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techwizmmons:

Nah, I’d sooner sic Timothy on her than let her hurt you, or even come within ten feet of you with bad intentions. Maybe I could fix you up with a flying stuffed animal of your own - wait a minute, you know what? That wouldn’t be a bad idea! What’s your favorite animal again? / Kyle grins hugely, subtly trying to get Leon’s mind off of the aforementioned confrontation with the mayor. He doesn’t look comfortable reminiscing, anyway./

Brains of steel? Oh, Leon, how you flatter me so! That would seriously be the freaking coolest thing ever! Let’s do it, man, I’m totally game for solving some crimes. We could even be like Sherlock Holmes and John Watson! How great would that be? I’ll tell you, it’d be so great.

*Leon is momentarily overfilled with warmth by Kyle’s kind words, until he mentions his devious little plan.* What?! No! I barely can handle Timothy popping up behind you out of nowhere. And if you really have to know, I’m a dog person. Although, I guess I should be more on the side of cats. *His recollections of the old feline that once trailed behind him back in Oz came into his memories.*

We would need an office if we’re going to have a detective agency, and a spunky assistant to handle our dirty work.

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You angered her? The mayor? When did that happen? / Needless to say, Kyle is shocked - and maybe just a little proud, because the mayor seems like a nice enough woman to him, but he wouldn’t be surprised if she was secretly something else. The opposite. Either way, he wouldn’t have thought Leon would have angered the mayor in any way - without at least telling Kyle about it, anyway./

You think? / He grins, though at this point, it’s half-hearted, weighed down with worry. / Leon, you have a heart of pure gold, I swear. Anyway, I could probably butter him up with something, too - like automated carts. With an emergency remote control, you know, just in case.

It may have happened at during the last town party, back in christmas. *he tried to shrug the shuddering sensation that facing the Evil Queen and having survived gave him.* She was just acting exceedingly superior than always, and she brought her kid into it… I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. *being a foster kid himself, he felt sort of a… lament for the adoptive child.* Now I fear I may be captured by her secret police in the dead of night when I least expect it.

Hmm, how novelistic. With your Brains of steel, we could have our own crime solving enterprise.

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/ Kyle lets out a short sigh, bringing his arms up to return the hug tightly. He buries his face in his friend’s shoulder for a moment, before his brow furrows and he lifts his chin up to rest on it instead. / Why the mayor? What’s she done now?

Thank you, Leon. I mean that. You always know what to say - you’re amazing, you know that? Now I still feel like there’s a very distinct possibility I’m going out of my mind, butI don’t feel as bad as I did before, because there’s the off chance I still might be totally sane too! About reincarnation though - do you think Mr. Oldman would mind if I popped in and checked out some old books about it?

Huh? *He’d forgotten to mention to Kyle about his little encounter with the mayor, after she had had a little disagreement with the judge over her son’s upbringing. Somehow Leon had found the courage that night to kick the dog while she was down.* Oh, well, I may have angered the mayor in the slightest way. Let’s just say I’m glad I don’t run into her more often.

Hey, our greatest inventors were thought to be completely insane for their time. You’re just filling out the qualifications for mad scientist. *he patted Kyle in the back, throwing his arm over his shoulders. He had been unable to clear Kyle’s mind of all doubts, but at least he was calm. It was enough* And even if you end up in a rubber room, I’ll make sure to bring you your pixie stixs. I’ll ask him; he acts all huffy and grouchy at times, but he’s a soft soul on the inside.

We need minds like yours, Ender

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Well, uh, they mentioned past lives. They even said something about forgotten ones, and I don’t know what to think of that. / Kyle scrubs his face and lets out a long suffering sigh. / What’s anyone supposed to think of? I don’t know if I believe it, and if I do, does that make me even crazier?

/ He looks up and grins slightly, in spite of himself / Hey, I said ‘pretty much always right,’ didn’t I? Anyway, maybe. When we say it out loud, it all just sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo! It’s just easier if I say I’m crazy, isn’t it? / He huffs out a laugh / I don’t know, man. I feel like I don’t know anything anymore.

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Dreams. / Kyle nods in confirmation, but his brow furrows in bemusement as he watches while a strange expression flickers across Leon’s face. However, he doesn’t ask after it, too distressed to make much more of a fuss about anything else. / But she’s - the other one, they think we might have been… Or that we might even be - / He stops and instead, simply shakes his head and runs his hand over it, letting out a small laugh. / Yeah - yeah, no, of course you’re right.

