Darby Crash: Everything works in circles. Like sometimes you're doing something, and a year later you're back at the same point. You understand that? So circle one, is what we're doing now, and someday we'll probably do circle two.
(?What We Do Is Secret?)
August 13, 2012 R.S.C.
AMD Training Academy, New Haven
By the time Jay had walked halfway down the dorm hallway to his room at the AMD Training Academy, he knew someone had broken into his room. There was a new smell present, one that wasn?t usually there, one that was both oddly familiar and utterly foreign. He found himself running down the hall, ignoring the sweat and cologne and perfume and pheromones of the other Academy students. Instead, his nose sniffed at the air, focused on a peculiar mix of ozone, jasmine, vanilla, and sandlewood incense. Not surprisingly, it got stronger the closer he got to his door. Surprisingly, when he arrived at his room, the door was shut. There were no signs that the lock had been messed with. He tried the door handle, and the door was still locked. Jay breathed in deeply, and the smell he?d noticed from down the hall was still there, so strong that it almost overwhelmed him. He took a few staggering steps backwards before shaking his head vigorously. Then, he pulled his teeth back into a snarl, the hackles on his neck standing straight up, and unlocked the door. With a quick twist of the knob, he dashed into the room, growling at the intruder.
?What the hell do you think you?re doing??
?Namaste? to you too, Jay?Dreamwalker.?
A woman stood by Jay?s desk, looking over some papers he had left there haphazardly. She was dressed in a teal silk sari speckled with flecks of gold and silver. Her dark tan skin seemed to glow and shine, as if lit by some unseen light. Dark, straight black hair went down to her back, and every time Jay tried to get a closer look at her face, it seemed to shift subtly ? crow?s feet that were there one moment disappeared the next, replaced by wrinkles, and then replaced again by laugh lines. It threatened to give him a headache, so instead of looking right at her, he just looked in her general direction, gritting his teeth the whole time.
?Swapneshwari.?
Her only response to her name was a dip of a nod.
?I haven?t heard from you in years. I prayed and I prayed, and nothing. What, the werewolf thing make things too complicated for you? Washing your hands of me??
?It is?complicated, J-?
?You?re goddamn right it?s complicated!? Jay interrupted, clenching a fist. Swapneshwari didn?t flinch.
?But I am back. And I need you again.?
?Need me for what?? Jay arched an eyebrow at Swapneshwari.
?I need you to be the Dreamwalker again.?
(?What We Do Is Secret?)
August 13, 2012 R.S.C.
AMD Training Academy, New Haven
By the time Jay had walked halfway down the dorm hallway to his room at the AMD Training Academy, he knew someone had broken into his room. There was a new smell present, one that wasn?t usually there, one that was both oddly familiar and utterly foreign. He found himself running down the hall, ignoring the sweat and cologne and perfume and pheromones of the other Academy students. Instead, his nose sniffed at the air, focused on a peculiar mix of ozone, jasmine, vanilla, and sandlewood incense. Not surprisingly, it got stronger the closer he got to his door. Surprisingly, when he arrived at his room, the door was shut. There were no signs that the lock had been messed with. He tried the door handle, and the door was still locked. Jay breathed in deeply, and the smell he?d noticed from down the hall was still there, so strong that it almost overwhelmed him. He took a few staggering steps backwards before shaking his head vigorously. Then, he pulled his teeth back into a snarl, the hackles on his neck standing straight up, and unlocked the door. With a quick twist of the knob, he dashed into the room, growling at the intruder.
?What the hell do you think you?re doing??
?Namaste? to you too, Jay?Dreamwalker.?
A woman stood by Jay?s desk, looking over some papers he had left there haphazardly. She was dressed in a teal silk sari speckled with flecks of gold and silver. Her dark tan skin seemed to glow and shine, as if lit by some unseen light. Dark, straight black hair went down to her back, and every time Jay tried to get a closer look at her face, it seemed to shift subtly ? crow?s feet that were there one moment disappeared the next, replaced by wrinkles, and then replaced again by laugh lines. It threatened to give him a headache, so instead of looking right at her, he just looked in her general direction, gritting his teeth the whole time.
?Swapneshwari.?
Her only response to her name was a dip of a nod.
?I haven?t heard from you in years. I prayed and I prayed, and nothing. What, the werewolf thing make things too complicated for you? Washing your hands of me??
?It is?complicated, J-?
?You?re goddamn right it?s complicated!? Jay interrupted, clenching a fist. Swapneshwari didn?t flinch.
?But I am back. And I need you again.?
?Need me for what?? Jay arched an eyebrow at Swapneshwari.
?I need you to be the Dreamwalker again.?