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MageAnon's Marvelous Misadventures Part One

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>The distant echo of trickling water flowed through your ears.
>You can feel the faintest texture of sand beneath your fingers.
>You open your eyes and examine your surroundings.
>You appear to be in a grotto of immense size.
>You appear to be lying on the sandy shore of an enormous pool of water.
>It is rather dark as well, only a faint glimmer of light shines through a hole in the ceiling, refracting off of many of the crystalline geodes lining the walls.
>You stand up to notice that you are wearing your old training fatigues.
>You haven’t worn these in ages.
>Trying to take in as much detail as you can, you notice the walls are also covered with vines, which all seem to come from the single hole in the ceiling.
>Judging by the height, you think you’re quite a ways down.
>How you got down here in the first place is a mystery at the moment.
>You slowly walk over to the pool of water.
>Your head starts to spin as soon as you take a step.
>Your vision starts to cloud as well.
>Feeling the back of your head, you can’t quite make out if there is a welt there or not.
>Staring down into the grotto is quite difficult, from between the refraction of the light and the splitting headache you have.
>It appears to be pitch black.
>You really can’t deal with this at the moment.
>Normally your focus is much stronger, considering your profession.
>However there are just too many distractions.
>Between the splitting headache and the puffy pink cloud laughing at you, it’s a little much at the moment.
>What.
>Puffy pink cloud?
>Sure enough there is a pink cloud the size of a bread box floating to your left.
>In bright red digital numbers it displays “8:59”
>”Fuck”
>You wake up in bed, your alarm clock screaming in your ear.
>Still hazy from the dream you quickly pound the snooze button to silence the infernal machine.
>Stretching as far as you can, you glance over at the clock.
>You think to yourself that it can’t be any later the quarter after seven.
>Your jimmy sense is tingling.
>9:00 AM
Slightly rustled.
>9:00 AM
>Ok, maybe if you rub your eyes, it’ll say 7:00 AM
>Jimmies slightly critical.
>9:01 AM
>No
>Oh no
>Not today
>OF ALL DAYS, ANON WHY TODAY?
>Captain, we have reports of rustled jimmies in sector EVERYWHERE.
>”Thanks brain, next time I DONT skip the booze”.
>No problem bra
>You jump out of bed to be greeted with a nasty squelching noise.
>Looks like your foot decided to take your mouths job and snack on a slice of pizza from last night.
>Stifling a slew of curse words that would make your old C.O proud you dash towards the shower.
>Stripping as you go, you realise that for once in your life you’re glad you planned ahead and at least packed your briefcase the night before.
>Turning the water on full hot, you grab your toothbrush and decide to kill two birds with one stone.
>For your forward thinking behaviour you are greeted with a blast of ice cold water.
>Of course.
>Hey bro, gotta tell you something
>”Not right now you bastard”
>You should probably listen to me once in awhile you know
>”Silence Brain! You have betrayed me far too often!”
>Alright man, your loss.
>Five minutes later you’re all sparkling clean and ready to face the day.
>You run out of the bathroom and quickly grab your new suit and tie hanging from the bedroom door of your apartment.
>At least this part of your day is going ok so far.
>This suit cost you a small fortune, it’s been specifically tailored for you, and is absolutely the pinnacle of style.
>Who are you kidding; it’s just some shitty tweed two-piece you picked up from a bargain place not too long ago.
>Donning your duds as fast as you can you can’t even think about stopping for breakfast.
>You race towards the living room of your tiny apartment.
>At least you think this used to be an apartment.
>You can’t really tell since most of the room is covered in boxes from your last move.
>Injury payment is not what it used to be, hence why you’re living in this tiny shithole.
>Grabbing your briefcase off of the sofa, your keys from the countertop, and your trusty pack of multicoloured, multilayered, super deluxe pack of chalk, you’re finally ready to head to work.
>Uh, hey dude, you have the directions right?
>”Of course brain, they’re right...”
>Told you so.
>”Shut it. Now where were they? Tell me dammit!”
>Dude, I’m just an abstract concept of your thought process, why not try thinking instead of yelling at me?
>“Good point”
>Shaking your head you realize that the directions were in your front pocket the whole time.
>You’d probably lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your body.
>Ouch.
>You told yourself you’d stop using that phrase, while you run your fingers along a scar across the left side of your neck.
>Dude, work time?
>“Right, I get it. Everything is here, good to go!”
>Grabbing your briefcase in one hand, and your MASSIVE box of chalk in your in the other you open the door.
>Oh man is this building is in such bad shape. Where is that lazy caretaker when you need him?
>Although you’ve only been here about two months, you can already tell management couldn’t give a single measly, tiny fuck about anything here.
>The ONE janitor they had for the whole place was also a very strange man.
>Couldn’t even use a simple levitation spell to get something from the top of a shelf.
>You guess there were still some people who were utterly useless in the arcane arts.
>You’d feel sorry for him if he wasn’t so lazy.
>The only saving grace about this place was his little daughter Erin.
>She was a little sweetheart, who always said good morning to you every day during the summer.
>She always brought you a drink in the morning and in the evening.
>What was with that anyway?
>You chalked, it up to being friendly.
>“Ha-ha nice one brain, now keep moving”
>Got it boss
>Since you’re only on the third floor, you walk downstairs every morning.
>The little bit of exercise you get it good for you
>Secretly you’re just a bit impatient, but no one is the wiser.
>”Hopefully the metro won’t be too busy this time of mor-“
>WHAM
>You’re flat on your ass.
>”Oh jeez, I’m so sorry here let me he-“
>OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD
>"Oh morning Anon! I brought you some chocolate milk, or at least I did. I seem to have lost the glass..."
>You know where it is.
>It’s all over your jacket.
>And on your pants.
>Jimmies status: Somewhere between Magnitude 8-9 on the Rustle-mo-graph.
>You maintain your composure.
>She was just a little girl.
>”It’s alright Erin; I’ll get one from you when I get back. For now, I’m late for work.”
>You get to your feet and Erin does the same.
>"Aww shucks Anon, I didn’t mean to mess up your day. I’ll be sure to have something extra special for you when you get back!"
”It’s alright, I’ll see you when I get home” you say as you start jogging towards the exit of the building.
>Once outside, you notice it’s a bit darker this morning that it should be.
>Jogging down the street as fast as you can, you head towards the metro.
>Thankfully, the wait to get to the main Line is rather short this morning.
>There are about three people in queue in front of you.
>The purplish glow from the main Line soothes your tired eyes.
>Two people to go now.
>You pull the directions out of your pocket and take a look at the runes etched along the channeling circle.
>Nothing too complicated.
>It’s a good thing you know plenty about teleportation, as these are a little harder to sketch than most directions.
>Ironic that they are directions to a Young-Transporters centre.
>Your turn at bat now.
>You quickly wipe off the chalk markings around the indented circle.
>Sketching the runes along the outside of the circle to match the diagram took no time at all.
>You step into the circle and quickly “ping” the other side to make sure there is no one standing on it.
