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xp_logsJust a short drabble, a quiet like moment...
Interlude
It was easy and there was no powers involved.
The best place was the downstairs hallway leading to the music room – two stairways ended up in that area, right where the hall started, and the wood ornaments lining the wall at about midway were now dead solid thanks to the work Cain had put into them over the summer.
They would start at one end, and make their way to the other, sometimes double backing depending on the target's whim. She started with a backflip this time, and then leaned a hand on the stairwell's ramp to hop higher, a little boy laughing while he tried to land a touch and not be 'it' anymore. He was getting faster and more accurate now, ducking under her as she tucked and rolled, nearly tagging her even as she used the wall ornament to propel herself into another easy flip. Simples moves, fluid and just quick enough to stay out of the reach - most of the time.
"Alison is it!" A cry of triumph, after a not too awkward tuck and roll of his own, catching her on the end of a landing.
Alison laughed and started up the pattern again, this time following Miles down the hallway as he scrambled out of reach, going from one wall to the other.
A game of tag, a day like any other.
Interlude
It was easy and there was no powers involved.
The best place was the downstairs hallway leading to the music room – two stairways ended up in that area, right where the hall started, and the wood ornaments lining the wall at about midway were now dead solid thanks to the work Cain had put into them over the summer.
They would start at one end, and make their way to the other, sometimes double backing depending on the target's whim. She started with a backflip this time, and then leaned a hand on the stairwell's ramp to hop higher, a little boy laughing while he tried to land a touch and not be 'it' anymore. He was getting faster and more accurate now, ducking under her as she tucked and rolled, nearly tagging her even as she used the wall ornament to propel herself into another easy flip. Simples moves, fluid and just quick enough to stay out of the reach - most of the time.
"Alison is it!" A cry of triumph, after a not too awkward tuck and roll of his own, catching her on the end of a landing.
Alison laughed and started up the pattern again, this time following Miles down the hallway as he scrambled out of reach, going from one wall to the other.
A game of tag, a day like any other.
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