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"The Medusa Mask"
Feb. 28th, 2023 09:34 am"The Medusa Mask"
(8/16-8/21/2011
I.
On a dark night in August, Jeremy Bane stood on the roof of the KDF building and gazed down thoughtfully at 38th Street. He had not been up here in more than ten years. In his fifties now, he had not changed much since he had first stepped into this building decades ago. There was some grey in the black hair, a few lines around the mouth and eyes, but he was still gaunt and energetic. He still wore all black, slacks and turtleneck and sport jacket, and he still paced with restless energy. He would always be the Dire Wolf.
At just before nine, a flare of pale blue light swirled behind him and he turned to see a small blonde woman appear. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans, with red sneakers, and a duffel bag was at her feet. Cindy Brunner had aged more than he had; her fair skin was more susceptible to the sun, her hair was shorter and more white than blonde at this point. Her dark blue eyes still gleamed with energy and enthusiasm, and she leaped to embrace Bane fiercely.
For some time, they just held each other. Then, Bane said, "Where's the telepathy?"
"Oh, that." she disengaged herself and ran her hands on the lapels of his jacket. "I tuned it way down. Studying at Tel Shai the past few years, I think my telepathy has been cranked up too high to be comfortable in the real world."
Bane studied her face thoughtfully. "It feels funny, Cin. The connection is still there, but... fainter?"
( the rest of the story )
(8/16-8/21/2011
I.
On a dark night in August, Jeremy Bane stood on the roof of the KDF building and gazed down thoughtfully at 38th Street. He had not been up here in more than ten years. In his fifties now, he had not changed much since he had first stepped into this building decades ago. There was some grey in the black hair, a few lines around the mouth and eyes, but he was still gaunt and energetic. He still wore all black, slacks and turtleneck and sport jacket, and he still paced with restless energy. He would always be the Dire Wolf.
At just before nine, a flare of pale blue light swirled behind him and he turned to see a small blonde woman appear. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans, with red sneakers, and a duffel bag was at her feet. Cindy Brunner had aged more than he had; her fair skin was more susceptible to the sun, her hair was shorter and more white than blonde at this point. Her dark blue eyes still gleamed with energy and enthusiasm, and she leaped to embrace Bane fiercely.
For some time, they just held each other. Then, Bane said, "Where's the telepathy?"
"Oh, that." she disengaged herself and ran her hands on the lapels of his jacket. "I tuned it way down. Studying at Tel Shai the past few years, I think my telepathy has been cranked up too high to be comfortable in the real world."
Bane studied her face thoughtfully. "It feels funny, Cin. The connection is still there, but... fainter?"
( the rest of the story )
