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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 1006862" data-attributes="member: 10680">streets of BostonBoston, MassachussetsOctober 2002, around 11:30 AMThe old man watches Jason as he walks, never missing a pace while seeming to gaze straight into his soul."That is the easy part, you are doing it right now. Simply watch, and know... See all that is around you, see with the detail that only an artist's eye can appreciate. I will protect you for now, simply let yourself be immerged in the vastness of the world around you. Feel their presence, and hear their words..."The man places a firm hand on Jason's shoulder, just as he had done earlier. It feels comforting, like an anchor keeping him in place, allowing him to drift with the assurance that he won't get lost.OoC: Jason_______________________Back at Leo's homeDenver, ColoradoSaturday 12:30, October 2002As Leo walked his fast pace, his legs moving exactly thrice as fast as they would normally move, his thought were already with the walk back home. The speed of his thinking seems to match the speed of his feet, switching back and fro between counting his current paces and thinking about the way back, how he would be able to actually use less energy.While he was thinking about this, he found that his legs seemed to take on a will of their own... With each step, the distance between his feet seemed to shorten, until each pace was now only a few inches long. Leo could tell exactly what his pace distance was when the burning sun in the sky seemed to come closer and the air was getting thinner.He found himself walking stairs, taking each of the tiny rough-cut steps with exactly one pace, heaving himself up the side of a snow-topped mountain. He looked up while his feet continued his fast pace, noting a wooden structure up ahead, a chinese-style building.OoC: Leo</blockquote>

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