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Anson Hong || 21 Senior || Addional Limbs Part of the Havens RP.

[chris-jennings]

He held the class in suspense for a moment while he watched her enter the room. The student training with the professor picked themself up from the floor, leaving the sword safely within its sheath on the matted ground. “Loitering, miss Hong? Don’t you have a lesson to go to?” Following her gaze he didn’t fail to notice that she seemed interested in the weapon they were training with. Barefooted, he turned away from her slightly to pick up the extra sword. With a lack of volunteers (as usual) he wouldn’t mind training with someone more willing but of course that was only if she was actually free. 

[ansonhong]

"No, I don’t have a lesson.” Anson immediately answered, a little thrown by the questions. She looked towards the instructor, who she now recognised as Mr Jennings. One of them. Oh. “Mr Jennings. No I don’t have anywhere else to be. I was just fascinated by the fighting. I mean the swords. They are so cool. And the movements-” She could almost see the glow emanating from her cheeks. “were also very cool.”

[chris-jennings]

“Subtle or not, there’s no way in telling whether the advice will change the future.” This was something he thought about often especially after visits from Albertelli. Frequently he questioned if any action he took to prevent murders and attacks the Precog saw actually led to preventing them. “And let’s be frank, hardly anyone takes the words of fortune cookies seriously.” 

[ansonhong]

"But if they had precognition. Wouldn’t they know if their advice would change the future?” Anson had an image of a future being shown on the surface of a pool of water and the second something changed, the ripples would show a different picture. “On second thought, that’s not probably what happens.” Anson murmured quietly.

[chris-jennings]

Seeing a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, distracted for the smallest of time, his opponent took the opportunity and struck at his legs leaving no time for the professor to look at whoever it was lurking behind the windowed door. Tutting quietly at such a dishonourable move he slammed a foot straight down onto the blunted blade, depite it being a slightly mistimed and awkwardly judged, he still managed to lock his opponent’s sword to the ground while neatly arcing his own sword round to a halting stop before the other’s neck. “Break for five.” Chris breathed out after a pause, stepping off the sword and beckoning in the face at the door. 

[ansonhong]

The sudden series of movements surprised her. Everything seemed to happen within a matter of seconds and she wasn’t able to comprehend the events that led to the end. What she was able to understand however, was that she was being summoned. Anson slowly opened the door and shuffled into the room. “Sorry for interrupting.” She murmured, her eyes flickering quickly over all the students before settling on the sheathed sword.

[elusiveeric]

Rex seemed to make no move towards Anson, instead having returned to watching her with wide eyes. Her comment though made Eric smile and he nodded, “I think so too… And his name is Rex.”

[ansonhong]

“Rex, that’s cute.” Anson nodded. She started to draw swirls in the sand, unsure as to how to proceed. Maybe she should leave. She made an aborted movement to get up.

[chris-jennings]

“Honestly, I hope not.” What a waste of a precog’s abilities. A nice sentiment though- having a precog secretly warning strangers about their futures through fortune cookies. “I’d imagine most have their hands full deciding whether to shift people’s futures or  not.” 

[ansonhong]

Shifting futures is a lot of responsibility. Writing fortune cookies sounded infinitely less stressful. And more fun. “Wouldn’t writing future changing predictions on fortune cookies be the most subtle way to use precognition?”

[chris-jennings]

Sword play was always good fun, for Chris anyway. The students always asked why they even had to study sword fighting and the answers came quite easily. One, the discipline of using swords can be applied to a lot of situations despite most people very rarely having to wield swords in a fight, two, it is not as easy as it might look. “If you’re going to actually hit me, you’re going to need to be much faster.” he pushed his opponent in the small pause, walking in a small arc around the mat, “Come on, bring it.”

[ansonhong]

Anson stood on her tiptoes, her hands clasped in front of her. She was vibrating slightly and her eyes were shining as she drank in the scene in front of her. Ever since that night she didn’t really want to think about, she had started to become more interested in defending herself. The natural way the sword had felt in her hand prompted her to peek into some fighting classes. She observed the teacher, itching to try out some of the moves herself.

[richxrdjennings-blog]

“Ugh, fortune cookies. I always get the brunt of the messages. Check this out - ‘You will go on a date with a beautiful woman. She could have done so much better.’ - clearly someone was angry when they wrote this,” Richard scoffed as he ate the cookie, and with a slight tilt of his head added, “what did you get?” 

[ansonhong]

“Fear is just excitement in need of an attitude adjustment.” Anson repeated out loud. She placed the cookie in her mouth, letting it soften a little before chewing. “They are never as interesting as I hope they will be. Yours is interesting though, if it’s true.”

[chris-jennings]

Good question but Chris had no idea. Unless she got them from a Precog he didn’t believe that these things held any truth to them. Giving a non committal shrug he attempted to vaguely ease her worries, “If they are the regular fortune cookies we get with takeaways then I doubt it. Did you get these off a Precog?”

[ansonhong]

“I got a packet of them while shopping. They were handing them out in the store. I didn’t recognise the person.” She trailed off. A little pause went by before she started again, “Would someone with that kind of talent write fortune cookies though?”

[elusiveeric]

It took him a while to get Rex back into a less agitated state mostly doing so by placing some distance between Anson and himself but it was still enough for him to hear her apologies. “Don’t be and treats wouldn’t help much,” with a small sigh as he looked at Rex, Eric eventually shook his head before adding “he’s not good with strangers right now; they scare him. I’m just trying to get him to trust me right now - only adopted him a week ago.” Her comment however about Rex did earn a smile however, “oh for sure, cute but very timid… They were surprised he even let me close in the shelter.”

