Between Broken Glass and Butterflies(Psychic Rpg)

He could only laugh for a short moment by her question. Composing himself he adjust and responds “You took my sperm and now you want my blood. You really do have an unique fetish.” Taking a deep breath he allows his arm to rest in front of her “Go ahead.”

 

Heather adjusts herself and sits upright, flipping through some phone screens to bring one up to him.


"I really don't see how you'd just forget her." Heather had apparently taken the picture yesterday. There was a guy cut off in the background, but that wasn't the key factor. His danger sense couldn't pick things up just from a picture, so he couldn't tell how dangerous she is or isn't just from the picture his sister had taken.

 

"That's ah...don't worry about it. Sadek? Well, yeah. It's the Sadek Brotherhood. Right there in the name. I think it's just a made up word or something to try and sound cool. I asked Wright about that before and-One second! Will you just give a minute instead of-" Alexandra heard the phone lower for a second, apparently yelling something at Abel. She couldn't sense emotions through phone connections. Without being there to see it, there was only the typical guesses.

"Okay. So Wright told me this whole thing about the crusades back when they were at war with the Arabian Empire. I don't really believe him on that. He's a smart guy, but he also told me that everything in the first place was all caused by a genie. I know we deal with a lot of weird shit, but that's just dumb. If there's any guess that's not totally stupid, it's alien technology implant-

"The first generation was originally lab experiments for the cold war!" From the sounds of it, Abel had wrestled the phone away to interject his theory.

"Oh, Alexandra. Completely forgot, but the boss told me your fortune for today. When you get home, there will be a box on your bed. He says if you don't want to die, don't open it...but like if it were me, then I'd have to just to see what's inside."

"Same actually." Felica alternated in between talking. Whatever the current situation was, Felica didn't seem to be actively trying to kill him. At least for now.

"Ah, hey. So you decided to check us out then? We're actually having a-shit. I can't say it rig-

"What? That club in the warehouse that you guys hang out at? Forget it. She's not gonna go. The boss engineered his schedule to be free after work today for when they met."

"She doesn't HAVE to do wha-

Their combined input was starting to devolving into just squabbling.

 

"Thank you. We'll get this sorted out." Laya smiles for a moment before yawning. "But if it's alright. I'm going to take a personal day. I'm not going to survive without some rest. I'll make sure they treat you well though before I clock out."

The whole process takes a while before the nurses come into draw his blood. While mostly good, they tend to get stressed out from the long hours, but take extra care in making sure he's comfortable as they go through all the steps of getting things ready for testing. With the dawn of a new day, everything proceeds as normal, until thing finally wrap up and one of the nurses hands him some standard issue release forms.

"The director wants you to take a few days until we get everything properly verified." That's good, I guess. But Laya is getting lazy now too. So now we're out two of our good doctors...what about me? Like I want to do all their work? The nurse held a professional smile, not aware that he could tell what she was thinking.

 

Alexandra rolls her eyes. "Hey!" She shouts into the reciever. "One person at a time". She speaks as one would toa particularly troublesome toddler. "So, what you're effectively saying is that your boss broke into my apartment to give me a gift, but I'll die if I open it. Why did he get me the-? Never mind, I'll deal with that later. What do you mean, when we meet? Where am I not going to go? Listen, if your boss wants to meet me, just send over the details and I'll be there if it doesn't clash with work."

 

"He didn't drop off the box. It's sent from...what to call it? A rogue player. Bad news for everyone. Point is, don't touch it. I don't know what it is, but the sender. She's a real piece of work. Accepting the gift, means you agree to the terms and conditions...the price is way too steep. Sis, is going to break into your place and remove it. You probably won't even see it when you get home. She promised to pick the lock instead of smashing it, if that makes you feel better."

"So, you know how much I hate him? The take it seriously when I tell you he's actually right. Don't touch it. That bitch is nuts." Felica actually agreeing with him, comes across as a pretty big warning sign.

"Right. It's a little thing. You shouldn't get involved if we-wait. So what? You seriously haven't met the boss yet?" Abel's voice was clearly stunned at the apparent revelation.

"What? Seriously? I just figured you guys just came from there when you showed up, last night." Felica sounding equally surprised apparently meant things were different.

"Yeah. I thought that too. I mean...for fuck's sake. He lives across the street."

 

Alexandra looks a little disturbed, though it can't be seen. "Don't worry. I've read enough Junji Ito to know not to open a weird box that I've been told not to open on pain of death. Sis? Is that your actual sister, or a nickname? Either way, I'd appreciate it if she didn't smash up my place, so thank her for me."

Alexandra wonders how and why she's acting so calm in this bizarre situation, but shrugs it off. "He lives across the street? My street, or the street across from the bar? I'll get my friends after work and see the boss, if that's okay."

 

“What? She’s my sister. Not like I have a choice about it. I’m...used to her.” Pausing for a moment he continued. “Across the bar. That shitty looking corporate building? He didn’t feel like he needed a super fancy one. I said let’s buy one that has a pool...but no. Nobody listen to me.”

