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Irene and Stephanie glanced at each other and then shrugged. They decided not to tell her that technically one didn’t have to be a sorcerer to use a sling ring. As long as one knew the movements to open a portal, it would be all right.
“Special sling ring. Interesting.” Stephanie mumbled.
“So what’s next?” Irene asked.
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(Bump?)
(omigod i am so so sorry i thought i replied to this)
"I would need to focus on getting the portal open. First time I tried it look a day of constant work. When I opened the portal it took a couple hours. But this sling ring was designed to hold two portals to two different places at once. And I don't want to be here any longer than I have to."
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(It’s okay.)
“Yes, yes. I understand. You have a family that you want to get back to. I completely understand.” Irene said giving B a smile.
Stephanie nodded and looked at B. “Is there any way we could help? If there is, we’d love to help out. We don’t want to keep you here any longer than you need to.”
(i feel really bad, but thanks for understanding. i mean this rp is also giving me a chance to develop blythe when shes older which i love cause now i have a better idea of her character)
"I'm gonna sweat a lot." B pulled off her shirt, wearing just a sports bra and the pants she came in. This action revealed a plethora of scars, as well as fresh and healing bruises. Some of them Blythe recognised herself, having the exact same ones. Then she saw some scars on B's wrists, ones that were different to the ones on her back. B saw her staring.
"I…uh…I got really depressed when Papa and Aunt Nat died. Didn't have anyone to talk to. Dad was busy looking after Morgan and being Bucky's husband. Morgan reminded me too much of Papa so I didn't want to spend a lot of time with her. Kayla was busy off being a model and didn't have time for me. Peter was off on a school trip that Dad didn't let me go on, and he was busy fighting Beck. I was alone. But…um…you know, it might not happen to you. I don't know."
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(There’s no need to feel bad. At least, you’re getting a chance to develop Blythe when she’s older. That’s a good thing.)
Both Irene and Stephanie looked at B sadly. They knew that the death of a loved one could affect people differently. Some, after a lot therapy, would move on. Others, didn’t move on. Stuck in the moment. They felt terrible for what had happened to the older Blythe, even though they knew that they had nothing to do with it.
“Oh gosh. . .” Was the only thing Stephanie and Irene could muster.
"Turns out a lot can happen to someone who's grieving and left alone for two weeks. At least I haven't done it for a while. I have Peter now, as well as our kids. I'm…better." B sighed. "But that's not the reason I'm here. I'm not here to get more therapy. Didn't work anyway. I'm here to fix my world and get Stephanie back. And you, if I understand."
(talking to irene, i dont think b knows her name)
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Both Stephanie and Irene nodded. Now, both girls realized how important it was to get them back to their own world. And how important it was to fix B's world.
"Right. But seriously, if there's anything me and Irene can do to help with whatever you're going to do, please do tell us." Stephanie said as she glanced at Irene.
"I'm gonna get sweaty, so I'm gonna get uncomfortable. What we did when I opened the portal here was to just dump me off with water every so often, and then Callie would use her powers to dry me off." She had to think. "But you don't know Callie yet. In my world, she's 47. I didn't meet her til she was 23, and I was 24. If I remember correctly, she snapped along with me and Peter. And she would have been 16 when snapped. So she should be 16 now. And she said that she got her powers when she was 14." She looked at the others. "I need to find Callie."
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Stephanie looked at Irene, and the older girl sighed. She rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn.
"We'll help you find Callie. Could you give us her last name? It'll be a lot faster if you do, trust me. That way, we won't have to search through the possible hundreds of Callie's in New York." Irene said as she stifled another yawn.
"I think her last name's Webster? I have access to her S.H.I.E.L.D. file on my phone so I'll look it up." B pulled out her phone, sticking her tongue out slightly. It was a habit she'd gained from her own daughter Jaelyn, and she couldn't help but do it.
"Hmm….794 I think she was? Ah, yes. Yes, Callie Webster."
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Irene nodded and looked at Stephanie. “Steph?”
The girl sighed and sat down on the couch. “Go ahead and do what you’re best at. I’ll make sure they don’t arrest you for it.”
Irene smiled and left the room momentarily. She returned with her laptop and started typing furiously. Hacking. That’s was the thing that Irene was doing.
She liked to do things the dangerous way. Even if there was a easy way, she always insisted doing things the hard way. Irene was a stubborn girl, something both girls had in common.
“How long will it take?” Stephanie asked.
“Not too long. Hopefully I can get through the system without an alarm setting off.” Irene responded.
Stephanie nodded, sighed once again, leaned back into the couch and closed her eyes. She could feel it was going to be a long night.
B stepped off to the side, her helmet appearing over her face. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., report on my suit, please. I think I damaged it slightly on the journey here."
"Certainly, Blythe." There was a pause. "You suit seems to be functioning well."
"Okay, cool. Just…let me know if something goes wrong." She walked back over to the group, helmet disappearing."
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Irene typed as fast as her fingers allowed her. It took her approximately 4 minutes to hack into the system.
"You in yet?" Stephanie asked.
Irene nodded her head and scrolled through the files. "All I have to do is locate her file and we'll be able to see all of her information soon. Just give me a couple of more minutes."
"Alright, just make sure not t—"
"Dont jinx it, Steph. I know what I'm doing."
