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Chapter 10 Day 6 The rest of the day
"Quite the exit there Dylan," Oscar giving Dylan a shit eating grin.
"Delta is ready to help you shut your mental pie hole." "How much did you
hear?" an embarrassed Dylan asked. "Lot of snippets, let's just say
enough to know what's going on between the two of you, not that it wasn't
apparent beforehand. Dylan I would not blame you for your feelings.
Bethany is intelligent, loving and when she tries down right hot. If I
wasn't Djinn, I would be all over her myself. Go see Delta now!"
Dylan met Delta in the living room; Delta explained that some extreme
emotion causes the psychic mechanism to override mental control
protocols. This would literally flip the on switch for telepathic
communications which in most case is not directed towards a targeted
receiver, it just go to the open air, unfortunately at times for
everyone's amusement. Dylan just needed to work on making the control
protocols stronger and require a more conscious authorization to open and
close telepathic communications. "Something as simple as I want to talk
to whomever and later I am done should help strengthen the control
protocols," Delta patiently explained.
"Delta this is the second time, my psychic abilities have caused
problems, is there any way to get ahead of it?" Dylan hopefully asked.
Delta took a moment before answering, "I am going to reach out to my Yoda
and see if there is anything else that we need to be aware of and prepare
for it.
You're starting to blow past everything I know. The range and strength of
your abilities so far are pretty scary, the spike you did yesterday is
unprecedented, from what I know it requires visual contact and that was
delivered from your subconscious. Your ability to block us from reading
your thoughts is getting better every day and when you want to talk to
Bethany privately it comes across to us like a void, we get nothing.
I know better than to ask this question because I know I won't like the
answer." Dylan already knew the question. "Yes I can hear all of your
verbal conversations in my house. I get most of Oscar's surface thoughts,
Charles I am getting around 50%, you are tougher but your nonverbal
communication helps me confirm the thoughts that I do capture."
The delivery guy has minimal psychic abilities and I couldn't shut him
out, your exercises are helping, and what baffles me is why I did get a
memory dump after I hit him with the spike and compel," Dylan paused for
answer. "I'll ask Yoda, that's all I can offer." Delta was stumped. "As
for Bethany, she must have loads of wards and or charms; she's a total
cipher to me," Dylan continued.
Delta, I want to be transparent with you on this and for now this stays
between the two of us," the spark happened, and Dylan proceeded. "Granny
didn't tell me about the medallions, I picked it up from what I am going
to call psychic echoes, it was almost like I was reading her mind while
she was writing in the notebooks. I also got some hints that she knows or
thinks she knows who behind this whole thing. But it seems like something
is preventing her from thinking about it.
The other problem which is why I didn't tell Bethany about it is I was
picking up some family secrets that I shouldn't have seen or heard. I
have a somewhat better idea of what caused the split in Bethany's family
and I don't know what to do with the knowledge. Should I tell her or keep
it quiet? Delta sighed. "If it was me I would tell her, the longer you
keep this hidden the more of a problem it's going to be for both of you.
I will ask Yoda about the echoes too."
They talked about the Aidan continuing insistence on touching the watch.
Especially now that Dylan could get images and thoughts from magical
objects. Delta was concerned that Dylan wasn't ready for something like
that and he could easily get hurt or make whoever aware of what is going
on here at the farm and worse. For now, they agreed to evaluate on a day-
by-day basis on whether or not Dylan was going to touch the watch.
Next subject was Dylan's phone calls to his kid today and the letter
explaining his disappearance. It would follow the 'Keep It Simple Stupid'
principle; a little magical charm would be added by Charles and they will
go out from Miami. The calls should just be for follow-ups to find out
what siblings got back to his kids. As for when to call his siblings,
they would consider each one on a case-by-case basis.
Delta asked to see Dylan's driver license, it showed him being 5 feet 4
inches and 130 pounds. Dylan realized that license was keeping up on the
changes, while he was thrilled with the weight loss, the losing of 4
inches was not endearing him to the transformation and he was being
clocked in at 44 year old now. Delta asked him to take off his shirt to
see how things were going above the waist. Dylan hesitated for a second
and then thought why not. Delta noticed the chest and gut were almost
flat no more chest hair, muscle was less all round, his arms and hands
were skinner and shorter.
She commented on how well everything was looking and she joked about her
attempts, the worst one being just a step above bone deep ugly and her
best coming up just short of cute. Delta told him that she thought too
much in practical terms and beauty in her mind was on the inside not what
was visible. She commented on Dylan's face, it will be very cute when it
is done but for right now it's a toss-up if you're a boy or a girl.
