world traveller.

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“I wouldn’t call myself a stalker.” Mason replied. “It’s not like I’m following you around. I just happen to keep running into you. It’s purely coincidental.” And it was, he hadn’t been stalking her at all. It just seemed he was always in the right place at the wrong time. “No. No. No. You’re name isn’t Sarah. You keep telling me that, but I know you’re lying.” Mason hadn’t planned on revealing that information tonight. He was going to drag it out a little longer, hoping to use it against her later, but the alcohol seemed to be doing most of the talking. “Well, then what kind of girl are you?” 

Nova felt herself freeze up a little, but she wasn’t going to admit to anything. It wasn’t any of his business. It wasn’t anyone’s business. “My name is Sarah. You’re just a drunk looking for a story where there isn’t one. Sorry I couldn’t be as interesting as you want me to be.” She grabbed her drink, and looked back at him. “The kind that’s done with this conversation.”

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Mason wasn’t one to make light of any situation, he was painfully blunt, and sarcastic to a fault. “Probably. I’m not usually considered a nice guy. Just ask around. My reputation isn’t great.” He took another swig of his drink, finishing it off, before setting the empty glass on someone else’s table. “So…” He began as he pulled out a cigarette, resting it between his teeth. “What’s your name?” Mason asked, eyes watching the other intently as he lit the cigarette, inhaling the smoke. “I would normally try and guess, but you seem…” Mason expelled the smoke from his lungs, blowing it away from her, just in case she didn’t like it. “Different. A good kind of different.” He looked at her again, really looked at her. “Yeah, definitely the good kind. So, I don’t want to use any of my usual stupid playboy moves on you.” He was really doing a great job speaking out of his ass, but Mason just couldn’t seem to shut up. 

“You must be a terrible stalker if you can’t even remember my name,” Nova replied, throwing another dramatic eye roll his way. “My name is Sarah.” Tilting her head a little, looking at him as if trying to peel back all his layers and see what was going on deep down. “Well, good thing because I can’t say that they would work. I’m not sure that any sort of moves would work on me. I’m not that kind of girl.”

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Mason was about four drinks in when he saw her, the beautiful girl he kept seeing around the city but always missing. He was determined not to loose her this time. Getting up, Mason felt the alcohol hitting him just a bit more than he expected. He stumbled his first few steps, but then he regained his balance. Upon approaching her, Mason was in awe. “You’re even more beautiful up close.” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but Mason rolled with. 

Nova heard the voice before she saw him. She almost thought it was cute. Almost. Turning her body to face him, she couldn’t help but smirk. “Should I be filing a restraining order? It seems you show up whenever I’m out and about these days.” To save his dignity, she wouldn’t even address the comment.

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@noshitmason

Nova was a fan of having fun when she could. It was rare considering she was in the middle of getting her second doctorate, but hey, it was worth it. She liked learning. She liked pushing herself. This week, however, it felt as if she had pushed herself a little took much. She needed a break, and that’s exactly what she intended on taking.

She walked into the club, music pounding in her chest as she walked up to the bar. She flashed her I.D. (a fake, but a good fake) and grabbed her Jack and Coke. Slipping away, she walked towards the dance floor and started to sip from her glass. What to do first?

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Mason was getting hungry, his roommate wouldn’t be home for a while, and neither of them had been grocery shopping, so he was left to fend for himself. Deciding to go down to the House of Mouse Cafe, Mason opened the door to his apartment, fumbling around his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and his keys. Hearing a familiar voice, he looked up. Surprised to see her, the girl with a fake name, Mason replied. “Hey. Thought I might never see you again.” He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, holding it between his fingers as he spoke. 

“That makes two of us,” she said, tucking her keys into her bag and looking back at him. When he pulled out his cigarettes, she wrinkled her nose. “Really? People still smoke? I remember when I was younger that was a thing but not so much now.”

