An Intermission of Sorts
(Feir's Point of View)
I was happy to see
Friz relax, but I refused to be satisfied until he joined us in our little
regression party. Gary even offered to join if Friz did, but Friz merely said
that he would so long as Gary stayed the adult. Gary ordered pizza, some greasy
food that had not existed in our version of Nethermost, and we ate the
delicious food while debating what to do. It was offered that we hang around
for a month or so, trying to lay low, until trouble arises; and another idea
suggested we use Timler's ability to find the riot members and stop history in
its tracks that way. The three-year-old bear shot down the latter idea,
explaining that his time travel abilities were limited in some ways, and
predicting the future and rewinding time have cease to work very well for him
since we arrived here. He did like the idea of relaxing or once in his life, as
did everyone else, and that's what was decided on. I had the itching feeling
that we would not be having a peaceful time at this, but I decided to keep that
to myself until that night. I confided in Gary and Friz, since we acted as the
leaders, and they had the same unease. I hoped that it was just that, but I
can't remember when that's ever been the case.
(Friz's Point of View)
The next day, after
being grown back to sixteen years old, I decided to take the bank card to the
bookstore and buy that supernatural book that I saw along with the daily paper.
Catching up on the current events is something that I decided would be a good
habit to get into. These papers also were adept at keeping up with every crime
within the country, it seemed, since there were so few. I did some window
shopping until around lunchtime, which I was elected to acquire for the eleven
of us, and saw some things I thought might be useful. Those things were board
games, and I thought it wise to have a way to prevent us from slipping into
insanity. The choice lunch I decided on was some fast food from a local
restaurant, and during lunch the subject was brought up as to whether it was a
good idea for me to buy the games. Some were opposed, but others embraced the
entertainment. I invited Feir and Ghast to go look for other things that might
be important for our stay here. Feir suggested some way of staying in touch no
matter where we were, but Ghast said it wasn't necessary. When asked about it,
the following story unfolded...
(Ghast's Point of View,
the Previous Night)
Is it working? I heard in my mind. I
looked around, but no one had spoken. I heard another sentence belonging to a
foreign voice enter my thoughts. It's
working, no doubt. There was a snickering tone to this voice, and it was
different from the first. They also sounded familiar. I was distracted from my
game of Rock Paper Scissors Slap I was playing with Friz, and he noticed.
"Are you okay,
Ghast?" he asked. I was beginning to place the owners of the voices laughing in
my head, so I just said that I was tired. I knew where the Fallenoak twins were
and that they were alone, so I excused myself to go check on them. Friz was
distracted amazingly by Feir, so I was able to confront the snickering twins
and told them not to do that. They apologized and claimed it was all in good
fun, so I held no grudge. I was also distracted by needing to tell Friz to
change me, so I didn't bring it up that night.
Skip to the
present, I told this to the fox and panther in front of me and they decided to
investigate it, seeing if it could be taught. Friz was reminded of another
strange nightmare and wondered out loud at this point if our dreams were some
higher power teaching us new abilities. Feir didn't dismiss the idea, but he
thought it unlikely, saying that God was probably much too busy doing other
things to care about us. Talk about pessimism. I wonder what his childhood was
like...
(Gary's Point of View)
I had another
nightmare. This one showed me that I appear to be able to throw my voice, and
really well. I tried it this morning and manage to make Nick think I was
invisible for a good five minutes. Maybe I really am the immature one, but it's
too much fun to mess with people to ever stop.
Nick had told me
that he had another nightmare but was alone this time. He learned how to create
a bow out of light and fire it with a single motion. I thought at that time
that we should start relaying our nightmares to each other each morning.
(Fluhr's Point of
View)
Julio and I spent
the previous night and all of today catching up with each other and bonding.
When Friz came home with board games, Julio and I jumped at the chance to play
a strange game by the name of battleship. It seemed strategic, so we were drawn
to it as a way to learn to think before we act. It also was a testament to how
predictable the other was. Julio had placed all of his ships together whilst I
decided to place them between 3 to 5 spaces apart from one another with the middle
of the board almost vacant. I was victorious, as could be predicted when my
first move was a hit, and Julio seemed discouraged, which led me to realize
that nobody in this room actually knows too much about the others apart from
the two pairs of brothers and Julio and I, but just barely then. I tried to
remember to mention it that night over dinner...