“Thank you for Flying with us! Have a good visit, and welcome, to salt lake city. We hope your stay is comfortable and you enjoy your stay!
“A-aaaaahcoo!!”
I sneeze as i cross the unboarding dock as i walk off the plane. Rome angrily whipped her head around, surveying the surrounding area. She scoffed and spoke with exasperation, alcohol on her breathe and a light blush to her name. “Damn it all, why couldn't they just give me booze without a whole background check? I literally predate these planes’ existence!!”
She had been like this since since the beginning of the flight to Utah. the stewardess had made a ridiculous deal about how she was dressed and how she had to be too young for alcohol. She wore a lace,see through pair of arm sleeves that went from her biceps to her wrists and billowed slightly like a sultry emo princess jasmine.she had on a tube top styled crop top the held he braless breasts is place. Effectively concealing her skin tone underneath but not much else.he pants the same see through material as her arms and it was all too apparent she was going commando if the shameless vampyre’s camel toe was any bloody indicator, barely hidden in the double layered billowing bottoms. She wore an assortment of symbolic and needed iron charmes that made her look older but also hid her baleful vampiric presence and might. Rings on her fingers held pocket dimensions that in turn carried all her salvaged items and things from her various storage units, along with enough refrigerated and stored blood to literally turn the whole nile red a second time.the most modest thing she wore was her black converse and her snapback hat that she wore backwards that was all black on the outside but under the bill was a mosaic of fractal coloring and the symbol on its front said EDC 2014. The middle aged flight attendant had made a large fuss over her outfit and tried to outright refuse Rome in letting her drink, until Rome threw a card at the woman that had Rome's face and Alleged date of birth on it, the woman, after sourly confirming the cards legitimacy after another 5 minute argument sourly poured her a glass of wine before stomping off, calling her a “Godless Hussy”.
She was twice as Vexed when Rome proceeded to call her back for more wine 8 more times, Referring to the woman in her late 30s as “bar wench”.
Regardless as we got off we wandered the airport a while. It had been 3 weeks since we had seen other people outside of the occasional walmart trip for food and other trips for supplies. In those last weeks we had be stocking the house.making it a literal fortress.most of the pocket dimension had been altered and beautified.rome had a whole stairless loft too herself besides a library we all used upstairs for studies. Jolie had helped expand the outward field of influence, so our pocket dimension had almost one-fourth of an acre in every direction. It was filled with plants and cacti and it was fully useable,like a normal outdoor area in accordance to earthen laws of physical and geography go. But i was incredibly fertile and well kept,and the sky was a bright aurora and a moonless night sky with Endless stars that were bright enough to feed the plants but dim enough to leave us in twilight. We could change it but we all liked the way it looked. Plus anything was better than when Rome had made it appear to be some band called BTS constantly singing and dancing. Jolie had begun gardening her plants and fungi and had created a synthesizing station, much like an alchemy station. She actively Used the set up whenever she was avoiding more working out and training. Her hair had become long and she was lithe and fit. She also leaned to suffse her body with ambient Essential energy from around her in this plane, the girl had gone from normal to able to dash at 75 miles for a short while in under a week, and her training with Rome Had gotten Way more Lethal. She said the cultivation of plants and using them in the substances that they FINALLY explained to me calms her down and helped strengthen her spirit. Said it was her form of calligraphy. and Considering she made a room that she practically lives in otherwise that speeds up time and increases its own gravity by recording her bodies strength in numbers and adding half that number, times five, and adding it to the amount of pounds of pressure she would stay in. basically, hyperbolic time chamber.
This left me to decorate as i saw fit. And my room was, for lack of a better word.. Basically a heavily wooded area.. With pond and a gash at it center, crystals and thick energy around, and one very aggravated racoon.
I know it sounds weird but by taking the place i came from and making it my room, and a know expanding campsite… i dunno it feels right. All the animals i actually brought from the original place. Everything is the same, mostly. The sky is the same as the one outside, and it automatically tends to itself, but everything else is a carbon copy..
Technically that's because it IS the actual original, but explaining how i did it and why there's a crater in middle of the arizona desert now is just plain tedious.
Either way we all had our own rooms with varying levels of expansion and magic, and in my case a Raccoon im totally naming Retsuko. Jolie had also unbenounced to me been planning the month before meeting me to go to some trade school. They apparently accept anyone from 16 to 24ish and help them learn a trade and become respectable adults. Her admissions counselor had called and told her to come in and if she had friends that were interested, bring them to the orientation. As it turns out this is where her Salt lake idea came into play. Me and her would veil ourselves as students, and Rome would do reconnaissance on locating resources, targets, and any other objects avenues or people of use. From there we would regularly use rifts to access areas we find our hear of and do what we must to train, and hide our presence. According to Rome since the Templars only wanted her,so She would be the only one tracked. They would, thinking she was going from salt lake to hit the midwest, send a team or 2 that way to a place to intercept her. something about a crypt of Sanguine that only the eldest bloodsuckers can access. They would wait there knowing she would come there, which we planned to do, but on foot it would take weeks, even for a beast of her caliber. And after that she would make it seem as though she was headed north, towards another Crypt.
