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artistwithasicknessThere was that feeling again. That stomach dropping feeling that came with changing worlds, with being deposited like trash into a new world. A city, by the sounds that assaulted the artist as she picked herself off the pavement with a heavy breath, whites of her eyes tinged with the faintest hint of red. She didn't know where she was and frankly, it didn't matter. Did it ever matter? Was it ever different?
And so, the Girl hit the streets. A peaceful story would be that she realized where she was, settled into sanity and got a job. Started paying taxes maybe, considered being normal. But Normal was so far gone, she'd never see it again. Ten plus years on the street, in worlds that didn't work the way the rest of Earth One did.
Devi barely realized that she was in the road, only dragged back into the presence of now by the angrily honked horn that was blaring in front of her, driver leaned out the window with an angry fist. He'd stopped from hitting her by mere inches, not that she noticed that either, expression only faintly confused with a tilt of her head. One slender hand turned out as she lifted off the street, her equally slender frame erupting in a faint purple aura that only a rare few special type people could see before a ball of energy spun itself into existence.
One might even call it beautiful. That was, until she lazily tossed it at the car. The orb exploded violently, the displacement of air strong enough to rock the nearby cars and break their windows.
RIP that cab driver, she supposed. "Loud as fuck, all of you," she said in a level voice, to no one in particular.
And so, the Girl hit the streets. A peaceful story would be that she realized where she was, settled into sanity and got a job. Started paying taxes maybe, considered being normal. But Normal was so far gone, she'd never see it again. Ten plus years on the street, in worlds that didn't work the way the rest of Earth One did.
Devi barely realized that she was in the road, only dragged back into the presence of now by the angrily honked horn that was blaring in front of her, driver leaned out the window with an angry fist. He'd stopped from hitting her by mere inches, not that she noticed that either, expression only faintly confused with a tilt of her head. One slender hand turned out as she lifted off the street, her equally slender frame erupting in a faint purple aura that only a rare few special type people could see before a ball of energy spun itself into existence.
One might even call it beautiful. That was, until she lazily tossed it at the car. The orb exploded violently, the displacement of air strong enough to rock the nearby cars and break their windows.
RIP that cab driver, she supposed. "Loud as fuck, all of you," she said in a level voice, to no one in particular.