Snippet #2037515

" Depends," Ira says when the older girl asked her if she could change the rags. " On how descriptive you can be of what you want to wear." she continues looking the girl over. " And you should know that the clothes would look and feel real. but they aren't." she pulls at the dress she ahd made. " I'm still wearing rags, it just looks like I'm wearing nice new clothes."

Returning from the cellar a bottle of wine in his hand, Felix heard Ira explainging the basics of his powers. " That is usually true Ira." he says setting the bottle on the table. " But our powers combined with James's presence is enough to make anything we make, real" he smiles and points down at her dress. To their eyes it had a smattering of twists and twirls of an object of illusion. But it was undoubtably real.

James looked away from them blushing, five years ago Felix came across him on the streets. He figured that James would be useful, so he kept him around. A death threat each night, but he had obviously not followed through. " I'm not that special, just help out with your illuisons and ket feelings when important things are going to happen.." he trails off his eyes wide " Mr. F, somone needs help, go in to the alley way. You'll find them there.."

Without hesitating Felix runs out of the room and out in the alley way. Once he was there, he saw a couple of kids in rags, one of which was bleeding badly. " Hey," he says holding his hand up, but they didn't seem to hear him. Sighing he returned to the warehouse. "They're gone." he says sitting down on a chair.