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And now my heart skips a beat. I bite my tongue so I don't call out and ruin her concentration. I pull the h-bike yet closer to the great ship, the bike bobbing along with the waves and wake. The sound of so much water assaulting the craft... it's …
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I hold my breath as SeaTac leaps... son of a rotbrain, he's got a pair. I don't have a gun. I ootch the h-bike closer in case he needs to beat a hasty retreat. If it wasn't for the death threat of the blood ocean or the massive thing on the water t…
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I fumble the goggles on, my curls dancing in the breeze with no hat to restrain them. The rebreather's a nice piece of work, much better than a mere cloth. I don't want to make a scene by refusing a wetsuit, but I would've. The thought of wearing so…
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The soft susurrus of the blood ocean somehow leaches over the whine of the h-bikes. I watch the hungry waves moving and beckoning, hypnotic like a dancer or a lover... but it is death, death, death. I swallow nervously and look at the others. I rem…
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Sweet August knows more about me and what I'd do for her.
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I give August's fingers to Bon, not looking either of them in the eye. I stow my hat in SeaTac's car, if that's okay with him. I couldn't bear if 'twere lost at sea. Rubbing my hands for warmth, I ride on August's h-bike alone, cloth hiding the su…
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I look at August and Dog like, "who is this guy?," confusion writ large on my face.
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There's too many chefs here. I feel woefully out of place as I idle up in August's bike. "If I would've known it was this kind of party, I would've catered." But my levity falls flat at the wounded I see. There's raw concern on my face when I see Bo…
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I toss a two-finger salute and smile number four to SeaTac. He's been in the corner of my mind for the last few minutes, and his presence both reassures and escalates. To Dog, I say, "I'm with August." The little sausages I have in my hand are cool…
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"Even in the midst of fear, chaos, and destruction, a body could get lost in you, your hair," I murmur while I untie the keys from August's dreads. As she fumbles to fashion a bandage, I hand Dog my dry cloth and a worn baggie. I can breathe rough s…
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The Leviathan rises, speaks, and leaves destruction and misery. I get up, dazed, the tinny ring of battle fading from my ears, rubbing dust away. "Where's my hat?" I see it, and grab it like it's an umbrella. I scramble to my feet, away from the r…
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I'm curious, never played Microscope.
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Numbly, I pick up August's fingers. They are still warm. The nail pattern is so distractingly normal. I see the tiniest drip-drop speck of red near one tip. By habit, I drive my knife into the mud to clean it, then wipe it further. This one is long…
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[OOC: Battle Hold below in white.] [OOC: Spending battle hold on seize victory.]
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[OOC: Rolling help. Roll+Hx.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 6. Total: 14)
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"Red waters, that was close," I mutter to myself. The loud broken-air noise of the guns still echos in my ears. I can't take my eyes off the sniper as he falls- it's fast and slow-motion at the same time. I barely hear the big man's shouted words, I…
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[Rolling help. Roll+Hx.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 8)
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I hate bringing a knife to a sniper fight. I'm staying close behind August, working to keep my head dry even as my boots are squelching. This whole flooded situation is still more than a little strange. I could use an espresso, I think, even as I p…
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I lean in close to match whispers. "The enemy of your enemy is your friend, ne c'est pas? If you want them fighting on our side, best to be up front about it." The bike is firm and sturdy beneath me, a buoy of safety despite its bobbing.
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I use my fingers and thumb to rub at her elbow, near to wear I'm holding dry. "Sounds like he threatens me, too, my boon companion." I discard three perfectly good puns on "succor," knowing this might not be the best time to try them. "It's my deli…
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There's a trace of a frown as we ride and I hang on, my face pressed into a cloth as a meager protection from the red. It would be abysmal to fall. I watch the landscape rush by, mud and muck and red, untouched by the bike save for its h-wake. I wa…
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I know why August can drive men mad. Especially with that hip action. Would she wish me a man or a woman? No matter, we are cohorts and confidants, and that is enough for me. Although she mentioned the knife in her locs and that's also enough to kee…
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"Burn SafeCo? Like as the Harbor went? Red night," I swear, "It's rebar and concrete, mighty. Can they even do that?" Strange how quickly I accept the notion of fool-scabs from the sea. But if August says, then it must be sooth. I ease a leg over th…
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"August?" I can't hardly believe it, but she smells like her and feels like her and sounds like the delight that she is. I kiss her cheek reflexively as I'm drawn into her strange-feeling arms, a nonetheless welcome relief from the wind. A circle ha…
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"What the flood?" The sea startles me with its nearness, dark red and hungry. The wind is cold and it nips at my flesh and bones, like it's trying to seep into my pores. I half-stumble-scamper away from the soft susurrus of the eager waves. I think…
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With a change in mood like the sun coming out from behind clouds, I say, keeping a slight eye on Joey, "Ah, clarity prevails! Please forgive my misunderstanding and selfishness. I will miss your company and my backside being watched." My eye travels…
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"Sounds fine, Runaround. There's no sense in rushing quality." I haven't been by Matt's joint in several months. I remember how cold it was that day. I remember how casually warm and together the place seemed. I remember how rich the stew was. I re…
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I'm surprised that Runaround takes the lesser offer- it's a great deal for me, for the Club. I keep the pleasure off my face and give him a firm and slightly masculine handshake, the one I use for people I've just met. "You realize you're invited to…
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"The roasting days are the best days." I close my eyes and breathe deep, savoring memories as one would a fine cup. I let the moment stretch before gazing at Runaround again. Half-seriously, and I seriously doubt he'll say yes, but a good merchant l…
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I don't need an abacus to run numbers in my head. I'm not keen to slice my pie. "Your price is fair. If Pine says the vehicles are sound and the drivers are flash, then I can pay you some up front and the rest once the shows go on." I'll offer a swe…