Log:The Search is Over

2019/11/12 Sentinel Annie 1

Wherever certain searching Sentinel's may be, there is a new blip on the scope. One CopyCat, to be precise, or at least her sparkley little energy signature. Above the city and out over the bay, even, where is it even more conspicous.

Griffin is quite naturally flying around in search of Copycat as he's mostly given up doing anything else.

He's hypervigilant for her energy signature and shifts his flight to hurl himself that way at his top flight speed without shifting into speeds that threaten the atmosphere.

He arrives with a thunder crack halting about 50m from the energy signature to appraise the situation.

She certainly looks like Copycat, still senses as her energy signature... though the reason for her being airborne is also conspicuous: a pair of white, feather wings from her shoulderblades (that may actually coordinate with the bodysuit really well, actually). Either Kat accidentally half-hugged a pigeon, fully hugged an angel, or this is only a partial facsimile. If it's the latter, she is doing both a good and terrible job at impersonation.

She smiles at the arrived Sentinel and even waves to him. "We thought you might drop by." While in Copycat's voice... yes, still the strange paradox of good/bad as far as subterfuge goes.

Griffin knows Kat can do some weird stuff but this seems new. "Who's 'We'?" He inquires, filled with worry and dread at the sight of the beautiful wings.

He hates remaining defensive if this is Kat and she's going through something but being slugged again is not an option. Its something to be absolutely on guard for. He knows leaning on his powers isn't an option with any of the slug-folk.

Angelicat drifts towards Sentinel, neither timidly nor aggressively. "We are us. You are here, so you still search. We can ease your search, show you, so you can see her." A hand is extended out in offering.

Its clear on Griffin's face that he wishes it were that simple. That the sight of someone else being her could make the ache hurt less. To feel the icy chill melt away but it just reminds him of what was lost.

"I don't want a facsimile Copycat..." Griffin says, narrowing his eyes suspecting he's being Annie'd and not seeing his love from the great beyond. "I just want her back... or to just know she's safe. If you know where she is... tell me. Otherwise, you're keeping me from finding her."

She (they?) smile warmly. Obviously an image Griffin's familiar with. "We only took this form for your search to lead you here. We would show you where she is, if you wish." Her(their) hand remains extended.

Griffin's sharp, tactical mind switches off at the offer. He reaches out taking her(their) hand willingly. "Of course I do. I don't care where she is... just take me there. Please." He pleads.

There is no slug, no tentacles, just a hand. A Copycat hand, even. Nice, warm skin (hey, where'd the glove go?) meeting his in a gentle grip. Their other hand points down to the (Sandy Bottoms) island below them, where the few dedicated tourists, workers, or others move about in the cooling season. "Look, there. Do you see her?"

Were he to do so, after a moment, there is, indeed, a 'spark.' A sudden energy signature where the was only a mundane fisherman before, and, at this low altitude, even the sudden appearance of that splotch of pink that is her hair. Perhaps she had lost her way as someone else?

Griffin looks suspicious, but in his Sentinel Suit all he has to do is 'look'.

He closes his eyes and focuses. Adjusting his hands a bit to get a better 'feel' for the energy pattern. Suddenly he beams happily, hugging her- whoever it is and not eyebeaming as he half expected. "Thank you!" He exclaims before letting go and fling straight down to her- crossing part of the gap so quickly clouds collapse out of the shocked air.

There isn't even a chance for them to tell him he's welcome, though they are content. They knew this pain of loss not long ago, and now spare another from it. They did what they promised.

Sentinel reaches out for her, ignoring everyone else- ignoring the fact that he'd often ignored such opportunites to expose their actual feelings for each other. Right now- after so much searching he ony cares that he's found her at last.

"Please tell me that's you, Kitten. I've been looking a long while." He says. He hadn't lost hope but he had lost something in the search.

Copycat looks confused and timid, neither being terribly out of the ordinary in many cases. Except at the moment, both are directed at him. Other than this, she looks, sounds, senses, and (this close) even smells like his kitten... until she backs a few nervous steps away from his reaching. "Who... who are you?"

She may not seem to recognize him at the moment, but others do.

"Hey, it's The Sentinel!"

"Yeah!"

"Can I get a selfie with you?"

The last question is startling, as the voice behind him is Copycat's. As is the previously not present energy signature.

Sentinel steps back in pained shock. He turns towards the adoring masses and waves them away. "Not right now. But I can promise to come back here later for all the signatures- I just need a moment with ..." He senses the energy signature and the voice, turning around now even more confused.

There is Copycat, bubbling with excitement and a beaming smile, practically bouncing with qPID in hand awaiting his answer. The crowds snap a few photos and, between flashes, he catches a glimpse/sense of Copycat further down the road, pushing an infant in a stroller. A jogger gives the crowd a wide berth as he continues on his run, headphones blaring an uptempo dance mix... with Copycat belting out the chorus.

Above, his helpful guide(s?) smile and fade away. They showed him the way. He won't need to search anymore. She'll be with him, now, wherever he may look.

Griffin doesn't understand. He knows that Kat has a twin sister out there- but that should be it. He's already met that /specific/ sister under dubious circumstances. Then he remembers his guide.

His head snaps up in time to see them fade out. "ANNNNNNIE!" He shouts mysteriously, likely confusing all of these lovely people who just want a picture with the man.

"Please... Back away. I've been exposed to something contagious. I can't tell what's real. Please back away." He begins repeating as he backs away, hands up very slowly towards the water in the direction he remembers it being, hoping for the best.

He'd close his eyes if he thought it would help but sensing them all... all those Kat's, it still stings the same.