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The Templars that were left in Phoenix looking for Jolie and I in the area were silenced pretty quickly within the first week as well. And according to Rome since they were a supernatural order they had few to no legal connections. They would have to pull major strings and step on the toes of a few other organisations and agencies just to get a clear shot at us through the police or military, and they couldn't do that without revealing us to another order. We took great pain to kill those that were left and jolies blade had grow. More of a black,Bright glowing green runed, Slim short sword rather than a knife know.she had grown stroger and the blade changed with her. The energy now malleable to her and her eyes flaring with a opalescent green whenever she used some aspect of her power. She even learned how to use some minor magical applications for her power. She was becoming a stealthy ass healer.. She still was a glass cannon, but a cannon is a cannon. And bitches love em.
Rome had some plan but was being mysterious that whole time, studying. Thanks to that i had nothing but time to meditate, do some learning and read an occasional encyclopedia. I learned a lot about the world and the laws of this reality as well, how it works, what's out there. And thanks to it my power was on a whole nother level. Hence the newly dubbed “Arizona Crater”.
After the orientation we ended up with tickets by the second week set for the third. We packed our “normal luggage” and i made Us all Rings with various Effects and jewelry with latent Energies that i masked with even more applications of my power. I may have gotten overzealous, but it was good practice. When the dates came, jolie left 2 days ahead of me, and i came afterward alongside Rome who just bought a ticket. This was what led to the current Predicament.
“Tikaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!” Rome loudly exclaimed as she draped herself over my shoulders and groping me openly as i shamefacedly walked down the walkway, a minor eye twitch slowly becoming more sporadic as she tempted my less than acceptable lust issues. She pressed herself against me as i carried our bags, many onlookers either gawking in shock at her outfit or shaking their head in shame, hurrying themselves or children away from the debacle of an exit we were making from the plane.
“So where do we gooooooo?”she was pouting, batting her lashes against my neck in butterfly kisse and sliding hands along the front of my thundercats T shirt and red flannel, rubbing her palms against my chest. I mentally pushed away the thought of making a sexual suggestion and proceeded to tromp forward to the nearest secluded area of the airport to put her down. She was testing my self control and if i spoke i surely would fall for the honey trap. MUST.NOT.SMASH!!!!!
The second i got there i practically threw her off me, letting her slump into the chair with a grumpy huff, i quickly knelt in front of her to grab he dropped bag and set it on her lap,and with a hidden hand i brushed against her wrist,i small flick of blue energy flashed from my finger, forcing her full of some of my good ol “wake the fuck up” energy. He drunk now rudely stripped from her she swore as she hopped in her seat slightly with a yip, looking around wildly. Her eyes landed on me pretty fast before she scowled and grit her teeth into a snarl.
“Can’t even Let me just drunken fondle you for a second,” She growled with a harsh, very unchildlike voice. It was low and no one was near but it was accompanied with a drop in temperature that was literally physical. didn't stop me from scoffing at her, however.
“Listen,” i started as i rose, grabbing my own bag “we need to get moving. I have to go meet the group that'll take me to this trade school, i need to meet with Jo and you have to find a place nearby as a viable scouting ground. Plus you have to find a leyline for the next branch of our hideout so we don't have to get screwed with just popping up out of nowhere through the tears. You can't do that sipping wine and singing terribly.” i reach into my pocket and whip out a paper that reads off the name of my soon to be caretaker and guide for the preliminaries of this school. The paper said to look for a girl and boy holding signs and that a man named,”Mr. Ivor, you mean?what a weird name,” Rome slowly got up and adjusted her skimpy outfit as i took a step back and nodded in agreeance.
She went and grabbed her bags before going past me a ways saying over her shoulder, “fine, fine i'll go. But for the record ill be done within a hour so im sure ill be drunk at the base by the time you guys an check in..” she pouts, genuinely showing a hint of real upset. She looked back and opened her mouth to speak but stopped a second, before speaking with alittle strain, “please just hurry and see me ok?.. I've gotten used to you two assholes and i've been alone too long for you guys to get ganked in a shitty mishap here in miller town.” she smiles, a light flush to her cheeks before hurriedly turning and walking off, her Black curly hair bouncing as her hips sway and she bounces away, waving me off with a hand over her head.
I can't help but smile and giggle to myself lightly, looks like i might actually have made a small unit somehow. I take a second to enjoy the feeling before hardening my mind to it, setting my face and grabbing my bags,as i turn i see another person with bags and a confused and slightly worried look on their face. I nod at them and walk their way with my bags in tow. They perk up and smile a bit. Once i was close enough we speak a bit. Turns out they were looking for baggage claim and had seen me at the last airport. We both were going to the same place, upon looking at our paper at the same time for times we both saw the same logo on our sheets. I smile and laugh, telling the person to walk with me. “ looks like we both are going to the same place. Im T, btw.” i put out a hand to shake the strangers hand, which he took. He was taller than my, with dark curly hair swooped to a side, a cute beaming smile adorned their face, they were neither fat nor skinny and they wore glasses, seeming totally the effeminate type. He shook my hand saying nothing except, “Hi,it's so nice to meet you! Im Even!”
I chuckled at the enthusiasm and nodded as i looked into his eyes, and from the touch and the way his dark eyes absorbed the light i felt something latent but very dark. Almost like an endless roar of flames. I felt one feeling from him that, for the first time, outmatched even the pure form of emotion i felt.
It was pure Rage.
“Cmon then,” i kept smiling, hiding my thoughts to that beast of hatred inside the boy. Deciding i had better keep an eye on him and walking forward toward the baggage claim and a girl waving a sign, flagging down and collecting those that came on the flight with us that were going to this school. I consciously prepared myself mentally for any more human contact as i pulled the boy along. “Let's go see what this Job Corps has to offer!!”