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Post by ANASTASIA SOKOLOV on Oct 30, 2013 7:17:54 GMT -8
Anastasia didn't have time to make guesses about what Pasha was going to do. He simply raised the shield, brought it down, and then all hell broke lose. There was no question in her mind that she'd have been sent flying if she was any closer, and the ground itself seemed to buck and heave around him. It was absurd, like a special effect out of a movie, but for a brief moment, Anastasia let herself believe it was some kind of prank--that he'd hidden some kind of blasting cap, and that hitting it with the shield had set it off.
It was only for a moment though, and then Anastasia pushed the thought away. It made no sense. It made even less sense then what seemed to be the truth--magic. It felt like a dirty word in her head, having been raised on logic and sense. Magic was real though. She'd just seen it. She'd just watched the earth itself buck like a bull simply because it had been touched by a metal shield.
One hand went up, covering her eyes as she buried her face in it, struggling to process what she'd just seen. Magic. She'd seen magic, and the conspiracy was about magic, and her parents had known about magic. She forced herself to take several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Deep breathing was something she knew, and after a few minutes, she felt sane enough to try and speak, letting her hand drop to her side.
"Magic is real then. And I guess my parents... were magicians." Or whatever. "And I imagine I am." Good god, it sounded so absurd just saying it.
PASHA MIKHAYLICHENKO-MOLOTOV | MAY 8TH, 3PM |
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Post by PASHA MIKHAYLICHENKO-MOLOTOV on Nov 4, 2013 18:41:12 GMT -8
tagged: Anastasia Sokolov. time: May 8th, 3PM. speech: pasha. notes: - - -. A lot of people called it magic. Whenever they couldn’t explain a certain thing, they called it paranormal or magic. Pasha didn’t like to think he practiced ‘magic’, though. He was too much of a practical man for that. Magic was supposed to mystify, and his doing was far from it. For him, this was just another part of his life that he’d grown so used to that he now took for granted. He needed to be careful not to reveal anything to the general public, especially since he was semi-public most of the time. The general eye just couldn’t know about the ancient histories.
Pasha balanced the shield on one arm, testing its weight once again. The thing was old, and though he was well aware that it wouldn’t fail on him any time soon, he still liked to make sure. ”I wouldn’t say that it’s magic. Magic is too wishy-washy of a term to describe this.” It was less magic and more of a very particular historical science.
”Magic is only so because it can’t be explained. This all can be explained, and very thoroughly, but not for a general audience. There are certain people with access to the secret history of the world, but only certain people.” A small pause, eyeing the shield before his gaze shifted over to Anastasia. ”Your mother and father were some of those people. Me, my parents, my sister and my sons. There are a lot of people, though we’re outnumbered by the general population. With the death of your parents, you were accepted among the ranks because I promised to keep you safe if they were ever to meet some unfortunate circumstance.”
In this case, the unfortunate circumstance was their death at the hands of a creature. Anastasia would’ve been sent to Pasha whether he was in Russia or the States, because he’d made a promise to an old friend many years ago.
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Post by ANASTASIA SOKOLOV on Nov 7, 2013 6:59:32 GMT -8
Anastasia's head was reeling. Magic. Magic. She wasn't the type to swear, but the words 'fucking magic' ran through her heads several times in the minutes that followed. Even if Pasha said that it wasn't magic--that magic was a bad term that didn't explain things--that was what it was. She wasn't thinking of magic in terms of an unexplained phenomenon, but instead in the context of the ability to control nature and the earth itself--to make it act in ways contrary to how it should act. Magic rebelled against the natural order of things. It changed the direction of the winds, made the ground buck like it had been hit by the worlds tiniest earthquake.
And in that sense, it was magic. Nothing he'd told her changed that simple fact, and she gave a small little nod, hands hanging at her sides. Others might have panicked, but Anastasia had already filed it away and began to dig through her life experiences, trying to guess at how involved her parents had been. Had they even been killed by armed militants? Or had they been killed by--well, by wizards or something to do with magic?
"I have a feeling the rest of this conversation would do better back in the house." Although she wasn't regretting having brought him out there at all. Everything was a good deal clearer, and there was no more abrupt cases of doubt. Even if she'd probably have random spurts of 'that can't be right mentally', she'd keep them in her own head--no need to blurt out that Pasha was clearly pulling her leg when he'd already effectively proven he wasn't.
PASHA MIKHAYLICHENKO-MOLOTOV | MAY 8TH, 3PM |
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Post by PASHA MIKHAYLICHENKO-MOLOTOV on Nov 10, 2013 17:15:26 GMT -8
tagged: Anastasia Sokolov. time: May 8th, 3PM. speech: pasha. notes: - - -. Pasha hadn’t ever been dumbstruck by the revelation that perhaps there was a layer of history below the ones they taught in school. If he’d been Anastasia’s age and it was revealed to him, then of course he would have denied it. However, growing up and learning it just like any other history, he’d grown to accept it very quickly, adapt and branch out on it. Though his main interests still sat with the history that everybody else was taught, he had to admit that the ones of old were quite interesting as well.
Still not magic to him, just more history, but to each their own, he supposed.
Pasha took another glance around, but the park was still utterly empty. The rest of his explanations could do better back at the house, where he had various books and documents to pull out for referencing. He picked up the shield again, carrying it next to weightlessly on his arm. ”Alright, let’s go.”
This was perhaps the craziest thing to have happened to Anastasia in her life, and her parents had just died on top of that. In some senses, he was trying to be as gentle about it as possible, though he’d never been good with elegant tact. He began to head back, silent, letting it all sink in. She was free to ask her questions, though. At least he left that open to her.
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