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Jeremy's face blanched at the boy's next words. He had been able to overlook things the first time, but he couldn't overlook the boys words this time around. He was being rude, and there was no reason for it. Either the boy was deeply troubled by something, or used to making life difficult for others -- neither of which were a good reason to lie to Jeremy, or snap at the other man trying to be helpful. Jeremy even opened his mouth as though he was going to say something, perhaps even scold or lecture the boy, but his words were cut off by a sudden noise. <p>
A monster! <p>
He was starting to think he was cursed with bad luck. First that vampire thing back at the park, and now this -- two might not seem like bad luck to others, but to Jeremy, it was two more than he had ever wanted to deal with in his lifetime. What was going on with the planet now that monsters had to even exist in the first place? Where had they come from? And why was he letting himself worry about them in the first place? Now wasn't the time, nor the place, to wonder about the existence of monsters -- now was the time to run. <p>
Obviously the other guy had the same idea, because he pushed at Jeremy and the snarky boy to mesh with the rest of the crowd running away. Jeremy turned, briefly, to be sure the guy was coming too, but he was distracted by the boy turning to run toward the monster. What the hell was the kid's problem? Jeremy cursed his luck again, but rather than continue fleeing, he turned to chase after the boy. He had never felt a noble need to do the "right thing" like this before, but as a teacher, he would never be able to live with himself if he didn't save the boy from getting himself hurt, or worse. <p>
Jeremy wasn't sure if the other man had seen the boy run in the monster's direction, or if he had found someone else worth saving, but out of the corner of his eye he saw him toss something in the monster's direction. Pausing momentarily, and struggling to keep the crowd from pushing him away from the scene, Jeremy watched as the monster turned in the man's direction -- that definitely spelled trouble. Catching his breath, Jeremy felt anger course through him. It was strange, because he wasn't normally an angry person, or one to let his emotions get the best of him -- but this, this he couldn't seem to keep away. It was almost as though he could feel the heat of his anger... In his pocket? <p>
With a small frown, Jeremy tried to move aside from the crowd, one hand going into his pocket. A moment later he had pulled out the small crystal crescent moon he had found all those weeks ago. That was strange -- he had forgotten about it. But he must not have forgotten about it completely if he was still sticking it in his pocket every day... <p>
He brought the crystal object before him, allowing the light that caught off the gem to flash in his eyes. He couldn't quite explain it, but there was something about the crystal that called to him. He curled his hand around the crystal, his eyes closing. It was definitely like a call -- almost like a siren's call -- and without knowing how, or why, Jeremy knew exactly what to do. It was like he was no longer himself -- like someone else was taking over his body. <p>
Moving the fist with the crystal above his head, Jeremy heard himself calling out before he could stop himself. "I call upon the power of Iris!"
Even with his eyes closed, Jeremy could see the flashes of blinding light surrounding him. He could feel the warmth, too, as if he was being cocooned by the light source. He felt lightheaded, as if he was moving around, but Jeremy kept his eyes tightly shut. Moments passed, and only when the lights seemed to subside, and only when he didn't feel as if he was moving anymore, did Jeremy open his eyes. <p>
Although he thought it was himself, he didn't think it was him -- he certainly didn't look like he had a moment ago. He now wore a Roman outfit of old, colored in bronze and purple, rather than his everyday clothing. The pleated skirt, the sandals tied up to his knees, the cape, and even the crown heavy on his head, told him he wasn't himself. There were a million questions swirling in Jeremy's head, but he shook them off, knowing that once more, now was not the time or place for such questions. For whatever reason, Jeremy had just been given the opportunity to stop the monster, and he wasn't going to question it. <p>
Stepping out into the crowd, Jeremy made sure he was in the line of sight of the monster -- if he had been gifted with such a cause, then he was going to use it to the best of his ability. That would allow others the chance to get away. <p>"You!"
he called out to the monster. "I think you've done enough damage for one day." Placing his hands before him, almost in a cupping motion, Jeremy summed up a power he had never known he could possess. "Shimmering reflection!"
A bright light appeared before his hands, swirling about as Jeremy focused his attention on the monster. He couldn't say how he knew what to do, or how his powers worked, but without having to think, he found himself focusing on coming up with an image that stop the monster in its tracks -- he only hoped that it would work.
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