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<title>Accidentia Chapter 9 by forgxtten</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;Accidentia Chapter 9- co-op by -GEMHeart- and forgxtten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;Ilia’s POV&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;I looked at Felix. “So, what did you say the woman looked like again?” He nodded and recited from memory, “She had medium-length black hair with hints of grey towards the top. She had purple eyeshadow, grey eyes, dark lipstick, she was tall with an angled frame, and, I don’t think this really matters, but she was wearing a black shawl. She didn’t say her name, though. I’d be able to recognize her if I saw her.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;I smiled at Felix. “That helps a lot.” I watched as Vivi drew something on a piece of paper, according to Felix’s description of her. She showed it to Felix, and he nodded, verifying that this was what she looked like. Vivi took a picture of the drawing and saved it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;“If anyone sees this woman,” I said, “Alert the others as fast as you can.&amp;nbsp; We need to talk to her as a group.” We quickly exchanged phone numbers so we could do this easily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;I went back to the page with the stories of the children with accidental powers. “Okay,” Vivi said, reading over my shoulder. “We have to go to France now, to see a girl named Cecily.” I looked at the tab she was reading and continued, “From these reports it seems like she has some sort of hypnosis power.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;“Good to know.” John said impatiently. “And this is all part of your everyday life?” I hesitated. “Well…” Vivi came to my aid and answered for me. “We only met each other a few days ago. And Ilia only got her power the other day. So, to answer your question, no.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;John shrugged. “So. You said we’d split up, who's group am I in?” Vivi thought for a minute. “You and Ilia should go together, since your powers can help each other. And I’ll go with Felix because… well, in case of an emergency, he could heal my wounds, I guess.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;I nodded in agreement. “So, John and I will go find Cecily, while you and Felix will look for the woman? After all, Felix recognizes her, and she probably knows him.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;We all nodded, Felix kind of anxiously, and set off our separate ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;Cecily was a younger girl than we had expected, about six or seven, standing at approximately four-foot-two. When we first caught sight of her, she was on a swing set, going back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her dog, a sheltie, was near the swing set, watching her swing as if in a trance. Suddenly, the sheltie stood up on its hind legs and went into the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;I turned to glance at John with a confused look. He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the sheltie who was coming out of the porch screen. It was carrying a bucket. The dog set the bucket down at Cecily’s feet and went back to its spot by the swing, watching it go back and forth, back and forth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;Cecily was swinging while holding the bucket. She reached a small hand in it and pulled out a tub of ice cream. “I should’ve known.” I whispered to John.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;We stood on the street, watching as the little girl ate her ice cream. After she had eaten too much for her own good, we walked up to her. “Hi!” I said, trying to sound cheerful. “Hello.” she said in a high pitched voice with a French accent. “Are you like me?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;I looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Are you special? Can you make peculiar things occur?” John nodded sadly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;“But you know what?” I asked. “We need our powers- yes, you’re magic- to do important things.” “But why?” asked the little girl. “I don’t know.” I responded. “But what I do know is that we need to go somewhere, and fast. We have our powers for a reason. I don’t know what it is, or why it’s us, or where we’re going, but what i do know is that we need you to help us. We can’t do it all alone.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333&quot;&gt;After ten minutes of explaining, John and I walked off with a new recruit, one which was most unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;Author’s note: sorry this was kinda long, and yes LLM, I put the sheltie for you.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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