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@freemasonsmap

Nova had a long but exciting day ahead of her. Moving into a new place was always sort of a new adventure, and exploring the area was one of the best parts in her opinion. As she started to lock up the apartment, she heard footsteps. Looking up, she realized it was none other than Mason. She mentally cursed herself for choosing this complex and painted on a smile. “Well, hey there. Didn’t realize we were neighbors.”

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Mason watched as she headed off into the Civil Rights collection. It was here for a limited time and Mason had already seen it a few times, but she seemed excited to see it. “Yeah, sure.” Mason replied, sticking his hands in his pockets, and following her into the exhibit. He watched as she walked around looking at the pictures, noticing the emotion in her eyes as she looked around. Normally, Mason would just brush it off, the Civil Rights Movement was an emotional time, but as this girl looked at one photo in particular, he saw something else, a familiarity in her eyes. “Did you have family there?” Mason asked, hoping he was prying too much, but completely curious about her answer. 

“Oh, yeah. Right. That’s my great aunt... Patricia,” she said, coming up with the first name she could think of. It was a bad one but it was a name all the same. She checked her watch, shaking her head a little. “Oh, sorry I actually have a meeting... But it was nice to meet you, Mason,” she said with a nod.

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History and Art. Mason didn’t know exactly how he’d gotten so lucky, but he definitely wasn’t about to mess it up. She was incredibly beautiful, and incredibly smart, and for once in his life, Mason was at a loss for words. Is this how my dad felt when he met mom for the first time? Mason recalled the story about how his parents met, and when he glanced over at her, the girl using a fake name, well he thought maybe. “We can definitely head over that way then, it’s not too far from the Greek section in the museum.” Mason walked in a new direction, leading the way. Mason smirked at her next remark. “Well, it seems you may be right about that. I have never met anyone quite like you, with the exception of my mother of course. You actually remind me of her. Is that weird to say, considering I’ve only known you for about ten minutes?” 

As the walked, a side room caught her eye and she stopped. Apparently the museum was doing a special collection on the 60s and the Civil Rights Movement. She couldn’t help herself. “Actually... Why don’t we head in here first?” she suggested, before leading the way inside. The room was just littered with photos of protests, activists, and political leaders at the time. She could almost cry, remembering just how powerful it was to be apart of it. She walked over to one photo in particular, biting her lip. She had been there. Seen it all. “Well, I guess that depends on the sort of relationship you have with you mother?” she suggested, looking back at him with a smirk.

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Mason was genuinely impressed. He was working on his master’s degree himself, but a PhD? “That’s impressive. What areas are you studying?” Mason asked as they walked through the museum. He smirked as she mentioned Greece, clearly choosing the right way to go. “So, Greece huh? Not many women I meet, appreciate the history of Greece.” Mason’s intrigue had grown, and the more she spoke, he went from trying to catch her in a lie, to actually wanting to get to know this women. Suddenly, she wasn’t just one of his conquests, she was, well he didn’t know. Mason just knew he didn’t want her to ever stop talking. 

“Mostly European... I focus a lot on the Medieval and Renaissance eras because it allows me to also learn about my second love which is art.” She nodded a little, smiling a little to herself. “Well, most women aren’t me, I guess? And I don’t mean that in a conceited way in the slightest.”

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“No, no, no. I’m gonna help. I can help. Let me just get a napkin and I’ll help!”

“Are you sure about that? I’m really okay if you can’t.”

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Mason could tell as the girl stiffened, that she might not be one to mess with, but something about her intrigued him. “You’re a history student? I guess we have more in common than you think.” Mason smirked at her, before holding out his hand, pointing her in the direction of the museum that held all of the Greek artifacts. They were Mason’s favorite. 

“I’m on my way to getting my doctorate. yes. History has always been my favorite subject. It’s just so... Rich.” She shrugged her shoulders, clutching her hands together as they strolled down the hall. “Greece especially. The founders of democracy and philosophy.”