>Thankfully there isn’t.
>You close your eyes and mutter the names of the runes of in the correct order.
>Even years later you still love the feeling of arcane transportation.
>Slowly the feeling in your limbs starts to fade and you get the familiar taste of chalk in your mouth.
>You hear the familiar *pop*
>And you’re standing outside the Young-transporters building.
>Quickly ascending the steps and following the directions on your slip of paper, you find your way towards room 1402.
>You peek inside the window to see just how many people are waiting for you.
>There is no one there.
>WAT
>You open the door and peek at the clock above you.
>7:15AM
>You look down at the paper.
>”First class starts at 8:00AM”
>You look at the clock again.
>7:15AM
>You check your watch.
>7:16AM
>Uhh, don’t you remember bro? You forgot to fix your clock after the vacation. I tried to warn you.
>When he wanted to be, your brain could be a huge ass.
>But not as much as you were right now.
>Somewhere, you could feel as if someone was laughing at your expense right now.
>Your jimmies are not even going to be rustled; they are just plain disappointed in you.
>You pull out the small wooden chair from behind the desk and plop down in it.
>You open your briefcase and pull out a pack of smokes
>Its 7...
>Checking your watch again
>Its 7:17 and you already need a smoke.
>Now THIS is going to be a fun day.
>Several hours later...
>You’re finally done teaching kids for the day.
>Nothing like teaching kids the elementary history behind Ley Line travel to tire you out.
>Your dad sure would be proud of you now.
>Wait a sec.
>Hey, just me again, your friendly neighborhood think-machine, you still need to get home early if you’re gonna make it to your parents for dinner.
>”One of these days brain, ONE OF THESE DAYS. Wham, bam, zoom, straight to the MOON.”
>Hey, see you there buddy.
>You begin to gather up your things to head home, including the banana one thoughtful student gave you after you mentioned you forgot a lunch.
>You fucking hate bananas, but didn’t want to be rude.
>Your body shivers with a sudden chill.
>Somehow once again, you feel as if you’re the living embodiment of some sort of cosmic joke.
>Shrugging it off, you decide it’s about time to head home and pack up the care package for your folks.
>They were planning a trip down to South America for a few weeks, and were planning around doing some backpacking.
>There were attending some sort of nature excursion into one of the less dangerous areas and it included sleeping outside overnight.
>Despite your appearance, you loved the outdoors.
>Any free chance you got, you found yourself in one of the worlds many nature preserves.
>Ever since arcane studies became more fruitful in later years, attentions to the planet and needs of the world sky rocketed.
>But that’s a story for another time.
>Before you knew it you were home.
>There was no sign of Erin anywhere, and you were thankful for that.
>One face-full of dairy product is more than enough for one day.
>Although it was still early in the afternoon, your parents lived a few time zones ahead of you.
>You didn’t get to see them much and it’s not like you were really ever close in the first place, but you still loved them regardless.
>Actually, you never really cared for any of your relatives, seeing as you were an only child and many of your older relatives were already dead.
>In fact, all of them were dead.
>What, you want more information?
>Too bad. I'm not telling.
>That was a happy thought.
>The stairs seemed agonizingly long this afternoon.
>All you can think about is a nice long shower to rinse off the sticky remains of the chocolate milk incident.
>You open the door and quickly hop into the shower.
>Still no fucking hot water.
>At least you’re clean now.
>Grabbing the nearest towel you quickly dry off and get packing.
>Well, packing for your folks.
>Let’s see, what would they need?
>Compass? Check.
>Small Medical kit for two? Check.
>Foldable tent? Check.
>Heirloom bushwhacking knife (That wasn’t actually an heirloom just old)? Check.
>Solar powered mp3 and cell phone charger? Check.
>Emergency Back-Up Teletabs for quick escapes? Check.
>Other miscellaneous items?'
>Double Check.
>They should be able to cover the rest.
>Your already dressed and ready to go.
>One last check around the place should do.
>Pondering if you should take anything else, you hear a knock at your door.
>"HEY ANON"
>Oh god its Erin again.
>And, of course, holding the biggest glass of Chocolate milk you’ve ever seen.
>"Sorry about this morning. I wanted to make it up to you."
”It’s OK Erin, I’m not thirsty right now and I’m still in a bit of a rush.”
>Oh no
>She looks like she’s about to cry.
"You always have to go somewhere! You’re like my only friend around here and you never even want to say hi!"
”Hey, hey, hey, hey,” you say in the most consoling manner you can.
>This really wasn’t your day.
”Why don’t you come down to the station to see me off, and when I get back, we’ll go take a walk in the garden?”
>Finally the waterworks stop.
”And if you want, you can come see my off at the Metro”
>"Really Anon?"
”Yes really.” You say, trying as hard as you can to hold that smile.
>"Alrighty! Let’s get going!"
>And she is already gone down the stairs.
>Well, there is no point in delaying any further.
>You gather up your things once again.
>Since your parents are in the middle of nowhere, they are still far enough from the main lines that vehicle transport is unavoidable.
>You grab your phone and mp3 as well, since it’s about an hour from the station to their place.
>You almost forget your chalk on the way out, making you double back.
>God you’re forgetful sometimes.
>You lock the door and pocket your keys.
>It’s just before rush hour now, so the transit system is light at the moment.
>Your walking besides Erin, chatting along on the way down there.
>Well, she’s more skipping with glee that you’re finally giving her some attention.
>Its kinda nice to have a friend after so long.
>She’s pretty much the only one you know around here.
>Wow that’s sad dude, you should get out more.
>”Oh don’t start with me you.”
>Just saying bro.
>While you were busy arguing with yourself, you barely notice that you’ve finally arrived at the metro.
>Heading down the stairs you notice it’s eerily empty. Even for this time of day.
>You grab your chalk and begin to make quick work of the symbols.
>"HEY ANON. Whatcha doing?"
>Oh god right, she wants to see how it’s done.
”Well, You know that people can travel long distances using magic right?”
>"Uh-huh!"
”And that we have to use special circles that are connected to the main Ley-Lines that criss-cross the earth right?”
>"What’s a “Lay Line”?
”A Ley-Line is a line of magical energy that goes all around the earth. We aren’t sure exactly how they work, but it allows us to travel very far through the lines by magic.”
>So what are those funny squiggles for?
”These are locator runes. They are like the numbers for a telephone except they tell the line where we want to go.”
>"So what happens if you mess up one of the squiggles?"
>You can feel the magic starting to hum around you now.
”I’m not quite sure,” you say sparing her the messy details of a transport gone wrong.
>The feeling starts to fade from your extremities.
>You try to wave as best as you can to Erin.
”I’ll explain the rest when I get back ok?”
>"OK Anon!"
>She turns to walk away
>"Oh I almost forgot your drink!"
>She spins around and the glass flies from her hand.
>No
>Fuck no
>This seriously cannot happen
>The milk flies from the glass all over the circle
>Magic sparks fly all over the place.
>Shit shit shit shit!
>It’s too late to stop the spell now.
>The last two things that are heard from that metro before it goes up in flames are a deep chuckle and an ear-splitting expletive heard from miles around.

