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Day 12 - 206 - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
All Me, no apologies
Day 12 - 206
Confessions of a Three Eyed Fag Hag

Ziggy was standing by the door of my apartment. I don't think anyone knows his real name – he wanders the streets, his brain fried long ago by drugs. Usually Tracy and Gretchen give him a place to sleep, but everyone takes care of him. He's pale and fragile and his powder blue eyes never quite focus on you.

"Hey, Ziggy," I said. "What are you doing here? Want some coffee?"

He shook his head. "Magic girl. You've got the magic. The truth is the weapon."

"Zig?" Pavo came around to put his hand on his arm. "You high on something?"

"The truth is the weapon." Ziggy repeated. He swayed a little.

I opened my third eye under the glamour. Ziggy's aura was flaring and shifting.

"Oh, Cup and Staff," I said. "He's got the Sight. Only it's completely out of control."

"Magic girl sees the truth." He swayed and would have fallen if Pavo hadn't gotten under his arm and held him up
"So what everyone's thought was him tripping was the Sight?"

I got the door open. "It looks like it." I gave a groan. "Cup and Staff, Sword and Shield – there's only one way to help him; I'm going to have to call Mother."


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From: baikautsugi Date: November 13th, 2008 04:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Hurrah, more mini-nano fic! I love how the characters just keep coming one after another...

BTW - when you say "glamour", do you mean a spell? I apologize in advance for my ignorance.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: November 13th, 2008 10:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yes, that's right. I'm using a very old definition of "glamour" that means "an illusion" - Tia has a magic spell of illusion she uses to make her third eye look like a scar on her forehead.
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