Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella" (
self_composed) wrote2012-10-01 07:09 pm
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here goes
Bella schedules an appointment at Stanford. She breezes through sixteen hours of motorcycle class, mostly by demonstrating that the instructor is redundant and wouldn't he rather teach her exotic motorcycle tricks and then just mark her as passing the course? She plays in a soccer game against a Port Angeles high school and wins. She starts driving her bike to school, and she names it Tegu after a lizard of similar coloring, because it needed a name.
On Friday evening she's due to fly out, crash in a Stanford grad student's house overnight, interview on Saturday, and fly home that evening. She bikes for the airport, black leather gold-studded saddlebags over Tegu's back wheel carrying her luggage.
On Friday evening she's due to fly out, crash in a Stanford grad student's house overnight, interview on Saturday, and fly home that evening. She bikes for the airport, black leather gold-studded saddlebags over Tegu's back wheel carrying her luggage.
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Or at least, he can't imagine how.
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She reaches the airport, and parks Tegu, and boards her plane. [Where are you at?] she asks; he wants to chase the plane, he'll be outside somewhere. [How're you planning to find my plane?]
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[Yup! Got it!]
Just for fun, he hovers outside her window.
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[Hello to you too.]
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[Hi!] he says, waving.
[So, about the breathing thing. What if I want to make it so I don't need to breathe, but I can still feel like I need to breathe?]
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He'd much rather have it work more like the healing power: make a change that always works, except while he is telling it not to. So he can safely enjoy, say, drowning, and as soon as he stops holding off the magical gas exchange, his lungs become irrelevant again; but for things like this flight, he won't be constantly distracted by the thinness of the air.
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Also, there is no way on Earth he would keep to a routine anywhere near that regular. But that's kind of beside the point.
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He double-checks the power, holding the whole thing in his head to see if it feels like he missed anything. Nope. Okay.
A hexagon disappears from his necklace, and he experimentally holds his breath.
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