This is for adding a Search Category to the thread.
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"That's ok," Avis said after draining half of her glass and taking a moment to luxuriate in the feeling of liquid rushing into her center and that soothing cool seeping slowly outward. But, such feelings were fleeting, just like their timeline. They had to push on or what they found would go to waste, and they might not get a better chance again. She set the glass down.
"We have a direction to go in now," she told Zoey, dark ringed eyes steady despite the slump in her shoulders. "That's all we need. We can find the rest when we get closer. Bring the map and let's show Asp and Star. We've gotta get going if we're gonna make this stick."
She rose from the table and went trotting out of the room to go find the rest of the cabal. "We're finished!" she called, knocking on their doors.
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If someone drowned Felix and threw the little feline corpse on his head, that's what the wet mop would look like. He'd had a Shaved Head phase, but that had been a surprising amount of Constant Work to maintain.
Still, he was showered and clean.
He opened the door with teeny tiny pruning shears in his hand and fingertips smelling of foliage. Plaid pajama pants and a Guy Fawkes sshirt completed the ensemble.
"Awesome! Like, can we go get our stuff?!"
Fear the shears.
Asp came out of her room in her typical yoga pants and a tight black spaghetti strap top, interest written all over her face. Like Star, her hair was still a bit wet; she'd left it down. Plainly, styling it wasn't her top priority at this point post-shower. She had a half-drunk bottle of Gatorade in one hand and a full in the other. "Star," she said, offering him the bottle of tasty beverage. They'd agreed. It was time for Red.
"What'd you guys find?"
She leaned against the wall, running her free hand idly through her damp hair as she listened.
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"We've got a general area to search in. Once we get closer we can get a better idea of exactly where it is. Their wards should be pretty fucked up, too, so if we hurry we might beat them to putting them back up. Are y'all ready to go?" Avis asked, fighting down a yawn at the last second. To be honest, she was pretty damn tired.
It didn't matter, though. Someone was threatening her. Threatening her Cabal. She would not rest until their blood was on her hands, or unconsciousness swept down on her body. Because, face it, if they were willing to cooperate they wouldn't have portaled out of there in the first place. They'd chosen the type of field they'd be meeting on. If the wanted to back off of it, great, but if not she was going to take their salt. All of it. Blood and tears both.
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Eyes slid around, maybe looking for an answer. Whatever. He took the offered bottle, staring down at it for a moment. Sharing bottles with Asp was his crucible. His sacrifice. For Veiled Threats.
He took a swallow.
For La Raza.
"Totally. I'm, like, yeah. Now. Just let me get my stuff. And shoes." An emphatic nod was given to Avis, one eye narrowing slightly. Was she up for it? He looked at Asp, checking to see if she was ready to go, before looking back to their Warlock.
"One car? And, like, what part of town?"
Maps, yo. Preparation is A Thing.
"Nice work!" Asp said with an appreciative little whistle. Mastigoi were so handy, weren't they? Wards and Portals and Teleportation, oh my! "I'll be just a minute. Lemme toss my gear on and we'll get right to it!"
I'm ready to proceed to the next scene if y'all are.
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Let's do!
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