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Rowan had been walking by, with his earbuds playing some songs that he’d grown up listening to as both a way to block city noise as well as the voices of the ghosts who insisted on calling out from wherever they were. Except for Straight Blanchin’, never Straight Blanchin’. The songs might have been from his childhood, but even those had standards. However, someone’s lips moving caught his attention and he immediately removed one, then both earbuds. “Sorry, I only caught the tail end of what you were saying? Do you need help with something?”

“Oh, I was just asking for some help with moving some boxes, but if you’re busy, it’s no worries.” She shrugged her shoulders, leaning over to grab her box and lifting it up.

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Her first time here, Mason could use that to his advantage. “Pleasure to meet you, Sara.” Call it his impressive attention to detail, but that name seemed like a lie, one that she’d told before, so she was comfortable enough with it, that a normal person wouldn’t have noticed. However, Mason was not normal, he was OCD and detail was everything to him, especially the little details that no one else paid attention too. So, the girl lied about her name, but Mason wasn’t going to push it. He decided he’d play along, for now. People moved away and changed their names all the time. Maybe she was just a lost soul. Eventually, he’d find out, but he was in no rush to do so. He was going to enjoy figuring her out. “If you’d like I could show you around. I know this museum like the back of my hand.” 

Nova noticed him kind of giving her a once over and she instinctively pulled her shoulders back, straightening her posture. She was wary of strangers, and for good reason. She couldn’t let them see the real her or she would be in big, big trouble. Even if this path was a lonely one, it was the one she’d chosen for herself and she couldn’t lose sight of that. When he offered to show her around, she hesitated. Would it really be all that bad to talk to him for a minute? He seemed peculiar but innocent enough. “Well... just so you know, it takes an awful lot to impress a history student, so...”

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freemasonsmap:

Just because it was summer, didn’t mean that Mason could slack on his studies, so he found himself at the Calisota History Museum. His parents had been taking a lot of his attention lately, and honestly, Mason to wanted some peace and quiet. The museum was the perfect place for that. It also just happened to be Mason’s favorite place in the city. He walked around aimlessly for hours, analyzing every single artifact even though he’d seen them a hundred times. However, there was something different today. Normally, the museum was empty except for himself, the guards, and a few kids working on history reports, but today there was a girl, no a woman. She was standing over by a display, and Mason felt drawn to her. Without thinking, he walked over to her and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Mason Gates. I haven’t seen you around here before.” @atlanteantraveller

Nova, being a history student, loved all things museum. When she found oun st there was one in the city, she decided that was going to be her first tourist spot. It was smaller than some of the ones she was used to, but she liked it. It felt more... peaceful, in a sense. That was until someone came up to her, making her jump a little. “Oh... Well, this is my first time here. I just moved into town yesterday... I’m Sara Burke. Nice to meet you.”

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Nym had been watching the building, not specifically her, but just the building. Sometimes, his own illusion powers could keep him entertained for hours at a time. So many scenarios run through his head that involved distress and destruction. However, he wasn’t actually expected this girl to actually talk to him. He shrugged at her question. “I would mind.”

“Ah, so you’re an asshole. Well, at least you’re open about it. I appreciate honestly.” She shrugged, letting out a little, “hmm,” before grabbing two of her boxes.

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Happy was in the middle of eating a raspberry filled donut when they were called out to help. With half of the donut in their mouth and one hand very sticky, they saw this as a challenge and part of their civic duty to help whoever needed it. “Absolutely!” They mushed through the donut. “I only have one hand, but boy, I don’t mind sharing this donut if you want some.”

“Uh... I meant with moving the stuff upstairs. You seem kinda, uh... Busy. And I’m good. Thank you for the offer, though,” Nova said with a grin.

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Nova set down her suitcase, letting out a huff as she looked up at the apartment building, then back down at her stuff. Though she didn’t like to depend on other people, she had to admit that being a loner didn’t serve her well in a situation like this. She had too much stuff and not enough hands for it all. She noticed someone passing on the street and, against her better judgement, called out to them. “Hey! Would you mind helping me for a sec?”