you can pull things from the other one. *lets your hands go and does the same thing with my hand, snatches a peice of paper from the real world out of the air and pulls it into our world* like that.
