* THE MAGE !

Let’s get this walking bread // @theprixrity

    She starts this journey weary T R A V E L E R ( before that lovely town!! ). Naturally she is skeptical in nature. When the W O R L D is decaying at substantial rates, living conditions are scarce indeed-- but people are equally sub-par. H U M I L I T Y is diminishing with each breath that’s able to be huffed. T R U S T. She recalls what it feels like to sit alongside the security of tense free situations and loving I N D I V I D U A L S. Things are drastically D I F F E R E N T now. And so the uncertain demeanor always remains. Hidden beneath doe eyes and and trembling lips, “Trust?” Can I?

    And sometimes, the most inspiring T H I N G S are plastic scented with child-like undertones. 

‘It talks. Apparently it scared some kid. It’s just a doll if you want it, El.’

    She accepted the ( essentially!! ) free G I F T and now he is perched in a C O R N E R daunting the cheesiest S M I L E that is over-saturated with unspoken I N V I T A T I O N S of friendship and imagination. But she will cross the room, positioned pretzel style and relaxed. The environment is uncomfortably S I L E N T.

    She S T A N D S in the doorway, struggles to stay S I L E N T. In fact, the moment he turns she shall C H U C K L E with delight, “Like the movie yesterday?” Do you get it? A classic, in fact: H A L L O W E E N. And just like Michael Meyers, “Murder.” She utters, attempting to play a T R I C K just as the classic character had done on screen. But she falters at the last minute, with that delighted L A U G H T E R. Ecstatic that it is her first genuine Halloween!

With Eleven no longer resisting and making a fuss, Pennywise could get a clearer picture of what was in her head. That, unfortunately, was hardly any more than IT had already gleaned. Her thoughts were short, jarred, she was an isolated and un-socialized creature that had not been fully taught her own language and could not properly make herself understood with mere words.. 

The shapeshifter was reminded of ITSELF in a way.

Her lack of vocal communication made Eleven easy for Pennywise to understand, as thought was pure and to the point while words were deceitful and difficult to decipher. The pieces fell together quickly, she had either been born in that lab she escaped, or taken there when she was very young. Eleven’s entire life had been spent in that hell trying to hone her power. How she, a human could have power of any kind was a curiosity worth investigating to Pennywise.

–Tell me what you’re capable of, Child– The clown’s back was to her, so Eleven could not see that IT’S lips did not move, but surely she could recognize that she was not the only one with power when IT repeated her thoughts back to her.

    There is a prominent form of D I S B E L I E F upon aching F E A T U R E S. Just slightly ironic given her circumstances-- the L I F E she’s lead...the only one she’s truly known. But the V O I C E is spit back, paranormal in nature at best. She seeks a certain C O M F O R T that is half present upon IT’s tendencies. T R U S T is earned, in due time. She won’t entirely succumb to anything just yet. But it shall  begin with a bare minimum A T T E M P T.

    While her composure is slowly returning to her uncertain form, the social skills are hardly existent, and her V O C A B U L A R Y is extremely limited. Therefore she shall communicate with her S T R O N G E S T suit. After all, supposedly A C T I O N S speak louder than W O R D S. Her right A R M is raised before her. It is pointed at...a very tall, brown T H I N G with multicolored H A I R in odd tufts and shapes ( a tree!! but she does not know what a tree is!! not it’s name at least!! ). A little S T R E N G T H with counted blessings, the fingers contort and that poor T H I N G is uprooted, swinging from side to side before it inevitably, drops to the G R O U N D with a blaring T H U D. Oh, how the M U D beneath them shall shake!!

    But it goes further than that. Telekinetics are step one. Step two? True sight is for later.