Dylan asked about her thoughts on how to prepare to become a female. "Let
sis take care of the styles and looks, let me be the mom I've always
wanted to be and your magical sounding board," Delta answered giddily.
"So for starters, any daughter of mine will refrain from using foul
language, so let's start there, okay?" Dylan nodded yes; he was not sure
about the first item but was very happy to have someone to bounce ideas
off of when it came to magic. Dylan put his shirt back and they continued
with the abbreviated training session working on his shielding and
meditation.
After grabbing a quick lunch Oscar and Dylan headed over to the barn.
They dragged out the supplies that they needed for the expanding and
fixing the feeding area. While the work was hard, Dylan noticed he had
more endurance, he was struggling with the heavier items, just as he had
fear, and was about say something. Oscar looked up. "Yes the strength
issue will be addressed. You're broadcasting again."
Dylan directed his mind, '(thank you, it really has me worried.)'
'(Totally understand, we're looking at some combo of strength and speed,
we're dealing with tradeoffs here. Strength uses less energy and can be
ramped up and down very fast, just more difficult to explain, and
recovery time is longer. Speed, you usually need to pick one speed and go
with it, faster energy use, and normally fewer explanations are needed,
recovery time is shorter.)' Dylan thought for a moment, '(sort of like
stay time in diving, right?)' Oscar responded, '(pretty much.)'
The work continued for another two hours with the two of them making good
progress, it was starting to get late and Dylan wanted the unused
supplies back in the barn. Oscar started to get dinner ready. Dylan made
calls to two of his kids on the porch, most of his siblings were happy
that he had come to his senses and would consider talking to him again
but most of them needed a little time. His twin sister Mara was the
exception and wanted to talk to him as soon as he could. Dylan felt
better and would probably call his sister in the evening.
His final call was to Chad, his youngest; Dylan had moved inside to his
office as it was getting cold, now that the sun was low in the sky. Chad
asked a lot of questions about how things were going on the farm. Dylan
told him things were going well and the farm would be ready to receive
the Alpacas.
The next question threw Dylan for a loop. "Dad, are you alright, I feel
like I am taking to my sister Kate?" 'Oh shit,' Dylan gasped. Dylan
coughed like he was clearing his throat and tried to make his voice go
deeper, "I've been working in the barn and it must have screwed up my
voice worse than I thought. I'll take some throat lozenges right after we
hang up."
"Okay dad, take it easy working there, make sure that guy you hired,
Oscar I think, does all of the heavy lifting and if you can take a little
time to nurse that voice of yours. Hey I got to go, Sara and I are
heading out to dinner." Chad now sounding distracted. "Will do on the
voice, don't want to make it worse, send my love to Sara," trying not to
sound like he couldn't got off the phone any faster. "Will do, alright I
am coming, bye Dad." Chad ended the call.
'That was close' Dylan thought. "Nice recovery there." Oscar walked into
the room. "Can I borrow your wedding ring again?" "Sure," as Dylan handed
the ring over to Oscar. Oscar put the ring on the phone, whispered
something, "okay, all your calls are done on this phone, going forward. I
am sorry we should have caught that earlier but your voice has been
subtlety changing and it is obvious enough for those who know you to
notice it. At this point you're going to need to sequester yourself to
here or Bethany's place, until the transformation is complete. Dylan
wholeheartedly agreed with voice and the face now far enough, he wanted
to avoid any difficult situations.
After dinner, Dylan tested the phone before calling his twin sister. The
call was initially strained but once his sister knew that Dylan's apology
was sincere, she could hear the regret in his voice, she graciously
accepted the apology, and the conversation took off from there. They
caught up with all of the family milestones and some rather juicy gossip
which surprised the both of them since Dylan normally tried to ignore it.
"So one of our kids usually drives by the place at least once a week to
see what Uncle Dylan up to and it seems that there was a lot of activity
this week, one of the kids saw you walking with a cute girl and some sort
of stud muffin, their words not mine." Dylan was now wondering, why he
thought this was a good idea to reach out to his siblings and make peace
with them before he disappeared. "The stud muffin is Oscar a temporary
helper and I am guessing they saw my neighbor Bethany."
"Michelle told me about her and she worried that you would run away with
her," Mara chided Dylan. Dylan struggled for a moment to answer, a little
pain was in his voice, "the truth be told, when Bethany expressed her
sympathies, she had been hoping to do some mother-daughter things with
Michelle." Mara hearing the pain. "We all miss her, the kindness, loving
and grace she brought to this family will truly be missed, especially
with all of the testosterone in this family. Let's face it as the senior
female in the Moore family, I needed all of the help I could get to keep
you lug heads in line."
