a while, but his heart had been in
the right place. It was a strange thing to her, considering that. It wasn't
that she felt things like love really, at least she never had, but the man was
hers. Like a dog might be. She didn't feel that strongly emotionally towards
him perhaps. That still didn't mean he could be kicked without her saying
something about it.
As she drove it away, Cin shook
her head, and then paid attention to the road. It was raining out, and cold.
Not freezing yet, but it felt too close to her liking.
"If I wanted to play in the
snow, I'd move to the freaking mountains. Grrr."
For a moment she wondered if this
was actually something that Wally was doing. Not on purpose, just because he
was kind of stressed. There was no way to know it, but it felt like snow was
coming and that was wrong. It was November, in Vancouver. That just didn't
happen. Not that it really was yet. The rain that came down had a thickness to
it. It was well and truly dark, and what was coming down was slush, not
delicate crystals.
Luckily her car had good tires on
it, and she knew how to drive in the snow. That came from learning to
drive in Minnesota, originally. Before her family had moved, six years before.
So that made one person on the road that knew how to do it. She grinned,
feeling a little wickedly about the whole thing. After all, she had snow
chains, if it came to that. Unused ones, but she could make her way around,
when a lot of people would end up locked in place.
It didn't take her a long time to
get back home, and changing into something a bit dressier wasn't a long trip
for her. A black blouse, a long skirt and some make up did the trick well
enough. Her soft blonde hair wasn't too long, being around her collar, but she
spent a bit of time on it. Not because she wanted to impress anyone, in
particular, but due to the fact that normal women would.
Cin was single, and there were
going to be three fairly eligible men at the meeting with her. It was a meal
too, which drove the sense of the thing closer to being a date. A group one.
Most likely she wouldn't have to be putting out at the end, since that kind of
thing would be pretty confusing as far as who she was supposed to be with.
Proxy had been thinking she was decently cute, and seemed interested in her,
but there were two others that might be her type. If she had one.
Gravity... He was kind of an
unknown. She'd seen some pictures of him on the news, and he was good looking,
in a slightly blocky way. Not fat, but the kind of man that had a powerful jaw
line that reminded her a little of a brutish type of person. His power was
pretty neat though, being the ability to manipulate gravity. She'd seen him
fly, which clearly meant he did more than make things heavy.
The red haired man, he was odd.
His words had been strange and very different than the others. Odds were she
wasn't going to want to be around him all that much. Not because he was a bad
person. No, it was just too hard to know what he was going to pick up on.
Bridget, the tiny powerhouse, she was dangerous. Honestly, they all were, most likely. Proxy was clearly a genius for instance. He thought in math, at least part of the time, and things came
from him nearly as fast as she could track. Trying to play him would have to be
done very carefully. The leaps he'd been making... They were huge, and tended
toward being accurate. It made sense to her that he could know the future, at
least on some level.
Nothing happened after that. Not
for a long while. Really, she kind of wondered if something had happened, or if
they were just going to blow her off. That might, she considered, be the case.
The chance at a date might not be as important as doing the actual job they
came for. That might also include wanting to spend time with family, and not
some strange half cute librarian.
Just as she was about to go and
take her makeup off, her cell phone rang. The tune was the one she'd set up,
being a bit like a music
the right place. It was a strange thing to her, considering that. It wasn't
that she felt things like love really, at least she never had, but the man was
hers. Like a dog might be. She didn't feel that strongly emotionally towards
him perhaps. That still didn't mean he could be kicked without her saying
something about it.
As she drove it away, Cin shook
her head, and then paid attention to the road. It was raining out, and cold.
Not freezing yet, but it felt too close to her liking.
"If I wanted to play in the
snow, I'd move to the freaking mountains. Grrr."
For a moment she wondered if this
was actually something that Wally was doing. Not on purpose, just because he
was kind of stressed. There was no way to know it, but it felt like snow was
coming and that was wrong. It was November, in Vancouver. That just didn't
happen. Not that it really was yet. The rain that came down had a thickness to
it. It was well and truly dark, and what was coming down was slush, not
delicate crystals.
Luckily her car had good tires on
it, and she knew how to drive in the snow. That came from learning to
drive in Minnesota, originally. Before her family had moved, six years before.
So that made one person on the road that knew how to do it. She grinned,
feeling a little wickedly about the whole thing. After all, she had snow
chains, if it came to that. Unused ones, but she could make her way around,
when a lot of people would end up locked in place.
It didn't take her a long time to
get back home, and changing into something a bit dressier wasn't a long trip
for her. A black blouse, a long skirt and some make up did the trick well
enough. Her soft blonde hair wasn't too long, being around her collar, but she
spent a bit of time on it. Not because she wanted to impress anyone, in
particular, but due to the fact that normal women would.
Cin was single, and there were
going to be three fairly eligible men at the meeting with her. It was a meal
too, which drove the sense of the thing closer to being a date. A group one.
Most likely she wouldn't have to be putting out at the end, since that kind of
thing would be pretty confusing as far as who she was supposed to be with.
Proxy had been thinking she was decently cute, and seemed interested in her,
but there were two others that might be her type. If she had one.
Gravity... He was kind of an
unknown. She'd seen some pictures of him on the news, and he was good looking,
in a slightly blocky way. Not fat, but the kind of man that had a powerful jaw
line that reminded her a little of a brutish type of person. His power was
pretty neat though, being the ability to manipulate gravity. She'd seen him
fly, which clearly meant he did more than make things heavy.
The red haired man, he was odd.
His words had been strange and very different than the others. Odds were she
wasn't going to want to be around him all that much. Not because he was a bad
person. No, it was just too hard to know what he was going to pick up on.
Bridget, the tiny powerhouse, she was dangerous. Honestly, they all were, most likely. Proxy was clearly a genius for instance. He thought in math, at least part of the time, and things came
from him nearly as fast as she could track. Trying to play him would have to be
done very carefully. The leaps he'd been making... They were huge, and tended
toward being accurate. It made sense to her that he could know the future, at
least on some level.
Nothing happened after that. Not
for a long while. Really, she kind of wondered if something had happened, or if
they were just going to blow her off. That might, she considered, be the case.
The chance at a date might not be as important as doing the actual job they
came for. That might also include wanting to spend time with family, and not
some strange half cute librarian.
Just as she was about to go and
take her makeup off, her cell phone rang. The tune was the one she'd set up,
being a bit like a music
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