Stage of Illusions: Chance Sighting
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xp_logsAs a teacher from the school investigates a place to put on a play with his students, an odd woman spots him from across the street.
Typically on Black Friday, a gorgeous blonde woman wouldn’t draw the stares of very many people in the northeastern United States. Just the typical girl walking down the street after a long day of shopping gaining a few glances from the men on the streets. But what made the girl walking quickly down the sidewalk stand out wasn’t just her looks, but the long line of men carrying bags and tailing directly behind her.
As she came to a cross walk, Regan Claremont turned and looked at the long line of men as they came to a halt at once and smiled. It still hadn’t been long since she had gained the use of her mutant abilities, and still she was already making good use of them. All of these men had showered her with gifts, her illusions making her appear to them as their wives or their fantasy woman, each of which willingly opened their wallets for whatever she desired. She laughed as she realized how easy this had been. What would she be able to accomplish if she got help from the mutant school in the area? She knew that she had made the right choice in investigating about the school.
It was at this moment that something caught Regan’s eye. Across the street, a figure was stepping out of a building. But not just any figure, a blue figure. One that had flooded Regan’s mind years before during the worse headache of her life. One that still haunted her memories.
Regan grimaced at the sight of the man. She thought quickly about crossing the street. Trying to find the answers to the mysteries that had haunted her mind for the last few years. But something stopped her. The long line of gentlemen were beginning to fade out of their illusions, and she had to quickly refocus to keep them her doting slaves.
As the red hand turned into a white walking figure in front of her, Regan took a quick glimpse of the streets she was on before looking down at her watch. She quickly made a decision that she would return tomorrow, without her entourage, and with a well formed plan of extracting answers from the man.
Regan smirked again. Not only did she have so many new toys trailing behind her, it looked like she may be only 24 hours away from figuring out the greatest mystery that had plagued her new life.
Typically on Black Friday, a gorgeous blonde woman wouldn’t draw the stares of very many people in the northeastern United States. Just the typical girl walking down the street after a long day of shopping gaining a few glances from the men on the streets. But what made the girl walking quickly down the sidewalk stand out wasn’t just her looks, but the long line of men carrying bags and tailing directly behind her.
As she came to a cross walk, Regan Claremont turned and looked at the long line of men as they came to a halt at once and smiled. It still hadn’t been long since she had gained the use of her mutant abilities, and still she was already making good use of them. All of these men had showered her with gifts, her illusions making her appear to them as their wives or their fantasy woman, each of which willingly opened their wallets for whatever she desired. She laughed as she realized how easy this had been. What would she be able to accomplish if she got help from the mutant school in the area? She knew that she had made the right choice in investigating about the school.
It was at this moment that something caught Regan’s eye. Across the street, a figure was stepping out of a building. But not just any figure, a blue figure. One that had flooded Regan’s mind years before during the worse headache of her life. One that still haunted her memories.
Regan grimaced at the sight of the man. She thought quickly about crossing the street. Trying to find the answers to the mysteries that had haunted her mind for the last few years. But something stopped her. The long line of gentlemen were beginning to fade out of their illusions, and she had to quickly refocus to keep them her doting slaves.
As the red hand turned into a white walking figure in front of her, Regan took a quick glimpse of the streets she was on before looking down at her watch. She quickly made a decision that she would return tomorrow, without her entourage, and with a well formed plan of extracting answers from the man.
Regan smirked again. Not only did she have so many new toys trailing behind her, it looked like she may be only 24 hours away from figuring out the greatest mystery that had plagued her new life.
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