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>The distant echo of trickling water flowed through your ears.
>You can feel the faintest texture of sand beneath your fingers.
>You open your eyes and examine your surroundings.
>You appear to be in a grotto of immense size.
>You appear to be lying on the sandy shore of an enormous pool of water.
>It is rather dark as well, only a faint glimmer of light shines through a hole in the ceiling, refracting off of many of the crystalline geodes lining the walls.
>You stand up to notice that you are wearing your old training fatigues.
>You haven’t worn these in ages.
>Trying to take in as much detail as you can, you notice the walls are also covered with vines, which all seem to come from the single hole in the ceiling.
>Judging by the height, you think you’re quite a ways down.
>How you got down here in the first place is a mystery at the moment.
>You slowly walk over to the pool of water.
>Your head starts to spin as soon as you take a step.
>Your vision starts to cloud as well.
>Feeling the back of your head, you can’t quite make out if there is a welt there or not.
>Staring down into the grotto is quite difficult, from between the refraction of the light and the splitting headache you have.
>It appears to be pitch black.
>You really can’t deal with this at the moment.
>Normally your focus is much stronger, considering your profession.
>However there are just too many distractions.
>Between the splitting headache and the puffy pink cloud laughing at you, it’s a little much at the moment.
>What.
>Puffy pink cloud?
>Sure enough there is a pink cloud the size of a bread box floating to your left.
>In bright red digital numbers it displays “8:59”
>”Fuck”


