As per usual, I had my laptop close to me when I played Gears. No telling when someone would come online about something or other. Thatâs when I saw Mikeâs status change from this song or that to something else. âWorst Day Everâ. I snickered a little, âLooks like Mike didnât get laid today. So sad.â I joked to nobody in particular as I pushed Erica off my lap and put my controller down. I was dead anyway, fucking Tickers.
âWhatâs the matter, Mike? Didnât get a score at your party?â I typed out, putting my hand to my face and leaning on it, waiting for a response. I glanced back at the TV every so often to see how my teammates were doing, but meh. Thatâs when I noticed my phone blinking too. Musta missed a text while I was playing. I picked it up. Trav wanted a status report. I looked at the Buizel for a minute. It was just sorta standing there, âNothing to report. Quiet. Itâs out of the bath though.â
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As Erica got pushed down, she acted completely nonchalant about it, stretching and such as she did, âHow can you be a sea weasel if youâve never been to the sea? Thatâs just silly.â She replied, licking herself a few times.
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Eleanor let out a gasp as Clark reappeared, turning around as the Adam Harvester extended on her wrist. When she saw who it was, she got flustered, âCan you not do that? Jeez. Give me a heart attack, why donât you.â He kept talking, though, and she had to struggle to keep up with what he was saying, âWait, wait, wait, go back. Fictional characters? So like, from a childâs story book or something? How strange. Okay, so we what? We got put here how, exactly?â It was rhetorical question, of course, so she just put her head in her hands, âUghâŠthis is such a headache.â She went over what he said in her mind again when her mind picked up on something, âWait, you âacquiredâ information on us? On me? What did you read, where did you find this information? How much do you know?â She asked. It was really creepy, thinking that this guy could know her whole life just for reading it out of someâŠsome unauthorized biography. Her abilities, her strengths, her past, everything. Even more disheartening was the fact that he could know about herâŠissue. She really hoped he didnât go prying into every corner of her past. It might awaken something in her she didnât want to see.
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As Castiel mentioned some drugs, she let out a scoff, âIf I can manage? You have no idea who youâre talking to. I can get you the best cut pot youâve ever had. Hallucinogens? No problem. And-â he spoke of someone being here with them. She shook her head, âProbably the hangover talking, along with some pothead or something in here as well, so just-â He disappeared, â-ignore itâŠâ
She could hear him shouting from somewhere off in the distance, and by the time she closed the gap, she could see he was threatening a kid with a sword, âDude. Seriously, calm the fuck down. Itâs a kid, in a mask. So scary.â She said, using her fingers to push the blade out of the way as she turned to look at the kid. What was with the weird mask? She didnât bother asking, âScram, kid. Back to your mom or whatever, otherwise my drunk and hungover friend is likely to run you through with aâŠa sword. Wow.â She turned back to Castiel, âWho even carries around a sword anymore? Like, the Deckers did, but at least they had guns too. Then again, the Ronin carried them too, but those guys were weirdo wanna be ninja freaks. I kinda miss my ninja sword, come to think of itâŠâ Now she put her hand to her chin, a dark smirk creasing her lips as she remembered decapitating many a gang banger with her ninja sword. But that was back in Stillwater, which she still couldnât get back to. SighâŠ
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As the four wizards watched the scene inside the coffee shop, things seemed to go from bad to worse. And then, some kind of huge beam came through the front, nearly evaporating them, and blew up another building. That caused a bit of panic in the four. They quickly scrambled into an alleyway. They quickly took hold of each otherâs hands and nodded, casting a teleport spell.
Leaving the city behind, they reappeared someplace completely different. Where they were was just as big a mystery to them as where they had been. Once they picked themselves up from their heap, they looked around. This place wasâŠdifferent. And they seemed relatively alone, save for a small black donut thing, but it was moving on its own. That was odd. Tory got down on her knees and looked at it, âHello there.â She said, though she wasnât sure if it could hear her. After all, didnât they see a bunch of these acting as feet to those weird metal things? Worth a shot, at least, âHow come youâre all alone, little one?â
Nixie looked at Aksel, âDidnât we see a bunch of those things attached to metal monsters back atâŠwherever that other place was? Why is this one alone? Perhaps it is like a carriage who's lost a horse... or a horse who's lost shoe?â She asked, and Aksel just shrugged.