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Comet


The Glacier Tutani
Owner: Corgi

Age: 5 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 27th, 2007

Adopted: 5 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 27th, 2007 (Legacy)


Pet Spotlight Winner
May 5th, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 10
     
  • Strength: 19
     
  • Defense: 18
     
  • Speed: 19
     
  • Health: 18
     
  • HP: 18/18
     
  • Intelligence: 2
     
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


the reluctant

nomen— Cameron Tuscan
aka— Comet
age— young adult
primary— pyrokinesis

heritage— german
photographs— [x] [x] [x] [x]

tropes— Playing With Fire, Sugar and Ice, the Exile

Little faith, follow me; I set a fire in a blackberry field
Make us laugh, or nothing will ... I set a fire just to see what it kills

When Cameron Tuscan was five years old, she wanted nothing more than to be a psychic.

Oh, to be a psychic!

If Cameron were a psychic, she wouldn’t have to go to school (unless it was Psychic Academy) or take dance lessons (even if she did like ballet) or eat her vegetables (no matter how good stewed carrots were). No, she’d get to go on adventures and do teh-leh-kin-ee-sis on things and read minds! She’d learn how to read her dog Tally’s brainwaves, and they could talk to each other and stay out late and play and no one would bother them, because no one bothers psychics.

She filled her days playing make-believe in her backyard, where she was Agent Tuscan, or Clairvoyant Cameron, or Tuscan the Telepath, terror of the Millenium Guild, with Tally the Teleporting Terrier at her side!

There was nothing she liked more than sneaking out of her room when it was dark and her parents watched the late-night news or tv shows. The shows weren’t very interesting, but sometimes the news had a special report on something new with psychics: she never really understood what they were talking about, but it always gave her a terrible thrill to see the people on the screen throwing cars just by looking at them, or a fuzzy, jerky camera pointed up at a figure floating in the sky.

Cameron couldn’t quite grasp why her parents and teachers and classmates didn’t seem to like psychics. She heard words like “dangerous” and “unstable” and “crazy” thrown around, but none of the characters in the pages of Amazing Tales or Extrasensory seemed to act like that–the good ones, anyway. And of course Cameron would be a good psychic. And she’d never, ever stop wanting to be a psychic, she proclaimed to anyone who asked.

But on her sixth birthday, she asked for a Black Beauty birthday party, instead of one featuring Second Sight Sarah of Telepathy & Terror. When school started that year she picked out a Pokémon lunch box to replace the banged-up tin one she special-ordered from the back of Phenomenal Psychics. The games with Tally in the backyard turned into reenactments of the newest cartoons. She got older. The psychics drifted to the back of her mind, until she forgot about them almost entirely.

So it went, until one day, when Cameron Tuscan was twelve years old, sitting in her math class, she had a vision of Tally. He was curled up in the garage with a knocked-over bottle of something liquid next to him. When she came home, her mother tearfully took her aside and told her the dog had gotten into some antifreeze. Tally was gone.

When she was twelve and a half, she lit the apple tree they’d buried Tally under on fire without meaning to–and without matches. The fire spread to the house, and they had to live with her Tia, dad’s nosy, pushy older sister, for three months.

And when she and Cousin Drew got into a huge row in the middle of the living room (because he’d called her a freak since Tia said she burned their house down with her mind), the things she’d reached to throw at him moved without her touch. Suddenly there was no longer any question.

Cameron Tuscan was a psychic. The only problem was that she didn’t want to be one anymore. She didn’t want to have anything to do with psychics at all.

Pet Treasure


Fire Swinging Cords

Bottled Fire

Bloodred Rubber Monster Mask

Film Reel

Magical Matches

Lit Match

Fireball

Shooting Fireballs

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