AU OOM :Test drive 18 year old Annabelle.

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The Annabelle Newfield that stumbles into Milliways is not the Annabelle the patrons are used to. This Annabelle is 18 years old and has just, barely, survived having her brain highjacked by a no good bastard of a psychic in Cuba.

Calling her psyche a mess at this point is an understatement. Metaphysically speaking, she's crisscrossed with open, bleeding wounds. (That tends to happen when you battle mind to mind with a psychic employing brute force to puppeteer your body that doesn't particularly care if you're even alive after they're finished with you.)

But this is not the main problem. The REAL problem is that Milliways does not allow two versions of the same person to exist in the Bar at the same time. Reality shuffles itself like a deck of cards and the 'new' Annabelle gets slammed with a whole different set of 28 years worth of memories as the 'old' Annabelle ceases to exist.

Memories that don't settle properly thanks to the mess her psyche is at the moment. Oh, they're probably in there to be found.....somewhere, eventually.......maybe. Damn it.

Annabelle looks around the Bar, too shocked and disoriented to even swear for the moment.

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[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle blinks at that. "Wow, your world is messed up." Then she blushes at the realization that that wasn't the most polite thing in the world to have said.

"But, um, I'm sure it has its good points." Probably.

[leadinghome]

"It's... not messed up to everybody, all the time." That is... something? "The government just decided we are too potentially dangers to be allowed to roam free."

"They're scared of what we might do."

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Annabelle scowls at that. "I'll show them potentially dangerous," she growls.

Then, she sighs. "But I don't think I'm capable of overthrowing a government by myself." Woe.

She squeezes his hand a little. "Are you terribly....attached to your homeland?" she asks, expression serious.

[leadinghome]

"...England. No, I'm not, but, I can't leave the others." The other Freaks. "They're my only family."

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The fingers of Annabelle's other hand drum idly on the tabletop. "I wouldn't ask you to," she explains.

"Do you think that they'd be willing to relocate?" Annabelle is having an IDEA.

[leadinghome]

Blink.

Again.

"I... think so?" He is surprised that someone would just offer shelter like that.

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Annabelle smiles softly. "Not the first time we've had to get folks out of an ugly situation, although We're on good terms with the governments back home, generally."

The fact that she hasn't mentioned who 'We' are yet has slipped her mind.

[leadinghome]

"And... who is 'we'?" It has not slipped Connor's mind.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle is blushing, again. It's a record. "Sorry, I'm used to people knowing."

Then she smiles. "'We' would be the AEon Society. We help people, especially when the situation involves folks with more than standard human abilities."

[leadinghome]

Someone else would think it's a too-convenient meeting.

Someone else would not be an empath: it's not like someone can just lie to Connor. "It... might work for us." Being helped instead of hunted.

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Annabelle has enough trouble lying successfully to people who aren't empathic.

"Good," Annabelle says with a smile. "The tricky bit would be getting all of you here, or getting us a pathway to your universe."

[leadinghome]

"I guess it would be easier if we knew exactly how we ended here in the first place... and why only me, of all us back home."

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"It would be a lot easier," Annabelle says with a sigh. "I don't think my winding up here had anything to do with...what happened earlier."

[leadinghome]

"And we were just running... looking for a place to hide and rest a bit." Connor shakes head. "Not sure when I slept last."

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Annabelle squeezes his hand gently. "Then you should definitely rest. Going that long without any sleep can't be good for anyone."

[leadinghome]

"I... well, we all, don't need to sleep much, if we have food. Kirk is the best at it; he can go a week without sleep, then conk out for a day and be back fresh."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Sounds more intense than what some of the folks I know can do," Annabelle replies with a smile.

"Still, if you can't remember when you slept last, it's probably been way too long. Besides, we're outside of time at the moment, might as well take advantage of the situation."

[leadinghome]

"Thanks, but I burned most of that chocolate into 'stay awake', better not waste that. Besides, its quiet here and it's good to not be worried and stuff, and..." And he shuts up, blushing a bit.

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Annabelle smiles at his blush. "and you'd rather talk to me than sleep?" Annabelle guesses.

"I guess I must have made a better impression than I usually do," she adds with a small chuckle and a faint blush of her own.

[leadinghome]

Not the exact words he'd use, but... yeah, close to it. "Yeah. You do, I guess?" Sure, she is armed, but she does not feel like he should be afraid.

[aeons_crackshot]

Flirt with or seduce, perhaps?

"One fellow I rescued suggested that I'm "intimidating", especially when it comes to young men."

Annabelle shrugs helplessly. "I guess killing monsters and beating up bad guys can make me seem scary."

The fact that they might be intimidated by her looks honestly hasn't crossed her mind at all.

[leadinghome]

"You don't feel scary. Fierce, strong, yeah, but..." He knows he's very unlikely to ever end on the receiving end of her wrath.

Ever.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle's brilliant, joyful smile at his statement should probably be illegal. (There's a reason Whitely Styles once mistook her for an angel when waking up in the hospital.)

She blushes rather pink. "Thank you. That may be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

[leadinghome]

Blink.

Blink blink.

"...you're welcome?" Yes, he's surprised: why people would not be nice to her? "But its just the truth."

And an Empathic would know.

[aeons_crackshot]

It's not that people are mean to her, it's just that she tends to induce shock and awe in bystanders who see her at work. (Which are about the only people she ever meets, considering she's essentially on the clock all the time.)

"Not a truth I get exposed to very often," she says with a wry grin. "I generally meet people only after they're up to their eyeballs in weird and dangerous shit or after I've wrecked whatever evil plan they had going."