Selkie Lake, Sunday Afternoon

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Some days were harder than others.

Today was shaping up to be one of those hard days that Will seemed to have more often than not. Dreams of his parents had assaulted him last night, leaving him sleepless and tired. The lies, the mystery and their apparent 'deaths' had left him pretty raw inside. Being away from friends and familiarity didn't help but he was trying to trust Headmaster Rourke. Trying hard.

When he'd woken up before the sun had even decided to come up, he'd checked his tablet and found a short, succinct message from Coach Jericho.

Train. Awaken. Accept.

It was cryptic (which was typical of Coach Jericho) but something about it sent Will out into town, looking for some place to do what had been requested. The lake he found near Selkie Cove would do just fine. It took some time to set up the space for the training. He found some driftwood and liberally dropped several coins into the nooks and crannies in the weathered wood before he pushed it out into the middle of the lake.

With that done, Will tested the water. Cold but definitely not freezing like it'd be in Wisconsin. He stood on the edge of the lake and brought up his grid. The enhanced way of seeing meant he could spot rocks underneath the surface, dips and deepness within the water and the best possible way to get close to the driftwood to do his thing.

Will took about twenty steps back away from the lake before he shot forward and gained speed faster than any normal human. His feet hit the water and he caused so much surface tension that he ended up running on top of the water just as he'd hoped. He sped towards the driftwood and shot a hand out as he got closer. He pictured a nickel in his head, pictured it in his hand and used his mind to lift the coin from the driftwood and sail it several feet before it smacked into his palm as he ran by.

Then, he was back on the other side of the lake, dry and with a nickel in his hand. Now, time to do that about twenty times.

[Open place, sure. NFB on the exact nature of Will's powers for the time being but okay to say he was doing stuff around the lake! If anyone wants to witness the whole thing, that's cool with me.]

MHA Lobby, Sunday

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Everything had started, as everything always started, with a crow showing up at his window.

It wasn't like Atticus didn't know his time in Russia was coming to an end. An hour before the crow showed up, he'd scared off four faeries--well, he'd scared off two faeries after lopping the heads off of the first two to attack him--and that could only mean one thing. He opened the window just long enough to let the crow in and was greeted by the ever pleasant words of the Morrigan, Celtic Chooser of the Slain.

"Aenghus Og knows you're here. You must leave this place at once."

"Are you sure?" Atticus had asked, like he wasn't cleaning blood off of his sword, like the little house he'd been living in wasn't packed up in boxes already. "I was hoping my imminent demise could wait until after the Olympics."

The Morrigan made a noise like she was surprised that Atticus hadn't learned to not be sarcastic to a goddess of war yet. "You must leave this place," she said again. "This time, you will go where I tell you."

For a second, Atticus had genuinely considered protesting, but what good would that have done? The only choice he had anymore was to run. The next few days had been a flurry of finalized packing and plane trips to get to America, of all places. Atticus had been worried that, with all the increased security going on at airports, his brand new forged identification papers would get him into trouble--his old ones were a little too old, he couldn't pretend to be almost 40 anymore and he had a new name to boot--but he didn't have any problems. Then, he came across the causeway and started to get a feel for where the Morrigan had sent him. First of all, he wasn't happy about the island part--how was he supposed to protect himself with only one way out of town? Second, this place felt weird and more unfamiliar than Atticus remembered the general United States being, and the only thing that really made him nervous anymore was the unknown.

He'd managed to find his way to the apartments he was supposedly managing - sure, that wasn't a thing he knew how to do, but this was what he'd been told to do and every once in a long while he was capable of shutting up and listening - and moved his most important things into his new apartment. He still had a few boxes of things to drag over from where he'd had to leave his car, but for now, he was looking over all the paperwork he'd found in the manager's office and wondering if anyone, at any time, had ever kept this place organized. He hadn't had a chance to talk to the gentleman who'd been here yesterday, but he had a pretty good feeling about what, or who, had scared the poor guy off. Maybe he'd figure out what the Morrigan wanted with him here, but it wasn't likely.

[Finally omg I know. Open!]

The Perk, Sunday Morning

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Nothing said 'good sunday' like a decent cup of pitch-black coffee and a day off work. No Ralph. No other troopers. No Tiny calling her at every hour of the goddamn day. Tamsin could... well, there was actually a ton she could think of she could be doing that was better than this.

But as far as island life went, it wasn't bad.

Add in a piece of chocolate cheesecake, and it was downright tolerable.

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