>You wake up in bed, your alarm clock screaming in your ear.
>Still hazy from the dream you quickly pound the snooze button to silence the infernal machine.
>Stretching as far as you can, you glance over at the clock.
>You think to yourself that it can’t be any later the quarter after seven.
>Your jimmy sense is tingling.
>9:00 AM
Slightly rustled.
>9:00 AM
>Ok, maybe if you rub your eyes, it’ll say 7:00 AM
>Jimmies slightly critical.
>9:01 AM
>No
>Oh no
>Not today
>OF ALL DAYS, ANON WHY TODAY?
>Captain, we have reports of rustled jimmies in sector EVERYWHERE.
>”Thanks brain, next time I DONT skip the booze”.
>No problem bra
>You jump out of bed to be greeted with a nasty squelching noise.
>Looks like your foot decided to take your mouths job and snack on a slice of pizza from last night.
>Stifling a slew of curse words that would make your old C.O proud you dash towards the shower.
>Stripping as you go, you realise that for once in your life you’re glad you planned ahead and at least packed your briefcase the night before.
>Turning the water on full hot, you grab your toothbrush and decide to kill two birds with one stone.
>For your forward thinking behaviour you are greeted with a blast of ice cold water.
>Of course.
>Hey bro, gotta tell you something
>”Not right now you bastard”
>You should probably listen to me once in awhile you know
>”Silence Brain! You have betrayed me far too often!”
>Alright man, your loss.


