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Started October 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Clarence's eyes took on a distance look, "Ohio…Wait, what century is this?"

Ollie tilted his head. "Last time I checked, the twenty-first. When… are you from?"

"I'll take a fair guess and say numerous," Runner said, frowning up at the streetlight they were under.

"When are we from?" Clarence laughed coldly as Arya replied, "28th. I think."

Ollie rolled his eyes at Clarence and added, "There's gotta be something magical about this…" He knew it was pretty obvious, but he said it anyway.

"Not magical," Runner said, shaking his head. "It is something different. Much more potent."

Ollie shrugged. "Whatever it is, it's definitely not normal." He flexed his wings which began to glow a bit more.

Runner gave the half-angel an unamused look. "I don't think you're one to talk about what's normal and what isn't."

"Normalcy is stupid." Clarence grumbled.
Arya played with her gloves.

"Listen, where I'm from, things like half angel's are normal. Or least to me. But things like time travel and somehow being transported halfway across the country are not normal." Ollie crossed his arms.

Clarence raised an eyebrow, "Right."
Arya was still playing with her gloves, "What's an angel? Are they like the old stories?"

"Nah," Runner said, turning to Arya. "They're almost always big-headed. Full of God's word and this and that. Honestly, you'd think being here since the dawn of creation would have taught them a bit of humility."

"God?" Arya asked, "What's that?"

Ollie shrugged. "Sort of. They're kind of like guardians and protectors of sorts. They've also got healing powers and stuff. My dad's one."

"Somewhat like you," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "But he's able to handle his powers, being immortal and all."

Arya nodded, "The world is a strange place."

"I can handle my powers!" He protested, resisting the urge to stomp his foot childishly. A short pause. "Most of the time."

"Strange indeed," he agreed. " With so many wild, fantastical things roaming around, it would be difficult to not be strange.

"I can handle my powers!" He protested, resisting the urge to stomp his foot childishly. A short pause. "Most of the time."

"I was speaking of our associate, feathers," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Most of the time won't do you any good." Arya said, suddenly serious.

"I'm inclined to agree with the lady," he said, tapping the pan against his side.

Clarence snorted. Arya ignored her and bowed.

"Don't call me that," he grumbled. "And I agree too. I'm trying. It's harder than you would think." He was only fourteen, it wasn't his fault that he was bad at controlling his power!

Arya smiled, "Of course."
"Trying is still not succeeding but well at least you're getting there." Clarence commented.