but everything's just fine

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[[This is a continuation of this thread, open to magic bus people and probably anyone who happens to be walking by.]]

Kala watched Mister Barlow's hat bob a bit as he carried her.  The bus wasn't that far away now, not really.  She could almost feel it pulling at her.  In it was a warm, safe bed, a bathroom that was very nice and had pipes, but she was worried.  Not for herself, but for Mister Barlow, because it was made up of magic and it would be so bright.  She'd been stupid.  Stupid for not controlling herself.  Stupid for letting herself slip up, for not forcing herself to spar.  It hadn't been real fighting anyway.  The ship probably would have stopped them.  And they hadn't been fighting dead on, it was just a stupid surge.  One she'd managed to stop.

Now, here she was, limp as anything and being carried by Mister Barlow all the way home when he was still hurting because she'd gone and--  And tried to just about fry him.  It wasn't exactly successful, but at least she managed to heal him a little.  Kala blinked and a few tears slipped down her cheeks.  It wasn't his fault.  Not even a little.  But.

She'd...helped. 

That was worth something.

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Re: ||A Few Hours Later||

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Rising Phoenix burbled, pleased, and Kala walked in silence for awhile, thinking. Kala was the name her Da and Ma had given her, though her brother called Kali (mostly because it meant 'divine terror' or something) because he could. She wasn't sure there was another name that was her, anyway.

"Kala," she said. "It's the last thing I have left of my family."

Re: ||A Few Hours Later||

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"I knew ye'd have a good reason. Kala it is. Ye know, you two make a good pair. A regular Abbott and Costello." He smiled at the mental image of Rising Phoenix yelling 'Hey, Abbott!' at the top of her digital little voice.

Re: ||A Few Hours Later||

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Kala arched a brow, amusement flaring for a moment before she tucked it away. She had no idea what the gaft he was talking about, but it must be something funny because he was smiling. And smiling was a good thing.

For both of them.