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Myka Bering (agent_bering) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka’s head whipped from Claudia to Helena. Neither was saying things that were possible. Well, sort of. Myka HAD just lived through a Noir Detective novel. And Helena was from the past, sort of. And Helena had kind of invented a time machine. Just not one that transported someone physical across time.

But really, in the context of everything they’d already explained, was this really more mentally destroying. Myka leaned forward and held her head in her hand’s, pressing one palm against her eyes. That palm happened to be the hand holding her Twizzler. The press of the candy treat brought Myka back up to reality.

“Alright, okay, fine. I accept that, too. But if I find out you’re pranking me, Claudia-” The look on Myka’s face was hardly threatening. Myka could take a tasteful joke, and throwing in that fictional characters were real on top of crossing a dimension, just to see if Myka would believe it, wouldn’t be offensive to Myka at all. Oh, she would find a way to get back for something like that. But Myka wouldn’t be upset to learn Claudia was pulling her leg.

She did use her licorice wand to point at Claudia, as intimidating as that was.

“So, okay, I think I have enough to process for one night.”