08-03-2018, 06:23 PM
Aiden’s annoyance disappeared as the silhouette revealed it self to be a handsome young man. His American accent now showing through as well, “Yeah, well, I am too… sort of. Once I’m granted citizenship, though…”
He said that last bit almost to himself. It was all but guaranteed, Aiden was just waiting on the last bits of paperwork to go through the system. If everything happened the way he wanted, he could retain dual-citizenship.
The lazy fireballs disappeared as the stranger identified them. Aiden cocked an eyebrow, looking from the spot the fireballs had just been and then back to the stranger. “How can I die? What… is the Fairy Fire going to turn on me eventually?”
“And, again, how do I know this isn’t some elaborate trap? I don’t know you and I don’t know your friend, but you’re telling me it could be the difference between life and death that I go meet this second stranger? You know, American to American, we both know how bad this sounds. I know what the First Dominance used to look like… The USSR sounded like a scary place to be. How do I know the ‘secret police’ aren’t still sulking about out there? I don’t know what they’d want with me, but I am no stranger to stalkers and the like… How do I know I can trust you? Either of you?”
Aiden crossed his arms in a huff.
Somewhere in the real world, Aiden’s Cuban was still burning off to his right. He fumbled with his hand, not seeing what was before him, until he burned his index finger on the butt of the cigar. Taking a long puff of the Cuban, Aiden relaxed and looked at the strange man again, “You must realize how crazy all of this looks to me… right? Sure, you might not be the Secret Police, but how do I know this isn’t a video game or some prank?”
Edited by Aiden_Finnegan, Today, 1:12 AM.
He said that last bit almost to himself. It was all but guaranteed, Aiden was just waiting on the last bits of paperwork to go through the system. If everything happened the way he wanted, he could retain dual-citizenship.
The lazy fireballs disappeared as the stranger identified them. Aiden cocked an eyebrow, looking from the spot the fireballs had just been and then back to the stranger. “How can I die? What… is the Fairy Fire going to turn on me eventually?”
“And, again, how do I know this isn’t some elaborate trap? I don’t know you and I don’t know your friend, but you’re telling me it could be the difference between life and death that I go meet this second stranger? You know, American to American, we both know how bad this sounds. I know what the First Dominance used to look like… The USSR sounded like a scary place to be. How do I know the ‘secret police’ aren’t still sulking about out there? I don’t know what they’d want with me, but I am no stranger to stalkers and the like… How do I know I can trust you? Either of you?”
Aiden crossed his arms in a huff.
Somewhere in the real world, Aiden’s Cuban was still burning off to his right. He fumbled with his hand, not seeing what was before him, until he burned his index finger on the butt of the cigar. Taking a long puff of the Cuban, Aiden relaxed and looked at the strange man again, “You must realize how crazy all of this looks to me… right? Sure, you might not be the Secret Police, but how do I know this isn’t a video game or some prank?”
Edited by Aiden_Finnegan, Today, 1:12 AM.
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