>Five minutes later you’re all sparkling clean and ready to face the day.
>You run out of the bathroom and quickly grab your new suit and tie hanging from the bedroom door of your apartment.
>At least this part of your day is going ok so far.
>This suit cost you a small fortune, it’s been specifically tailored for you, and is absolutely the pinnacle of style.
>Who are you kidding; it’s just some shitty tweed two-piece you picked up from a bargain place not too long ago.
>Donning your duds as fast as you can you can’t even think about stopping for breakfast. 
>You race towards the living room of your tiny apartment.
>At least you think this used to be an apartment.
>You can’t really tell since most of the room is covered in boxes from your last move.
>Injury payment is not what it used to be, hence why you’re living in this tiny shithole.
>Grabbing your briefcase off of the sofa, your keys from the countertop, and your trusty pack of multicoloured, multilayered, super deluxe pack of chalk, you’re finally ready to head to work.
>Uh, hey dude, you have the directions right?
>”Of course brain, they’re right...”
>Told you so.
>”Shut it. Now where were they? Tell me dammit!”
>Dude, I’m just an abstract concept of your thought process, why not try thinking instead of yelling at me?
>“Good point”
>Shaking your head you realize that the directions were in your front pocket the whole time.
>You’d probably lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your body.
>Ouch.
>You told yourself you’d stop using that phrase, while you run your fingers along a scar across the left side of your neck.
>Dude, work time?
>“Right, I get it. Everything is here, good to go!”


>Grabbing your briefcase in one hand, and your MASSIVE box of chalk in your in the other you open the door.
>Oh man is this building is in such bad shape. Where is that lazy caretaker when you need him?
>Although you’ve only been here about two months, you can already tell management couldn’t give a single measly, tiny fuck about anything here.
>The ONE janitor they had for the whole place was also a very strange man. 
>Couldn’t even use a simple levitation spell to get something from the top of a shelf.
>You guess there were still some people who were utterly useless in the arcane arts.
>You’d feel sorry for him if he wasn’t so lazy.
>The only saving grace about this place was his little daughter Erin.
>She was a little sweetheart, who always said good morning to you every day during the summer.
>She always brought you a drink in the morning and in the evening.
>What was with that anyway?
>You chalked, it up to being friendly.
>“Ha-ha nice one brain, now keep moving”
>Got it boss
>Since you’re only on the third floor, you walk downstairs every morning.
>The little bit of exercise you get it good for you
>Secretly you’re just a bit impatient, but no one is the wiser.
>”Hopefully the metro won’t be too busy this time of mor-“
>WHAM
>You’re flat on your ass.


>”Oh jeez, I’m so sorry here let me he-“
>OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD
>"Oh morning Anon! I brought you some chocolate milk, or at least I did. I seem to have lost the glass..."
>You know where it is. 
>It’s all over your jacket.
>And on your pants.
>Jimmies status: Somewhere between Magnitude 8-9 on the Rustle-mo-graph.
>You maintain your composure.
>She was just a little girl.
>”It’s alright Erin; I’ll get one from you when I get back. For now, I’m late for work.”
>You get to your feet and Erin does the same.
>"Aww shucks Anon, I didn’t mean to mess up your day. I’ll be sure to have something extra special for you when you get back!"
”It’s alright, I’ll see you when I get home” you say as you start jogging towards the exit of the building.
>Once outside, you notice it’s a bit darker this morning that it should be.

