A church where the town can congregate for meetings and... judgements.

:: Azura struggles to get inside, but when she does she looks for somewhere to hide.::

::The door opens and closes with a slam... but who just came in behind Azura? OooOOOooo.::

:: Azura gasps rather loudly and quickly slams her hands over her mouth in that way that people hiding do. She has, somehow, managed to slide herself under one of the benches in the hall, it's a tight squeeze from being so tall.::

::Footsteps...::

:: Azura is quite convinced that the officer has come to shoot her with that pistol of his. She can barely contain a whimper as she tries to curl herself up into a ball.::

::The feet stop right in front of Azura's face.::

:: Azura shakes under her bench, her eyes on the feet.::

(No.)

::Dropping onto her knees, Jasmine's face appears at Azura's, eyebrows raised.::

"I saw you come in, you know."

:: Azura squeaks as scream catches in her throat.::

"Jasmine?!"

:: Wait, this wasn't her cousin, this wasn't her Jasmine, this was her past self's Jasmine; sister. A sister who betrayed her.::

"Yeah, didn't you know? Christ, Az, you've got powers. If you used 'em every once and again you might not be in this mess!"

:: Azura looks confused at first before it occurs to her that her past self had used psychic powers in her presence.::

"What do you expect me to do? Jasmine-"

:: She grabs onto the woman's arm and near enough drags her under the bench with her.::

"I cannot die in such a barbaric fashion!"

::Jasmine squeals and bangs her head on the bench, and her chest on the floor.::

"What? Nobody said anything about you dying! I told you I'll get you out of this and I will! How'd you even get out of jail anyway?"

"I already know that she dies!"

:: It's out of Azura's mouth before she can even stop it. She licks her lips and stares at Jasmine quietly. Does this version of Jasmine have similar powers to her or are they different?::

"Huh? Who?"

::Jasmine rubs her head. She took quite a dunt there.::

"I, me."

:: Azura continues to grip onto her sister!couz's arm.::

"Jasmine, why have you not done anything yet? Can you not hide me somewhere? Please?"

::Jasmine pulls a face.::

"Pfft, hide you? Why bother when you're doing such a good job yourself?"

::Feel the sarcasm. Go on. Feel it.::

"Jasmine!"

:: Azura growls the name and her grip tightens on her arm considerably.::

"You got her, me, into this mess, I think hiding me is the least that you could do."

:: She just needs some time to find a way back to San Fran and to her other self.::

::Jasmine cries out.::

"When did your nails get so long? Ow!!"

"When I found myself staring into the barrel of a gun for something I did not do!"

:: Azura is still griping Jasmine tightly, a myriad of emotions coursing through her. She hates this situation, she hates that this Jasmine did something to her her past self sentenced to death, and she hates feeling so damned scared and helpless. It's too much, she can't handle it, she can't handle that anything she does could endanger the future and then she may not exist at all. She can't handle that her emotions are overpowering her at the moment, and she can't stop herself from glamouring.::

::Jasmine screams and tries to get away but damn does Azura have a strong grip. Or Jasmine is really weak. Okay it's probably that.::

:: Having felt herself change and hearing Jasmine's reaction, she assumes that this time's version of herself can't glamour.::

"Stop screaming!"

:: She keeps a hold of Jasmine still and tries to calm her with her power.::

::Azura will feel Jasmine distinctly fighting her power away.::

"Let go of me!"

"No!"

:: And Azura is fighting right back. She doesn't know how strong Jasmine is, but she will go as far as saying that she is probably stronger than her.::

::Jasmine winces and uses her free hand to clutch at her head.::

"Ah, stop it!"

::She's starting to lose this.::

"Are you going to behave yourself?"

:: Are you Jasmine? Hm? Power. Power. Push. Push.::

"Ow! Ow! Yes! Yes!"

:: Azura takes a moment then gradually pulls back with her power, releasing Jasmine's mind. Once she has she stares at the woman in silence, waiting for her reaction.::

::Jasmine doesn't stay silent. She rolls onto her back and still holds her head, groaning.::

:: Azura breaths out and runs her hand through her hair. What is she going to do?::

"What's happening?"

::Jasmine whines.::

"How did you...?"

::She groans some more.::

(I'm the strong one...)

:: Azura gazes at her past sister.::

"Perhaps I have been holding out on you."

"Why're you even talking like that??"

"Why am I talking like what?"

"All weird."

::Now Jasmine's accent is a bastardisation of English and Australian. So it's like Suzy putting on an Aussie accent (no offence Suzy I'm sure you're spiggin' awesome at it!). But Azura is posh and shit. Well so's S- shut up!::

"I am not talking any differently."

:: There is no way Azura can even attempt her past self's accent.::

"Must be cos you're all... weird. What are you anyway? How'd you do that? Oh my God!"

::Jasmine freaks out again at the glamour.::

"Jasmine!"

:: Azura grabs onto the woman again.::

"Please calm down. It, it is just something that I can do."

"Since when? Turn it off!"

::Jasmine tries to wrestle her arm free.::

"That is not something I can do easily. Keep still!"

:: Nails in Jasmine's arm!::

"They will not recognise me like this."