“After work? Are you sure? We don’t get together for parties that often actually. Miss it and it might be a while, ‘till the next one. They usually go on all night, but no telling how long the commies are going to keep you for.”

“I have no clue either. Looks like, either hit up the cult party or join the red square, comrade.”

 

"I'll talk to Jack and Laya, and see what they want to do." Alexandra responds.

 

“Well, you could try heading to meet the boss at lunch break and might have time for both. Or you might just end up missing the rest of the workday. Who knows.” Abel voiced his thoughts, coming in time with background noise being heard, apparently having switched to speaker.

“Well..here’s the thing. I don’t know if it would be okay to bring a bunch of people they don’t know. Just one is still kind of pushing it.”

“You’re all just a bunch of edgelords anyway. What are you going to say that’ll be helpful? “Harder daddy!I’ll be a good girl!”

His tones actually sounded more playful that condescending to her for a change.

“I never-

“We can start.”

“Don’t get like that, while the speaker is on, you ass!”

“Then don’t come by my place if you didn-your break should be over soon shouldn’t, Alexandra? We...got a situation to sort out before she goes back to trying to kill me again. So we’ll deal with that. You do what you gotta do.”

The phone on their end clicked off.

 

Alexandra sighs, putting away her phone. She gets ready for her next class and takes it. Assuming that nothing went wrong, when the lunchtime bell rings, she goes out to find the desperate teacher from before, realising that it would be rude to bail on him when she did promise to get lunch with him.

 

'Wow, yeah, you're right,' Jack smiled at seeing the picture, 'She's really beautiful. Thanks, Heather, I'll leave you alone to text with your friends.'

Jack went back to his room, checking his phone for any messages or contacts that might've been added.

 

After the apparently close pair hangs up, Alexandra can see the message from Damien, asking to give things more tine, but classes are already rolling in before she can craft a response.

She finds Robert where she expected him to be, and he looks a little surprised to see her and not make any sudden changes in plans at the last second. “Hey...I know that look. I don’t know if you want me to pry, but are you alright? You look...conflicted.”

 

Jack can’t find anything out of the ordinary in his contacts, him just now realizing he never exchanged numbers with Alexandra or Laya either. The only thing he had some contact with was barely coherent at it’s finest moments. All of his friends and family were still added to his phone, but nothing stood out that gave any helpful clues.

His sister had gotten up however and had followed him to his room to stare. “You already deleted her number, didn’t you?..ugh. Copy it from mine. But seriously. The only way things will work is if you properly commit.” Still misunderstanding the situation, she presented her phone to Jack so he could put the number down in his.

 

'Heather, I'm not some playboy like Trevor,' Jack protested, 'You think if a girl like that gave me the time of day, I'd delete her phone number? Hell, I'd probably keep it 'til I was thirty and hadn't heard from her in ten years.'
He took down the phone number from Heather's phone, 'Do you always exchange phone numbers and take pictures of girls you think are interested in me?' He chuckled.

 

“Mmm. That does sound about right. So you really don’t know who she is?” Heather was finally starting to come around to Jack’s insistence he really didn’t know who she was, mostly due to the fact she didn’t believe he’s be able to land any girl let alone one that was so apparently into him.

“Well we hung out for a bit and she was being awesome but...that’a really weird if you two never talked. No...like yeah. That’s seriously creepy.” Heather’s face had turned into disgust which wasn’t uncommon, but rare when it wasn’t towards Jack himself.

 

Alexandra takes a second to think of how to respond. "I'm fine, don't worry. It's just... There are two social groups that want me to join them, and I'm not sure which to pick, or whether I should pick either. They're diametrically opposed, as well, which means I don't think I can have a toe in each pond. It's not a problem, though. You said there was somewhere nice that we could go? Would you mind paying for lunch? I'm really sorry to be that girl, but there was a disaster at my neighbour's place." As she speaks, she uses her power to determine whether Robert is interested in her sexually, romantically, or if he just wants a friend.

 

'Well, I better call her to know what this is about, then,' Jack said, 'Thanks for looking out or me.'

Jack dialled Angela's number, while Heather was still there, probably curious about the situation too.

 

"Hmm. Sounds complicated. But you know...this might not be the best advice to give a grown up since it's what I tell the kids in my class. If someone is really going to pick out your friends for you, do you actually need them as your friend if they won't let you have any other ones?" Doing his best to give some input, he walked along with her to his car. Not nearly as nice as Laya's, but what someone could expect from a teacher's salary.

"Anyway, yeah. I know of a few places. Depends on what you feel like." As they drove, she tried to get a sense of his feelings. He was definitely attracted to her, but him trying to be friendly with her wasn't a front. He was really like this. It wasn't really in her powers to get an estimate of people's proper emotions, but it didn't come across as he would get too torn up about being rejected. The general feeling rested in the hopes that they could at least be friendly to each other. Interested in her, but not really looking too hard to try and make her return any of it that way.

 

Sensing that he's genuine, she warms up to Robert, making small talk and being overall quite friendly. "No, that's good advice. Thanks, Robert." She gives him a brilliant smile. "Want to get some Chinese?"