>Jogging down the street as fast as you can, you head towards the metro.
>Thankfully, the wait to get to the main Line is rather short this morning.
>There are about three people in queue in front of you.
>The purplish glow from the main Line soothes your tired eyes.
>Two people to go now.
>You pull the directions out of your pocket and take a look at the runes etched along the channeling circle.
>Nothing too complicated.
>It’s a good thing you know plenty about teleportation, as these are a little harder to sketch than most directions.
>Ironic that they are directions to a Young-Transporters centre.
>Your turn at bat now.
>You quickly wipe off the chalk markings around the indented circle.
>Sketching the runes along the outside of the circle to match the diagram took no time at all.
>You step into the circle and quickly “ping” the other side to make sure there is no one standing on it.
>Thankfully there isn’t.
>You close your eyes and mutter the names of the runes of in the correct order.
>Even years later you still love the feeling of arcane transportation.
>Slowly the feeling in your limbs starts to fade and you get the familiar taste of chalk in your mouth.
>You hear the familiar *pop*
>And you’re standing outside the Young-transporters building.
>Quickly ascending the steps and following the directions on your slip of paper, you find your way towards room 1402.
>You peek inside the window to see just how many people are waiting for you.
>There is no one there.


>WAT
>You open the door and peek at the clock above you.
>7:15AM
>You look down at the paper.
>”First class starts at 8:00AM”
>You look at the clock again.
>7:15AM
>You check your watch.
>7:16AM
>Uhh, don’t you remember bro? You forgot to fix your clock after the vacation. I tried to warn you.
>When he wanted to be, your brain could be a huge ass.
>But not as much as you were right now.
>Somewhere, you could feel as if someone was laughing at your expense right now.
>Your jimmies are not even going to be rustled; they are just plain disappointed in you.
>You pull out the small wooden chair from behind the desk and plop down in it.
>You open your briefcase and pull out a pack of smokes
>Its 7...
>Checking your watch again
>Its 7:17 and you already need a smoke.
>Now THIS is going to be a fun day.

>Several hours later...
>You’re finally done teaching kids for the day.
>Nothing like teaching kids the elementary history behind Ley Line travel to tire you out.
>Your dad sure would be proud of you now.
>Wait a sec.
>Hey, just me again, your friendly neighborhood think-machine, you still need to get home early if you’re gonna make it to your parents for dinner.
>”One of these days brain, ONE OF THESE DAYS. Wham, bam, zoom, straight to the MOON.”
>Hey, see you there buddy.
>You begin to gather up your things to head home, including the banana one thoughtful student gave you after you mentioned you forgot a lunch.
>You fucking hate bananas, but didn’t want to be rude.
>Your body shivers with a sudden chill.
>Somehow once again, you feel as if you’re the living embodiment of some sort of cosmic joke.
>Shrugging it off, you decide it’s about time to head home and pack up the care package for your folks.


>They were planning a trip down to South America for a few weeks, and were planning around doing some backpacking.
>There were attending some sort of nature excursion into one of the less dangerous areas and it included sleeping outside overnight.
>Despite your appearance, you loved the outdoors.
>Any free chance you got, you found yourself in one of the worlds many nature preserves.
>Ever since arcane studies became more fruitful in later years, attentions to the planet and needs of the world sky rocketed.
>But that’s a story for another time.
>Before you knew it you were home.
>There was no sign of Erin anywhere, and you were thankful for that.
>One face-full of dairy product is more than enough for one day.
>Although it was still early in the afternoon, your parents lived a few time zones ahead of you.
>You didn’t get to see them much and it’s not like you were really ever close in the first place, but you still loved them regardless.
>Actually, you never really cared for any of your relatives, seeing as you were an only child and many of your older relatives were already dead.
>In fact, all of them were dead.
>What, you want more information?
>Too bad. I'm not telling.
>That was a happy thought.

