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[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Wish...at home]

There's a Wish in the Bar.

That's statement enough for some, and yet, and yet...that indefinable air of opportunity doesn't seem to hang in the atmosphere as usaul. Far from it in fact. There's a sad and gentle weariness. Almost a depression if one could ascribe such to a being like Wish.

Work won't take the mind off things, no, Wish needs to simply exist and perhaps talk and touch reality for a time...but Wish doesn't know that. Certainly not.

Instead of mingling, Wish is folding paper and letting magic flutter upward from the cool, inhuman fingers. Origmai perhaps, jewel bright and delicate that flutters into true life. Winged things of every shape and description from humble, butterfly winged toads to the darker Demi-fey.

Companions.

Friends...for a time.

Come talk to Wish my friends.

[Keep in mind Wish appears differently for everyone. Please describe who and what you see when pinging]

Comments

[inquisitivehero]

Hank, back in his old form, blinks as he sees a familiar looking spill of hair under a cloak. A cloaked form that looks like a woman. He draws closer and speaks.

"Rachel?"

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

No Rachel ever looked up from under a hood with eyes so well known a blue, no Rachel ever let a small paper dragon fly lift from her pale fingers and have t swim to glorious life in a heartbeat.

"No Hank McCoy. Not Rachel" she spoke gently.

[inquisitivehero]

His eyes widen. She looks like... what the heck?

he tries to recover.

"Ah, my apologies. "

He swoops a bow.

"Greetings and salutations."

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

"Greetings returned dear doctor" she whispered, already busy upon another creation, jeweled eyes and wings peering from the spill og red hair and small forms clinging to her cloak.

"I did not think to see you this night"

[inquisitivehero]

He blinks.

"Ah, why not?"

He is confused. Rather a lot. He examines her.

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

"Because you are not such as would petition me I believe" she pointe dout gently, making creases and folds along crimson paper. "You are working on your desires without outside help."

[inquisitivehero]

He blinks a few times.

"Ah, I wasnt aware... who are you? Er, if I may ask."

He blinks a few more times.

"I think I am dealing, yes."

he pauses and watches her.

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

She brings the carefully folded crimson paper to her lips and smiles gently, laying a kiss upon the folds and letting the small dragon wriggle forth and wrap around her wrist "I am Wish"

[inquisitivehero]

"Thats a nie name...."

He blinks.

"Wait, as in a Wish? As in you thougth I was going to--"

He ponders that. Nods.

"A month ago, I might have."

then he sweeps her a bow again.

"A pleasure to meet you Wish."

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

"As in Wish" she confirmed, her fingers seeking another bit of gold appaer form no-where.

"I know"

[inquisitivehero]

"What are you doing, if I may ask?"

He cocks his head sideways, watching her curiously.

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

She lifted a half folded page "Folding" she stated simply. After all, the deeper meaning behind her actiosn if obvious isn't it?

Friends.

Not followers, just small comforts these creatures.

IN her sleeve a small cat with bat wings yawned, pink tongue flicking out in Hanks direction for a moment before dissapearing again.

[inquisitivehero]

He grins at the cat and watches the friends-shapes as well.

"Amazing. Fractured time-space magical distribution of reality warping on a localized scale."

His eyes are wide open.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone spots the glittering bits of paper first, flitting above the heads of the nighttime crowd. When she manages at last to trace them to their source, she freezes.

Golden hair, and skin as fresh and smooth as the dawn ...

(Lethe in thy flower)

She pushes her way through the last few that stand between them, eyes wide with shock.

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

The girl doens't look up from teh careful folding of her creations, nor does she smile, instead she simply sighs "No, not Ismene child. Be at peace Antigone"

Her glittering creations pause in their pinwheeling orbits, gazing upon teh newcomer as if guaging a threat, colors running teh spectrum gazing at her for a moment before continuing in the business of being alive.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

The words sting like a slap.

"Peace?"

She shakes her head violently. Have to be-- my sister-- you can't tell me I'm going mad--

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

She glances up, and instead of the murky grey of the sister in question, there is...silvery opal. Worlds of color swimming in her eyes, a silent testimony and nothing more as she lifted a blue paper to her lips, a bat winged cat pooling warmly to the table at teh contact and looking up at Antigone.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

She stares, and suddenly everything goes very, very silent.

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

"I am called a different word in every language Antigone. I am partial to Abhilasha, but most simply call me Wish in these times." her fingers fall gracefully to the table, shielding the small cat creation from the woman's gaze.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

"Wish," she repeats incredulously.

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

She nodded, colors rippling gently across her golden hair for a moment, a subtle shifting for a heart beat of time a reality strained against perception. "Yes, tell me, what brings you to my side?"

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone blinks, thinking she just saw-- something.

"You look like my sister," she mutters.

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

"I am many things to many people" she stated calmly, letting the small cat slip into her sleeve before drawing another sheet of paper from no where and starting to process over again.

"Had I been her...what would you have done?"

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

She scowls.

"Doesn't matter."

[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't it?" she chuckled, emerald paper folding under her careful fingers. "You did not come to me to find wonder, though I offer it..."

A few more folds and a simple butterfly rests upon her finger, lifted in offering to Antigone as it fans it's wings gently "What do you wish of the woman whom I appear to be?"