That sounds like something I would do, doesn’t it? Except I don’t… well, I don’t really feel like myself these days - I’m just all confused, and something tells me all of this isn’t because of a pop-up or sleep deprivation, you know? Or maybe you don’t, because I don’t even know what it is, but something just does, and I’m really freaking out now because you’re a genius, Leon, and you’re pretty much always right - but I don’t believe that, and I trust you more than anyone. It makes total sense, so why don’t I believe you?

*The other one? He’d been so preoccupied over Kyle he’d not paid attention to his mentioning someone else. Was he speaking to others who were remembering? Were there other people who knew the truth already? And if so, could they be trusted? The more Leon made sense of it, the more it seemed like Kyle was dangerously close to the brink.* Might be what? What do you think might the be cause of this?

I understand. I do. *he wishes he could explain to Kyle properly, how sometimes he doesn’t know who he is: the orphan genius or the cowardly Lion of Oz.  It’s become less of a struggle since he remembered, but a struggle none the less. He lets out a soft laugh* I may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean I right about everything, especially when it comes to real life. Perhaps… Perhaps your mind knows something I don’t; something it hasn’t been ready to tell you yet.

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Yeah, my mom thought I should give talking to him a try when she first found out about the dreams. I don’t mind it, but I’ve been skipping out on the appointments lately - I think Archie might tell my mom if he knew how weird it was getting, you know? I haven’t told her about the recent things though. But Leon, it’s not that - it can’t be, I know it isn’t. I’m not the only one this is happening to. / He hesitates, remembering his promise to keep Morgan a secret. /

There’s always a castle, and I used to wake up right after I went inside - but something different happened this week. I stayed up for a while, but when I finally went to sleep, it was like my brain had bottled up everything it wasn’t showing me before, and then there was Camelot and this guy, and he’s the one I’ve been looking for - and suddenly I’m seeing weird people on the street! I’m seeing weird things that I usually only see in my dreams, but here, in real life, and now I can’t not sleep because it doesn’t matter, I’ll just see everything everywhere anyway! Am I crazy? Oh god, I totally sound crazy, don’t I?

Dreams? *His worry for Kyle heightens as he watches him slowly become more unsettling. At the mention of the word, the memory of how he remembered flooded back: the forest, his woolly hide, sharp claws. He’d thought he was going mad too, until he encountered Morrible, and dreams became reality.* I’m sure it’s nothing wrong with you. If you’re not the only one that’s going through it, then that’s good, okay? It’s… *How does he explain? Help? If he tries to reassure him, and he’s not remembering but truly losing his mind, he might feed his dementia; but if he shucks it off, he might regress in himself.* 

*It’s not surprising that he sees a Castle, with all the medieval and sci-fi he watches, but back home there were worlds were kingdoms ruled, where men made the Wizard look like a fool. Camelot. A name of a world turned into myth by this realm, but very much alive. He’d heard tales of it from the occasional Winkie, but he never dared visit it.* You’re not Crazy. You probably fell asleep while on the computer again, saw a castle in some pop-up, and your subconscious took it from there. And with the way you’ve been keeping yourself, to the point of exhaustion, you’ve started to see images in town. Yes, that could be it…

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You’d probably be better off calling Archie - that’s one thing. I’m not sure if you already knew this or not, but I see him sometimes and we talk. Another thing - I honestly think I’m losing my mind. It’s been a gradual process, but I really feel like I might be reaching the end of it - I’ve been seeing things, and having dreams, and it’s not normal, and I swear I’m not on drugs!

Oh. That’s totally normal. He tried helping me after what happened with my parents. He tries to help. *Although he wasn’t much help to me, he thought, Not that I wanted it.* 

What kind of dreams? It’s probably that diet of pure sugar you keep taking every night before bed. What things do you see?

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No, no, Timothy’s fine - but hey, what do you think of me adding a voice box to him somehow? Wait, no, that’s off topic - nevermind that. Okay so, first off? I want to start by saying I’ve been meaning to tell you what I’m about to tell you for a while now, but I just haven’t. Promise you won’t actually wrestle me into a strait jacket?

I don’t think the town can handle you having a talking sidekick. 

Spit it out already, before I have to call Whale on you. *He laughs nervously, but genuinely worried at his tone* I promise. Now say what’s on your mind.

Just tea today, thanks: Campus Coffee Cart

morganseaworth:

Morgan rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m trying to joke with you.” Apparently he needed to be added to the “do not joke with” list, and she made a mental note of it. “You can blame the extrovert stuff on the sudden lack of coffee, if you’d like. It’s a bit like short circuiting.”

Sidney, of course Oldman was cool with Sidney - everyone was if they wanted to avoid trouble. “Just some history, old news and things like that. I’d like the more recent things for my Journalism program, but the older things are mostly curiosity - not the type that killed the cat though.” It wasn’t exactly toning down the humor, but she hoped that would be better received.