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There's Talent,,, Then There's Talent

4/17/2015

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              "Where are the answers?  "

           "Well, that depends on the questions" Was the reply.

       So began his journey int the world of shape shifting.  To be honest it mostly illusion But the end result was the same.  People will see pretty much what they want to see.  In most cases its very easy to get them to see what you want them to see.  As I said; illusion. But as with almost every tale like this, there is a grain of truth supporting it. However, unbelievable the idea may be.

He wanted to know many things. It was my job to get him to ask the right questions.  As for him, he wouldn't know if I  was telling the truth or not. Truth be told; I'm not above telling a lie if I have to. However, I generally try to avoid it. I'm also not shyabout stretching the truth if needed.

     But I digress. Back to his questions, and my answers, and shape shifting.  I hold a very unique  place in our world. I am a master shape shifter. I can become pretty much whatever I want, whenever I want.  Yes there are other shape shifters in our world, But they have very limited power compared to mine.

      In a world filled beings that can change shape almost anytime they want, it is very unusual to find one cannot shift their shape at all.   To be perfectly blunt, he's a freak of nature, in our world. He had sought me out to answer his questions. Which I will try to  as best as I can.    I know there are many other worlds where we would be the freaks of nature, not him. There are beings  here that have a variety of other talents, shape shifting being the least of them.  I need to find out if he has other talents he's not discoverer yet. 

     And so the interview went. I sat and talked, he mostly listen. I explained to him, that although he couldn't shape shift, he looked just like the rest of us. Which was a huge blessing. He didn't exactly embrace the idea. But I think he got it. I explained to him it was not  the handicap he saw it as.  In fact it could work to his advantage.  The fact that he couldn't shape shift, would me he was less of a security risk. In the end if could mean he was able to do high security jobs one of us couldn't do,  and the like.  He slowly came around to the idea. However, I could tell, he wasn't convinced. I needed to help him find another talent no one had.  

 Suddenly he wasn't there. He just faded into the sun behind him.  I got up and looked around. he was no where to be found.  I turned around.  Just as suddenly as he'd  disappeared, he slowly reappeared  where he was sitting, The look on his face was priceless.   The look of shock  as he  realized what he had just done.  Over the next few minutes he faded out and back in several times.   It looks like he found his usual talent, 

Who needs shape shifting when you can turn invisible.

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Just Another Day The Job

4/15/2015

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       He tried to understand her, But her Dialect was almost unintelligible . But it didn't matter. Her body language spoke volumes.   Watching her talk was an adventure unto itself. It didn't really matter what she was trying to say.

    The more she talked, the less sense she made. But he didn't really care.  Her head moves almost as much as her mouth, Her  shoulders  went up and down as he moved her arms, waving them around her hands dancing in the air in front of her like a maestro directing an orchestra .  Her fingers danced almost as much as her arms.  All of this tended to create a effect of a very manic woman trying to get something very important out but being  hindered by her own  inability to slow down and focus on what she was trying to say.

    The question was what was so important ? Why was she so frantic? He could only slowly start to make out bits and pieces of what she was trying to say.

Looking at the direction from which she had come. He saw the building from she had just came from.   The airport.  Then his eyes went slowly above the top of the building.  The thick black smoke  slowly rose above the roof of the building. As it rose up higher, the winds pushed it around.  Suddenly it came to him, She wanted him to come and help with whatever was going on.  

     He had only just arrived and gotten out of his car when she approached him, talking a mile a minute, so fast her words ran together thus making her dialect that much even more pronounced. At first he couldn’t understand what had drawn her to him the second he appeared from his car. Then glancing down, He realized he had on his  porter uniform.  He had just barely arrived at the airport to begin a long shift hauling luggage around for people who more money than he’d ever see in his lifetime.   Finely able to take his eyes off her, he realized what happened.  

A airplane had crashed on a runway behind the airport tower, and all hell was breaking loose.  People were scrambling everywhere, sirens blaring and big trucks rolled, barely missing his car.  The lady grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the  building. He let himself be pulled along. Obviously there was something important she wanted him to see or do.  They managed to push their way into the building the crowd was confused and scared as she dragged through the maze of people.   There in a back corner  of a back room was a another lady.

She looked to be about the same age as the first lady.  She was sitting on the floor, One took told him he a big problem, on his hands. Aside from being scared and in pain, she was very, very pregnant. As in about to pop any minute.

    Many thing went through his mind; chief among them; “I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthin’ no baby” Then his old army training took over evaluate . determine best course of action, and then do it.  Looking around he saw a empty office with a couch,   He pointed to office and he and the lady got the other one up on her feet, and started as quickly as she could manage to the office. Once in the office they lay her on the couch.  Then it was time to settle down that talking lady,  He finally got her to understand that she should with her, while went to look for help and supplies, he’d be back as quick as possible.  Out of the office looking around in the confusion, he spotted a  storeroom. Fortunately whoever was in there last forgot to lock it. Inside he found a first aid kit, grabbed some blankets, along the way back got some bottled water, Within a very few minutes he was back.

Inside the room, the patient was in pretty bad shape, The panic lady had gotten most of her restrictive cloths off, and gotten as comfortable as she could on the couch.  Now for the hard part delivering a baby, without proper equipment or experience  or training.  As they begin the process of giving birth the rest of the world seemed to fade away for a while, they were so intent on what they were doing.  For them in that office, there was no airport, no crashed plane, no sirens and people yelling and screaming and general confusion, for the next hour.

    One hour later; they had a brand new baby boy. Both mother and her sister are doing fine and he could finally start breathing again. With a great sense of relief and pride he went to find the proper people to help take care of them.

    

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