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<span class="mu-b">Your mind begins to bloom, as if ready to expand your powers.</span> You'll wait until you're somewhere less frigid to start focusing on your anomalous powers. You glance around the streets you're walking down.
The streets are flooded with the blurry, barely there impressions of people but as for those who exist physically? Not that many are wandering around this late. A teenager couple, a young man and woman, walk past you. You make out something about their parents being pissed at them when they return home. Both of them laugh, as if excited by the thought.
A homeless man sits near an alleyway that only has darkness pouring out of it. He already looks half dead from how frostbitten he looks. He's still smiling despite it all. You envy his ability to enjoy his situation.
A faceless Drone drags a limp body through the snowy streets. He 'looks' at you when he spots you. You wave at him. He waves at you. "GOOD DAY. I WOULD NOT REMEMBER THIS IF I WAS YOU." You nod. He nods back. A mutual understanding to forget this exchange.
A redhead woman with too many teeth stands outside a storefront with light still pouring out of it. A pale man in a butcher's outfit yells back at her. You flinch when you see a brick hit the woman directly in the head. Black blood leaks from her forehead.
"FUCK YOU TOO! YOU'RE GETTING A NEW SUPPLIER!" "LIKE I WANT A BITCH OF A HARVESTER TO HELP!" The man slams the door in her face. She storms down the streets in a huff. You don't know what that was about and you're keeping it that way.
The last person you note along your trip is a young boy standing outside in the freezing cold, right outside of a store with bright orange light pouring out of it. He's wearing a frankly silly hobo costume. Snow clumps in his blonde hair.
"WITH DEALS THESE LOW, EVEN SOMETHING LIKE ME COULD AFFORD THEM!" He can't be any older than fourteen yet he tries his best to put on a gruff, gravely voice. The voice cracks shatter the illusion but it's too wholesome to make fun of. You try to ignore the two extra heads growing from his sides. Probably just the drugs.
Wait. Deals? You step up to the young boy. "What does this store sell?" Your tongue feels weird in your mouth. You hope you don't look too silly.
"ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, MISS! HERE AT NEAL'S REAL DEALS, THE ONLY THINGS WE DON'T SELL ARE REFUNDS!" The young boy squawks with way too much energy in his voice. "OPEN 24/7, SIX DAYS A WEEK! Closed on sundays."
You look at the storefront. Well, you were looking for a place to spend some of your money and it's clearly not a sunday, though you lost track of what day it actually is. Hm. Maybe you should check later.
"Thanks." "NO PROBLEM, WEIRD LADY."
You open the door and step into the store. You're instantly hit by a rush of warm air. Sniffing at the air, you smell wood burning. Is there a fireplace in here? Huh. That's something you haven't seen in a while. You take stock of the store.