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So, what does that mean, she got dragged into this against her will and so it ain't right to judge her? Not sure if that makes the situation better or worse, but I might be inclined to give her some slack. Only so much though.
'Spose I can spare her to see that she pays for crimes, but I still want to be the one to strike the blow that dispatches her to hell. Maybe even anyone who for whatever fool reason decides to support her, and there's bound to be that opportunist who does. [The coldness that's crept into his voice hints that he's done similar things in similar circumstances.]
[Yet, the talk of kids. even weird ones, makes the warrior relax for the moment.]
Hah. Sounds like this fortune-telling girl I've crossed paths with, carries a tarot deck and I suspect she doesn't age for some reason, since she always looks more or less the same. Guess the talent and the insight to go with it make 'em a little more out of the ordinary.
Guess we were both a bit in the wrong, in what we said to each other, in not at least trying to see it through the other's eyes. I just hope he comes back soon, it's getting cold out there.
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[She didn't react to the snarl. It was understandable.]
I think sparing her, to see that she pays properly for them rather than simply dying in a merciless, meaningless battle... is certainly an appropriate way to look at things. And you're not wrong. There are alway opportunists.
Though try to give your fellow sleepers the benefit of the doubt. I don't think most of them are out for themselves only. [She sighed.]
He will... but it wouldn't hurt to reach out to him. I think in time he'd appreciate it. Just try to be patient, to breathe in and think about why he might have said a thing. It can help. This place makes us want to devour ourselves.
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I wouldn't put it past someone to be the "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" type. Had an old boyfriend like that; he flitted through here or at least through a dream I had, around the end of September. Kind of glad it just turned out to be a dream, since he's one of the last people I'd want to see turn up here from the world The Doctor and I came from.
[A low, slightly shaky chuckle.] Tempted to go out for a walk with a bowl of banana smoothie and call for 'um like I'm looking for a missing cat. [High-pitched old lady voice.] Heeerrrre, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. Come out now. [Things are likely getting heavy for him and he's attempting to lighten them up.]
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[No, seriously, that was a nice thought. It combined the idea of mercy with punishment so nicely, especially if she had no power in said cell.]
There's a few out there. Thankfully, Mother Superior's behavior usually precludes them. The issue, however, is that I actually believe some former sleepers, before us, may have joined her work. They're in the lab.
mmm, that might be silly enough to work, or get you decked. Either could be good because you'd know where he is.
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The Lab... up on the mountain? We'll say I spotted it when I was exploring the place when I first got here, though I'm wondering if it's up there after that earthquake which blew open the sink holes everywhere.
Heh, now I'm tempted to go on and try it, just for a laugh and to get my mind off the kind of day I've had, between family stuff and retail this time of year.
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Mmmm, use your best wisdom and win him back. You two are good for each other, even on rocky days.
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[Some of the warmth manages to return to his pale eyes.]
That we are. Not so sure about how good he is in the shop, but as a family member, he's second to none. We'll just say it's best if I take care of the shop finances and ringing out customers, even the weird ones [He might roll his pale eyes a bit at this.]
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but, I shouldn't keep you if you're off to try and find the man should I?
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Looks like I'm going shopping for bananas after all! Want me to pick up anything while I'm out there?
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Some time later, her Fluid might notify her:
ARMORED POLAR BEAR!
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Are you telling me that you need rescue from an armored ursine threat? Just so you know, I'd recommend running.
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Maybe one of these teddy tanks will cuddle my better half and keep him warm.
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And I thought Cardiff had a lot of weird stuff come in through the Rift. Deerington makes it look like a sleepy backwater village. Teddy tanks are definitely original.
[He sets a brown paper bag on the table, shucks out of his greatcoat and takes a box of vanilla chamomile tea, offering it to her.]
Milady's tea as she requested. [Takes out a bunch of bananas, then goes looking for a fruit knife and the blender, along with some yoghurt and a few strawberries from the fridge.]
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[She wasn't that worried. The Doctor had the good sense not to stand in the cold... too long anyway. But still, she did worry a little bit.]
And yes... this place does seem capable of a veritable menagerie of strangeness. Anything is possible in the dreams of others after all.
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'Fraid I didn't see my better half out there, but I suspect he's found some really good hiding place somewhere, or he's bunked down with one of the teddy tanks already.
[Sets to cutting the banana into the blender jar as he continues.]
Gotta say, though, polar bears with armor is genuinely original, to me at least.
But, on to the comedy! So, I'm strolling along East Main, when this bear decides to lay down in the middle of the road, right across the dotted yellow line, perpendicular to the street. And she's one of the bigger ones, easily almost as long from snoot to tail as the road is wide. with enough room on either end for a motorcycle to get through comfortably.
[Peeling and cutting a second banana.] Along come a green Falcon station wagon with a Christmas tree lashed to the roof going east and a black Lincoln going west. And the bear has them both blocked. So the Falcon starts to meekly back up, but the bear notices and shuffles out of the way, grumbling apologetically, allowing them to drive on their merry way.
Meanwhile, the Lincoln tries to sneak around her by driving up onto the sidewalk, nearly ramming the bear. But she's having none of it and growls at the Lincoln, not a little growl, but a deep, throaty "Gruhrrhh, don't even try me, Charlie" growl. The Lincoln nearly t-bones her, but she snaps at the tires. The Lincoln screeks to a halt and sits there as if to say "Well?" The bear stares it down. Finally, the Lincoln reverses, turns around and goes off the way it came.
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It seems that bear was very concerned about the manners of the people driving on the road, wasn't it?
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[He dumps in some of the yoghurt and several berries before popping the lid on and switching it on, holding the lid down.]
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