If Fate is her Master...Mature

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Closing her eyes, she reached out to the stone, drawing strength from it.  Feeling invincible, she smiled a little smile of triumph.  


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"'Chahioreza', bitch," she intoned, just as the young man's fingers brushed the surface of the Muyrstone nestling in the pocket with the phone!

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The shift, or whatever you called it, was still wrenching, but gentler than the first time.  Dizzy smiled, feeling the Muyrstone's weight against her fingers as she pulled it free of the jacket pocket. She was glad to be out of the cold, and tried not to think of what she was doing to who or what was after her. As she softly closed the hotel room door behind her, she thought about how she had automatically remembered to bring the 'do not disturb' door hanger along...


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Eyes averted from the chrome walls of the elevator, Dizzy took another breath inside another body, and stilled her doubts.  She was safe for the moment, and that was all that she could do for now. When the phone in her jacket buzzed, as she had known it would, she deftly pried the back off the phone, letting the battery fall onto the bland carpet.  Time to catch a plane, she thought grimly.

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