"I had a twin. I miss him sometimes. ...all the time. I still pick up my phone to text him about weird shit from my day."

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"I had a twin. I miss him sometimes. ...all the time. I still pick up my phone to text him about weird shit from my day."
Talia
Some days, she has time. She can spare a few minutes to fight the monster, wear it down a bit. She can weaken the cosmic horror and use less magic to banish it back into whatever void it crawled out of.
Some days, there is no time. There are too many people around or there's too much at stake. Today is a rapid response day, because she sees the thing and it looks like it's about to kill someone. Its smaller, she can banish it without a fight, but it will cost more.
She doesn't hesitate to draw the blade across her skin and speak the words to send it back. The spell hits and the thing vanishes. The world swims around her, blood drips from the cut on her arm, but she focuses instead on the victim. "Are you alright?"
"Can't help you. Not a witch and not a miracle worker."
Some days, she has time. She can spare a few minutes to fight the monster, wear it down a bit. She can weaken the cosmic horror and use less magic to banish it back into whatever void it crawled out of.
Some days, there is no time. There are too many people around or there's too much at stake. Today is a rapid response day, because she sees the thing and it looks like it's about to kill someone. Its smaller, she can banish it without a fight, but it will cost more.
She doesn't hesitate to draw the blade across her skin and speak the words to send it back. The spell hits and the thing vanishes. The world swims around her, blood drips from the cut on her arm, but she focuses instead on the victim. "Are you alright?"
“Look, I’m not here to hurt you and I’m willing to do whatever I can to make you feel more comfortable. But I am here looking for something, and I need to know if you have any leads on it. Think more Lovecraftian than Bram Stoker, y’know?”
“Look, I’m not here to hurt you and I’m willing to do whatever I can to make you feel more comfortable. But I am here looking for something, and I need to know if you have any leads on it. Think more Lovecraftian than Bram Stoker, y’know?”
“Look, I’m not here to hurt you and I’m willing to do whatever I can to make you feel more comfortable. But I am here looking for something, and I need to know if you have any leads on it. Think more Lovecraftian than Bram Stoker, y’know?”
“…I’m gonna need you to show me that again. Like… I think I’ve got it, but also… no.”