So, switching over to Oscar, what is his status?" Dylan stared at his
phone for a moment, and then answered, "He's just a temporary handy man,
to help me get things going here." Mara tried another tack, "okay what's
his story then?" Dylan still baffled as to where this conversation was
going. "It's long story with not enough time to tell it, though he's been
a real lifesaver."
"His marital status and is it safe to assume Bethany is single," a now
annoyed Mara. Dylan now understanding. "Okay, now I see where this is
going, Bethany is single but is currently engaged in something that
leaves her little time. As for Oscar, you know it is illegal asking
marital status when hiring them. He's never volunteered anything though
he has taken a shine towards Bethany."
"Alright, some of your nieces and nephews want to come visit you this
weekend, I will not take no or can't for an answer, and that is final."
"Fine, let's make it Sunday at around 3 PM then, your hoping for a little
match-making while they're here," Dylan snapped at his sister for
trapping him. Oscar walked into the room with an extremely pained face,
just like Michelle made when the dog peed on the best carpet in the
house. "Couldn't hurt, I may just tag along for the view, thanks for
calling twin," Mara positively ecstatic at the outcome of the call.
"Yeah, sure, love you little sis," Dylan groused.
"Little sisters can be like that, mine had me do some pretty stupid
things, so you have my sympathy. I did like being called stud muffin and
having some girls fawn all over me for a couple of hours; it is quite the
ego stroke. It is safe to assume we got to feed them too." Oscar had done
a total 180 and this baffled Dylan. "Delta reminded me of who your sister
is and let's just say you can bet on her showing up on Sunday." Dylan
probed Oscar's mind and all he got was, 'oh this is going to be so much
fun.' "Should I be worried and how are we going to pass off my changes to
everyone?" queried Dylan. "We going to see how good everyone's
transformation spell works on you," Oscar replied
"Okay, next topic," Dylan started. "Do we have budget dollars to cover
Bethany's time and material cost, and I want to buy Mac Dowel's stock of
medallions, possibly get him to make some more."
"Hmm, I knew this was coming, so I feel we can handle Bethany's cost for
a while and we already owe her for the stuff that she has used to make
all of the new wards and charms. As for Mac Dowel's medallions, we'll tap
the emergency funds and we need to start thinking about getting some
income coming in."
"I've got some ideas about one-time income boost to tide us over, if
using a little magic and being discrete about it is okay." Dylan seeking
guidance. "Now for my favorite response, it depends," Oscar continued,
"win the top prize of lottery, nope, one or two levels lower that could
work. Some gambling maybe, again it depends on how much we hit the casino
per visit. An absolute no on Horse and Dog racing and we stay away from
Vegas and Atlantic City, let's just say it's a trap and leave it at
that."
Dylan and Oscar discussed the possibility of selling a service to one or
two of the local casino but it depended on the number of magical
practitioner were in the area and whether or not they using magic to make
a little money. They probably could do both, just need to be very careful
and not draw attention to the enterprise.
Dylan asked about the drop tank idea, Oscar smiled. "I think its great
idea and Bethany's idea of what they should be made of makes a lot of
sense. I am sorry but I've been sworn to secrecy and the penalty for
divulging the secret is pretty embarrassing, and something I really want
to avoid. We should have a prototype ready for you after your
transformation is done and yes we have funding for them." Oscar pleading
eyes told Dylan not to pursue it, and he let it drop.
"While we are at it, a soon-to-be girl can change her mind on something,
right?" Dylan queried. "You know my stock answer, it depends." Oscar
worried about where the conversation was going. "When we were working
outside, I was struggling with some of the bigger items and I am assuming
once the transformation is complete, the stuff I am struggling with now
will be beyond my lifting capabilities. I cannot have that; I need to be
able to lift that stuff all day long with no recharge needed during the
day." Oscar rubbed his chin. "That seems reasonable as I can't be around
here all of the time as it is and it will probably be an easier baseline
to work from as we address the bigger problem. So we will add that to the
equation too."
Dylan asked if there was anything else for today as he was looking to
work on the letter for a bit. "Sure, with the initial phone calls out of
the way, things may get quiet," was Oscar's insincere reply. Dylan gave a
rather jaundice look and shook his head. "And with that I bid adieu and
bonne nuit." Dylan made good progress on the letter but he had a nagging
feeling that it may not be necessary. Dylan didn't bother much with an
inspection that evening and for the first time in a while, just a normal
night's sleep.
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