“That is much effort for no purpose,” Windwalker observed dryly.

JadedRogue shrugged, making a mental note to say things exactly as she
wanted them said, no innuendos or slang with this tall one. “Well, all
right, I’m running a random action sequencer. It’s a computer program I
wrote, for generating story ideas. It helps keep the readers on their
toes I mean to keep them guessing the outcome of the ending. I try not
to telegraph anything, and if I do, its to telegraph it the wrong way.
A red herring? Throw them off course, I don’t think many people can say
they ever know where my story was going. They just jumped up on the
ride like the rest of the world.”
Windwalker shook her head.

“I thought you weren’t doing that anymore.”

“What? Writing?” Jaded looked down not wanting Windwalker to see her
eyes glittering with ideas that her alter ego would groan out loud at.
“Non, non, no writing. Just thinking.” The Rogue tapped her temple,
wiggling her eyebrows. “The program, it narrows down possibilities. I
mean, there’s only a limited number of circumstances that could
converge at any one place and time, right?”

“Well..” Windwalker hummed uncertainly, regarding this Rogue a bit
more seriously now. She had an understanding of time and how it
unraveled and weaved itself.

“Oui. The program just narrows it down to the most probable sequence of
events. Then if you want to keep them guessing, you tweak that
possibility to tell your story.” The JadedRogue stated, the machine
warm on her lap as she met the Windwalker’s eyes.

“And then what?” Windwalker questioned, her head cocked to the left
regarding her new friend.

“Well, um, then you.” JadedRogue began.

Power crackled all around them, a fine webbing of blue sparks engulfed
them both, and veered away, into the canyon. A shimmering blur,
swirling IN the air, but not OF it. Its power crept across their skin,
making it prickle.

“Holy Merde!” The Rogue yelled as the fine hairs on her neck stood up
and her green Fossil watch’s hands began to swing around the shimmering
face. “What did I do? I didn’t do that.” She said in her best four year
old voice as she pointed to the shimmering blue light that was shifting
hues to a greenish color.

“How should I know?” Windwalker said calmly her eyes dancing at the
sight before them. JadedRogue shot her a look that could freeze the
flow of lava.