((yeah sry, i don't know if thats commonly used by people outside my group of friend :S ))
"Uh, yeah, I guess..." MIchael followed after Rachel, still not convinved he had to. If this house was so dangerous, why did it seem like she made a habit of coming here to sing? But there didn't seem to be any realy danger, so he decided to just go with it. "Who else lives at your house?"
((I'm not sure, I'm part of the "outside" people who don't text at all. I only really text with my best friend (she acutaly roleplays on teenink :) ) I was thinking, what if they overheard someone talking about the prochey at her house?))
Rachel led the way through the streets keeping to allyways. "Well, my dad, my mom, my older brother and sister, then all the staft, oh and my grandparents are there right now." Rachel said.
((I don't even have a phone, so I never text, I usually just use that for emailing. And sure, that works! It just took me a minute to realize that your second sentence was referring to the RP and not your best friend XD ))
"Gee, is that all?" Michael groaned sarcastically. "I should probably tell you that I can only use my powers on one person at a time, so they'll be pretty much useless at your house. What's your plan for keeping this endeavor hush-hush?"
((Haha, I guess I wasn't very clear :) ))
Rachel flinched at his sacaism. "You won't have to use your powers. I can get you in." Rachel turned onto a large street that had grand houses and magnific lawns. Each house they passed got larger and more impressive. She stopped at the third one from the end of the street. "Here it is follow me." She slipped inside the gates to a four story building, a grand lush lawn, and behind the house were a couple of smaller ones peaking out. They snuck around the side of the lawn.
((it's fine i do that all the time :P ))
Michael whisled at the houses. "Pretty fancy, not what I would've expected. Didn't you say something about needing food?" He followed her around the side of the lawn, still a bit skeptical about her plan. It didn't seem like it was very well thought up or plausible, but he wasn't in a position to say anything, so he kept his mouth shut.
Rachel watched the back house for a moment, holding her hand up for him to stop. A man dragged a hose out of the house, his back to them. Without turning around, he went around the side of the house. Rachel imetaitly started foward, they went into a side door of the house. "Be very quiet, I know exactly where everyone is, but that doesn't mean they can't come out." Rachel snuck up the side staircase, one obiously meant for servants. Pressing a finder to her lips they passed by a room where voices were issueing from. "And so, they say that it could be anyone! How exciting is that? They could even be under our roof." Rachel paused, what tail was her grandmother telling now?
Michael tiptoed after Rachel, instinctively feeling around telepathically for the minds of others. He heard voices from a room they passed, but found that the person talking was eldery. She could probably be manipulated fairly easily, but he knew better than to underestimate people he barely knew. The old lady seemed to be saing something interesting, though, so he tried to listen to their conversation as they passed.
Rachel paused, her grandmother seemed to be talking about something she had heard, not made up. As her grandmother continued, she listen closly, "Ah, we haven't had one in so long. A prophecy that is. And to say, the people have the nerve to call it The Prochecy, like there was only one. in my day, there were loads of prochecys. Anyway, this one goes like this: The greatest two of powers shall come together, The one with the fear: the greatest rage, The one with the will: the greatest strength, All in their path will be cast aside, The greatest enemies will tremble in their wake, A plea for mercy won't be heard, A prosperous land shall be restored. Isn't that great?"
Rachel frowned, she had heard it from the townsfolk, but she was really just starting to think about it.
"You don't think.." MIchael couldn't help but whisper, putting his hands to his mouth in vain soon after. He tried to get Rachel to go further up the stairs, afraid that someone had heard his inquiry. Could that prophecy be about them? What were the chances of two people with magic powers to come together, if not by fate? Well, maybe he was just blowing this out of proportion. It's not like they were the only people in the world with powers, and theirs probably weren't the greatest powers. HIs was falliable, and hers was uncontrollable...
Rachel's eyes widened as he spoke. She gestured for him to hush and she strained her ears. Her grandmother paused for a second, then said, "I thought I heard something. must have been a rat." Rachel nodded and started up again. They came to the top and turned right in the hallway. Rachel stopped and and opened a door to a spaicous obviously mean for guests with flowers on the tabel and a plain white bed sheet. she ushered Micheal inside and shut and locked the door. She spoke quietly, "We have to talk very quietly, the walls are thin." She spoke the last part bitterly. The walls were only thin because people in the house often had their ear pressed against one.
Michael whispered, "So what now? I just stay here and pray no one comes in here?" he started pacing out of nervousness. He realized escape would be difficult from this height, and going through the side stairs was equally dangerous. "Please tell me there's more to this plan."
Rachel sighed and couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Grandmother is talking to my mom in the room down the hall and below. My dad is smoking by the fireplace in the living room. He will start to read the newspaper in half an hour. My Grandpa is flirting with the maids downstairs as the three clean the kitchen. My brother should be in his room writing and reading letters to his friends that have moved. My sister will be in her room having coaxed Ben in there. Geranle is tending to the garden, Ally, Mary, and Sue are in the kitchen, Wendal will be in the dining room polishing silver. All the other servants have retiared to bed or gone home. The only person who varies in their schedual besides me is Harper the cook. He'll be wandering the halls." Rachel paused looking over at Micheal, "I know exactly where everyone is in this house every minute of the day."
"Wow," said Michael, taken aback with surprise. "How do you know all that? Even I couldn't tell all of that, and that's kinda my thing. What, does the black smoke spy on everyone for you?" He blushed when he realized the weight of what he said. "Oops, sorry...sore subject. Ok, I'm with you on this plan 100%, you obviously know what you're doing."
Rachel flinched at the subject. "No, when you are stuck up inside a house every day with very schedual orianted people you come to know exactly where they are when. anyway we can trust Harper, he wouldn't tell anyone if he found us." Rachel sat on the bed, head in her hands, it had been a stressful day and she brought a stranger into her house.
"You ok?" Michael said, looking seriously at Rachel. "You must be tired. It's been a long day. Thanks again...for everything. I really appreciate your help, how much you're risking for me..." He sat down next to her on the bed, leaning back on his hands and taking a long breath. Of course, this day had been hard on him, too, but it was still better than his days as a slave. Heck, this was pratcially a vacation compared to that.
Rachel sighed. "If I was caught doing this I'm not sure what would happen." She lay back on the bed so her legs below the knee dangled off the bed. "What about you? What is your story?" Rachel asked him, wondering.
Michael shrugged, staring at the ceiling as he retold his memories. "Grew up in a small town. Used my powers pretty freely, no one really cared. Only for little things, like making friends or getting people to do my chores. It was kinda considered witchcraft, so nobody questioned me, it was just a natural part of life. But I guess some outsider got wind of it and it leaked to the slave trade, and they snatched me up, leaving the shattered ruins of my hometown in their wake." A few tears threatened to drip down his cheeks as he remembered the pain and destruction his power had indirectly caused.
Rachel watched him sadly. She knew what it was like to have your powers destroy your life, although perhas hers hadn't gone to the extent his had. Yet. Knowing words wouldn't make a difference, Rachel simply put her hand onto of his, to show she cared and was listening.
Michael turned to her, surprised by her gesture. He looked down at her hand for a second, then brushed his tears away and stood up. "I just hope..." He murmured slowly, still forming the thoughts in his mind, "I just hope the same thing...doesn't happen to you."
Rachel nodded, knowing what he meant. It could very easily happen to her. "I hope not." Not knowing what else to say she turned back to what they overheard. "I've heard that prochey my grandmother was talking about before, but I never thought about it. Apparently, people think that there are two people out there waiting to save them."