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Move Along, That's the TicketThrown out of his own anxiety by the woman's exclamation, PDQ scrambled to his feet, nearly scraping the top layer of skin off of his nose as he did so. The narrow miss made his blood freeze, but what he saw melted it so quickly he nearly sneezed. They were being followed so quickly. Even with his pessimistic tactical skills, he couldn't have imagined they'd've even been noticed so soon after escaping. It had been a stealthy escape as it was, at least until this point, and it wasn't as though he was a very high profile prisoner.
The same might not have been true of Griselda, though. Or Mychael, for that matter. He gripped the newly-formed gauntlets tightly, letting the smooth surface cool the heat in his calloused hands. He wanted to turn to his new friend the dwarf woman and ask for her guidancethis was her plan, after allbut was afraid that would make him look weak in front of the person they had
More of the SameThey sped away from the main gates before either of the two fugitives could take the recently vacated driver's seat. Either the beasts were sprinting for home, or they were merely stupid and frightened.
"This is insane." PDQ held tightly to the carriage, afraid he would fall out. The wind whipped at his face, cold and fast, making tears spring to his eyes.
Already settling herself on a seat in the carriage, Griselda tied her long hair back, careful not to pull even a strand of her beard. "Shush, it's working so far."
The carriage they'd commandeered was an opulent affair in PDQ's small sphere of experience, all velvet inlay and expensive wood. There were even small gems somehow sewn into the corners of the doors and windows. He dearly hoped that it was borrowed finery, or better, already once-stolen. However, the unconscious passenger had a severe military air about her, evident even in the way she breathed in
Contra-Bandy ch13I woke up to hear someone I didn't know singing a song I barely recognized as a Russian folk song. None of Shawn's friends had ever struck me as the type to hold onto anyone's roots, so I assumed I'd woken up in the other place. It wasn't Mari, though, and it was definitely not Jimmy. It was a woman's voice, but nothing like Mari's lilting contralto. She sounded young.
Reluctant to face this place again, I pulled the coarse blanket over my head and groaned. I had to call it something, didn't I? Then I could treat it like a summer home. Heh. Maybe if I named it, it would go away. I pushed my face into the pillow and breathed in the smell of army-issue cigarettes and old sweat. Nothing seemed real anymore, but it all felt real regardless.
"I dub thee Reality 2," I muttered darkly into the smelly pillow.
Artificial light attacked me suddenly, making me curse a little too lo
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