>The stairs seemed agonizingly long this afternoon.
>All you can think about is a nice long shower to rinse off the sticky remains of the chocolate milk incident.
>You open the door and quickly hop into the shower.
>Still no fucking hot water.
>At least you’re clean now.
>Grabbing the nearest towel you quickly dry off and get packing.
>Well, packing for your folks.
>Let’s see, what would they need?
>Compass? Check.
>Small Medical kit for two? Check.
>Foldable tent? Check.
>Heirloom bushwhacking knife (That wasn’t actually an heirloom just old)? Check.
>Solar powered mp3 and cell phone charger? Check.
>Emergency Back-Up Teletabs for quick escapes? Check.
>Other miscellaneous items?'
>Double Check.
>They should be able to cover the rest.
>Your already dressed and ready to go.
>One last check around the place should do.
>Pondering if you should take anything else, you hear a knock at your door.

>"HEY ANON"
>Oh god its Erin again.
>And, of course, holding the biggest glass of Chocolate milk you’ve ever seen.
>"Sorry about this morning. I wanted to make it up to you."
”It’s OK Erin, I’m not thirsty right now and I’m still in a bit of a rush.”
>Oh no
>She looks like she’s about to cry.
"You always have to go somewhere! You’re like my only friend around here and you never even want to say hi!"
”Hey, hey, hey, hey,” you say in the most consoling manner you can.
>This really wasn’t your day.
”Why don’t you come down to the station to see me off, and when I get back, we’ll go take a walk in the garden?”
>Finally the waterworks stop.
”And if you want, you can come see my off at the Metro”
>"Really Anon?"
”Yes really.” You say, trying as hard as you can to hold that smile.
>"Alrighty! Let’s get going!"
>And she is already gone down the stairs.


>Well, there is no point in delaying any further.
>You gather up your things once again.
>Since your parents are in the middle of nowhere, they are still far enough from the main lines that vehicle transport is unavoidable.
>You grab your phone and mp3 as well, since it’s about an hour from the station to their place.
>You almost forget your chalk on the way out, making you double back.
>God you’re forgetful sometimes.
>You lock the door and pocket your keys.
>It’s just before rush hour now, so the transit system is light at the moment.
>Your walking besides Erin, chatting along on the way down there.
>Well, she’s more skipping with glee that you’re finally giving her some attention.
>Its kinda nice to have a friend after so long.
>She’s pretty much the only one you know around here.
>Wow that’s sad dude, you should get out more.
>”Oh don’t start with me you.”
>Just saying bro.
>While you were busy arguing with yourself, you barely notice that you’ve finally arrived at the metro.
>Heading down the stairs you notice it’s eerily empty. Even for this time of day.
>You grab your chalk and begin to make quick work of the symbols.


>"HEY ANON. Whatcha doing?"
>Oh god right, she wants to see how it’s done.
”Well, You know that people can travel long distances using magic right?”
>"Uh-huh!"
”And that we have to use special circles that are connected to the main Ley-Lines that criss-cross the earth right?”
>"What’s a “Lay Line”?
”A Ley-Line is a line of magical energy that goes all around the earth. We aren’t sure exactly how they work, but it allows us to travel very far through the lines by magic.”
>So what are those funny squiggles for?
”These are locator runes. They are like the numbers for a telephone except they tell the line where we want to go.”
>"So what happens if you mess up one of the squiggles?"
>You can feel the magic starting to hum around you now.
”I’m not quite sure,” you say sparing her the messy details of a transport gone wrong.
>The feeling starts to fade from your extremities.
>You try to wave as best as you can to Erin.
”I’ll explain the rest when I get back ok?”
>"OK Anon!"


>She turns to walk away
>"Oh I almost forgot your drink!"
>She spins around and the glass flies from her hand.
>No
>Fuck no
>This seriously cannot happen
>The milk flies from the glass all over the circle
>Magic sparks fly all over the place.
>Shit shit shit shit!
>It’s too late to stop the spell now.
>The last two things that are heard from that metro before it goes up in flames are a deep chuckle and an ear-splitting expletive heard from miles around.

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