strangetrip | [EP] When Real World and Comics Collide

Mack caught about ten hours of sleep total since his arrival. Unlike others that had arrived, his was due to excitement. Yes, he missed his grandfather and his friends. But the Changer world wasn't in a war any longer and he viewed this as a vacation. Besides SERIOUSLY, he got the best welcome to a weird place gift ever. No, not the toothbrush and other stuff (no offense Caroline) but what was in his egg.

He'd been given a Clip Studio EX software and a Graphic Drawing Tablet, PLUS pens and colored pencils. Mack didn't waste any time in setting up the software and trying to figure out how it worked. His first couple of attempts weren't the best, but then his character began to look like it did on the paper and he was satisfied. He stuffed everything that had been in his egg, plus he own graphic novels, comic and notepad into his backpack and headed down toward the cafe.

There was plenty of room on the table at a booth to spread out all his stuff. It wasn't busy so he didn't feel guilty about doing it. Soon he was lost in trying to transfer his comic to the tablet and thinking of new adventures of a Kitsune stuck in another world. SO TOTALLY COOL!

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"I would like to hear your story," Lillith told him and glanced over toward the counter to see if there was someone who might bring them a meal or a beverage. Kitty popped up from behind the counter and headed their way.

"Beatrycze, yes. I meet her then. When I find her in dungeons, it is first time. I did not know what my sisters did until then, either. It was..." Lillith frowned mildly and hoped the shift of her accent to her native tongue's would not disturb him. It happened often in speaking of past things. "First day of new life forever."

Mack got the concept of the first day of a new life. "I was used like your friend. Not for a sacrifice, but as a tool to get to my grandfather. I was stupid enough to think that she really wanted to teach me. I didn't see what she was really doing until it was too late."

He looked down at his hands, then lifted his gaze to Lilith with a more confident look. "But in the end we defeated her. I was the inside person and told my friends what she was planning."

"Mack, darling," Lillith said in the same tone she used to speak to Beatrycze, warm and reassuring and very certain of herself. "Whatever responsibilities you had thrust upon you, you are just a boy. Whatever happened with your grandfather and this woman who betrayed your trust, it was not because you are stupid, but because she is a liar."

And because his grandfather always kept things from him. If he had told Mack more, he might not have gone down that path, but it also might not have made a difference. Mack could be stubborn and impatient.

"She stole memories. Mind magic I guess." He didn't say that she was a kitsune. "But I have a friend that can walk through dreams and she walked through mine and helped me remember things."

Despite Lilith's kind words, Mack would always feel guilty for his part in Sakura's plan.

"If you still have memories that are missing, Molly also has mind magic and has been helping Jane with her amnesia," Lillith offered helpfully.

"It is understandable to feel guilt, as I do for what my sisters did until I learned what they had done and stopped them. Even so, I only protected Beatrycze and have not put an end to the evil they do." It was something she felt he needed to hear, and so she did not hesitate to tell him. "But if you will feel guilt, remember to also to give yourself credit for doing right in the end. And do not hold yourself alone responsible, for she was the one who stole your memories and pointed you on a dark path. Not you."

Mack filed the name Molly away to see if maybe she could help. He didn't know if he still had memories missing, but it wouldn't hurt to see.

He liked that Lilith talked to him like an adult and was honest in her past. The truth of the words and not just saying them to ease his guilt was clear in them. His friend said the same about giving himself credit for turning it around.

"Thank you. I had a friend kind of tell me the same thing, but you really understand what it feels like. It helps." Different experience but same type of guilt.

"I do understand." Very well. Perhaps too well. And it was a terrible burden for a boy of his age. She wished it was not one he carried.

"If you need to talk about any of it, you may always come find me. I am in the room 210, called Paris Violets."

"Oh, that's by me! I'm in room 206, it's called the Old Mill Room." Mack actually liked his room. "It has this mural on the wall of a mill." It was kind of girlie with the flowers but he thought it was neat it had a mural.

"That is very convenient, then." Lillith gave him a fond smile and settled one of the stories in front of her. "We shall see each other often."

And it would make keeping an eye on the boy that much simpler.

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