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"Hi! I just need you to pretend like you know me." (asmilinggirl11)
Carlos looked at the young girl. “Uh... sure,” he said in a hushed voice. He looked around immediately -- was someone following her? Was she in trouble? “Call me Carlos,” he told her as an afterthought, as in his mind it’d help sell the pretense to... whoever would be observing.
"What are you staring at?" (asmilinggirl11)
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The Weatherman glanced down for a moment to acknowledge the girl beside him before returning his gaze to the horizon.
“I’m on the lookout for signs of a dust devil,” he explained, bringing up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun’s glare. “The conditions are right for one to start forming, and if that happens, we’ll need to broadcast an emergency weather report.”
"Run away." (asmilinggirl11)
Kevin was unsure of how to respond.
He had known fear once–a long, long time ago. Long before StrexCorp, and the destruction, and the becoming, and smiling; back when it felt only natural to question authority, regardless of consequence.
There was something about this situation that suggested he should be afraid. He recalled all those bodily changes that were supposed to occur: the pumping of organs, the flowing of blood, glands and sweat and tremors and muscles and blood–he could remember all of that happening, but the feeling, that mindset, was foreign to him now.
Here was his God, his Smiling God piercing him with its gaze, speaking through the veil of a child’s face, telling him to run. And he had no idea if he should obey, or if satisfaction of base curiosity was worth putting his life at risk a few seconds longer.
Eventually curiosity triumphed over obedience. Kevin smiled.
“–why?”
A Peculiar Child
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Cecil stared at the child, eyes narrowed, trying hard to maintain his features, to prevent them from showing how unsettled he was. He wasn’t afraid, no, not yet, he wasn’t certain there was truly a need to be, but he was definitely unsettled.
The radio host was not the prime specimen of a man but he was nonetheless a fully grown man; so much taller than she was, so much more capable, at least to all appearances.
It should have therefore felt ridiculous ― for heaven’s sake, it was a little girl! ― but this was a man who had stood face to face with the Devil, and the Devil had looked back at him through the dark and friendly eyes of a Beagle puppy. He knew a thing or two about the hidden dangers that concealed themselves so well in the forms of the meek and the gentle.
“Who are you really?” He asked of her, very quietly, feeling his heart pounding in his chest ― thump!, thump!, it resonated in his ears ― “What do you expect of me?”
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“Oh, I know that you’ll rebel. Humans always rebel. It’s in their nature. At least, right until I rip that urge from their silly little heads~”
Although the little girl spoke, the voice seemed to come from something far larger, far more powerful. It would be hard to not wonder whether the little girl was still in there at all.
No doubt about it. What she was speaking to was not human. It was quite possibly being that the invaders from Desert Bluffs called the Smiling God. She wasn’t sure before if such a thing actually existed, but now she stood face to warped face with it. Why it took the form of a small girl seemed ultimately irrelevant to her in this moment.
“Y-You don’t mean me, right? I’m not. . . I’m just focused on my job. Just ask Kevin. He’ll tell you.”
Under the Desert Sun
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The desert sun beats down like a bookie with brass knuckles on a john three months behind on his payments. It’s hot; hot enough to fry an egg on the pavement, and right now my niece is trying to do just that out of pure curiosity and a want for something better to do.
Cecil Palmer stood by the window and watched the heat beaten city with narrowed eyes, blue like the sky over a sea they’d never seen, his cream white hands folded behind his back. On days like today, people were scarce, and work even more so. Nobody willingly went out under the blistering desert sun if they could help it.
But not all of the people who came in search of Cecil’s help had much of a choice.
"Some Other You!" (asmilinggirl11)
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“Oh, hello!” Toby looked into the train compartment with a sheepish grin, “D’you know how much longer it’s gonna be b’fore we reach the station? I got dressed but I don’ know if we’re s’posed t’ do anything else.”
He tugged at the neckline of his wizarding robes, the fabric slipping just a touch. “M’really excited though!”
(Hogwarts!AU - Toby is an American but travels to take classes at Hogwarts)
She had tried to not draw any attention as she went into the church, hoping to secretly let SG get the energy it needed and leave. But it was hard, especially since her eyes began glowing brightly with the Light once the priestess looked at her. (asmilinggirl11)
Alberte had been doing the usual work around the church, helping people and just worshipping their god. She didn't notice the girl right away but when she did! The light was dashing! Was it a ‘regular thing’ that just happened to some children or was it something more? Alberte had to find out! “Hello, little one. Can I help you?” She tried.