[ansonhong]

Anson nodded along as if she understood. Which she did, at least she understood the dog’s point of view a little. She crouched down a little making a small motion towards the pup. “I think you’ll be very good with- for him..” Her glance shot upwards a little then skittered away, before settling on the puppy. He was very cute, she thought while staring intently at it. “What is his name?”

[elusiveeric]

The moment Rex was disturbed by Eric’s surprised jolt at almost being walked on the skittish animal he’d been soothingly speaking to let out a fearful sound and tried to shift away from the interruption. “Just- Stand still” was the only gruff comment Eric gave her for now, shifting to his knees in the sand the lead stopped Rex from going too far but Eric could already see him trembling where he lay. “Hey- Hey buddy it’s okay, it’s just me” his voice drew his dog’s attention with its softer register and Rex thankfully stopped trying to tug away giving Eric time to shuffle slowly closer until he was sat once more besides the fearful dog. Reaching a hand out for Rex to investigate first he let the dog he’d already come to feel so protective of take his own time to settle back into Eric’s side. With a sigh he looked back at who had interrupted them, vaguely recognising her from around the Institute, “is there something I can do for you Miss Hong?”

[ansonhong]

The moment Anson heard a command thrown at her general direction, she immediately ceased movement. Not that she was getting ready to run, but it was a near thing. Anson hunched her shoulders and stood as still as she could though she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Only her eyes moved. They rapidly flickered from the dog to the owner to the beach beyond. As much as she loved animals, she really had no experience interacting with them. She was almost as ready to bolt as the dog was. “I am so sorry.” Anson whispered still frozen in place. She finally looked in one direction long enough to recognise that the owner was a teacher at Nightingale Institute. She cleared a throat slightly and said in a slightly louder voice, “I am so sorry, Mr Duncan, if I had known I would have been better prepared. I mean, not that I could have been better prepared unless I had some dog treats, which I don’t. But I definit-” She cut herself off when she felt the tell tale sign of a blush rushing across her cheeks. “Um, he’s really cute?”

[kiragifarchive]

“I’ve been picking this up pretty fast - like crazy fast”

[keepstridingon]

“You are cleverly disguised as responsible adult” Zach snorted as he read that one. “Well, that one is certainly accurate.”

[ansonhong]

Anson laughed along, and began shredding the previous fortunes. “Maybe there really is a fortune teller writing these fortunes.” She teased.

[elusiveeric]

With one earbud in and the other left dangling Eric settled against the rock on the quiet part of the beach - a frequented spot for him lately, tucked away from the noise of the main area. Rex had been making slow progress over the last week, it had taken him a while to adjust to the new space he was living in but he seemed to have settled in well from what Eric could see. Each day he continued Jason’s work; taking Rex out on quiet tracks away from the noise until they reached the beach with quite a few treats being used in the process. Today was no different and was why he was now sat with Rex’s head resting in his lap softly stroking his dog’s fur in soothing motions to keep him calm in case anything, or anyone disturbed them. Looking down at the animal he smiled “y’know buddy maybe it’s selfish but I’m glad I was the one to find you. We’re quite the pair I can tell you that now.”

[ansonhong]

Anson wandered along the beach side, having fun alternating between walking in the water or walking along the sand. She didn’t usually come to the beach, instead preferring to stick to the park or the forest paths. But today something was drawing her to the peaceful seaside. Her mind was not as tranquil as the scenery however, it kept alternating between dwelling on the past and thinking of the future. Every once in a while, when her thoughts started meandering too far away, she shook her head and resolved not to think about it. It was in one of those moments when she heard a murmur. Curious, but wary she slowed down and made her way closer to where she heard the sound. She was too slow to notice the man and his dog behind a rock and walked almost over them. “Oh, oh god.” She jerked backwards and almost tripped in her haste. “I’m so sorry.”

[chris-jennings]

“One who does not speak can be certain they will not say anything embarrassing. ” Chris offered, his own father’s voice echoing comically in his head, the kind of thing the parents of the Jennings family would say constantly to their children. “It’s an old proverb… Have you been having trouble with speaking at the wrong time?”

[ansonhong]

Anson felt like she was twelve years old again, trying to peer through a fog of knowledge. Both her parents were very into old sayings that were not explained and only accepted. “I don’t think so. Maybe trouble speaking up at the right time. But anyway, these fortunes don’t mean anything.” She dismissed it before freezing, “Right?”

[keepstridingon]

“If there’s food involved I’ll always be an active volunteer” Zach grinned and proceeded to eat a cookie he’d opened. “Who knows, someone probably with a few bolts loose if they think most of these make any sort of sense.”

[ansonhong]

“Ignore all other fortunes,” Anson murmured then huffed. “Well, what was the point of all these other ones then?”

[imogenashbury]

“I don’t bother reading them anymore, even ironically. They can be scarily accurate sometimes.”

[ansonhong]

“I open them to eat the cookie. Even if it is a little strangely textured.” Anson nudged a fortune cookie over. “Want one?”

[keepstridingon]

Almost dropping the cookie he managed to save it and crack it open with a smile, “me duh. I might look like a twig but I can eat for a whole country when I want to.”

[ansonhong]

“Well if you’re offering.” Arden carefully opened another fortune. “I wonder who writes these.” She thought that it would be cool if someone with precognition wrote them.