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A few hours of walking north of the Grand Canyon, there is a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a small, skinny teenager standing where nothing had been standing before. She freezes, dark eyes tracking this way and that, the quickness of the motion the only clue to her panic.
Then, a few feet away, there's a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a large, floppy bloodhound in mid-distressed bark.
A bark which rapidly transforms into a yap of contentment as it spots the girl and trots toward her, long ears flapping.
Jordan Harper grins at her dog, but it only lasts for a moment. While she scratches the creature's ears, she looks around at the desolate bit of land she landed in.
Nothing that can do this, in her experience, should or could be ignored.
Then, a few feet away, there's a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a large, floppy bloodhound in mid-distressed bark.
A bark which rapidly transforms into a yap of contentment as it spots the girl and trots toward her, long ears flapping.
Jordan Harper grins at her dog, but it only lasts for a moment. While she scratches the creature's ears, she looks around at the desolate bit of land she landed in.
Nothing that can do this, in her experience, should or could be ignored.
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Someone has decorated the tree with hundreds of mirrors, dangling on threads. Tied to each thread are numerous small slips of paper, prayers written to a god who listens.
Speaking of whom, there's Mort, watching the new arrival from his hom inside the mirrors.
"Hello there."
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And then notices the mirrors.
And then the faces inside the mirrors.
She nods a hello, gesturing to Journey (or what looks like a gesture to the god as she reaches for the handgun tucked against her spine).
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Phrased like a question, soft and curious. Jordan doesn't fake being scared well, but she's definitely unnerved.
Beside her, the bloodhound looks up at her mistress with a soft whine, before looking off at the same tree and growling a little. It's obviously in response to the change in Jordan's posture and tone more than actually being able to see anything.
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He gestures absently, and the mirrors swing with out wind.
"This world faced a great catastrophe. It near to ended. And now... it seeks people to repopulate it."
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And so far as she knows, only a trickster would think this was funny.
"Oh?"
She's going to need a lot more information before taking any action.
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"And... if I don't want to have any part of a repopulation effort?
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Mort cocks his head to one side.
"Do you think this is my ideal of a good place to hang around?"
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"You're a sentient reflection," she points out quietly, with as much gentle tact as she can muster.
How the should she know where he'd like to hang around?
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"Granted, my only areas of affection are Prophecy and Reflection, but I'd rather be dealing with them on my own world."
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This is what her mother talks about when she says Jordan has a sixth sense: from anyone else, the question would be sarcastic, or at least teasing. From Jordan, it sounds only curious, as well as carefully reminding the listener of her situation.
Because really, there's nothing proving that Mort isn't the one that brought her here in the first place.
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Now, the teenager is trekking along the desert road, having abandonned her sled along with most of her possessions whe she decided she'd be better with this back pack she found. Her spear is strapped between her back and the bag. Since she shed her leathers, it's the only object that speaks of her time in the Water Tribe.
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And Journey's collar? Well, a lot of people put weird designs on dog collars. No one needs to know that the bloodhound's happens to be special.
But she sees the girl - the dog, not Jordan. And while Journey is an exceptionally well trained hound, she also got quite a scare from the talking mirrors. She gives an excited bark and takes off.
Jordan just smiles a little and doesn't have the heart to yell. She does whistle sharply before Ai-Ling can be tackled, though, and Journey stops short and sits in front of the other girl, tail thumping thunderously on the ground.
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However, Ai-Ling isn't from one of these cultures. To her, all that happened is a strange wolf-like animal barked and charged at her. She loves animals, but if Jordan hadn't whistled, she was well prepared to defend herself from attack.
But there was a whistle, and there's not longer an animal attacking her. Ai-Ling gives Journey a suspicious look, and shares it with Jordan.
A suspicious look and a raised chin.
"Is he with you?"
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"She."
It's important.
And Journey is whiiiiiiiiiining because there's people and she wants to say hi.
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"What is she?"
It's a perfectly acceptable question whe you're used to the kind of animals Ai-Ling grew up with.
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So Jordan just smiles and approaches, because Ai-Ling hasn't told her not to. It makes Journey go nuts, though, since she still hasn't been told she can move. "A bloodhound," is the answer Jordan offers, smiling fondly at the dog as she approaches, and then looks to Ai-Ling again. "She's just excited. I won't let her jump on you."
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"Good. I don't much like being jumped on."
She frowns slightly at the name blood-hound. It doesn't sound savoury.
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She only glances at the weapon, though. Then she's smiling at her dog and looking at Ai-Ling with slightly lifted eyebrows. "She just wants you to pet her. You don't have to."
Journey whiiiiiiines and is only slightly mollified when Jordan scritches her ears.
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"Oh," she says, and unhooks her hand, holding it out tentatively to the animal's head. "I don't mind. I like animals."
Sometimes she likes to eat them, but she won't.
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...assuming Ai-Ling is human, anyway.
Journey's tail goes a mile a minute as soon as Ai-Ling reaches out toward her, excited and wriggly all over. Her massive tongue lolls out of her mouth and she grins a happy dog grin at Ai-Ling hopefully.
Jordan just grins and glances around, looking away from them. She knows her dog and knows the hound won't move unless she tells her to.
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"What's her name?"
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Jordan just smiles as she returns her gaze to Ai-Ling, apparently pleased with the question. "Journey," she replies. And, after a moment, "I'm Jordan."
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