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[magicalpadawan]

Dammit.

[The voice on the PCD sounds a little tinny and staticy, as if it's music playing from a radio station that you can't quite get reception from. There is no picture, though the video function should be working, only a haze of static. The speaker smacks the PCD a time or two, and the picture flickers on to reveal what would be a stunningly gorgeous girl with long, dark purple hair, if she weren't so skinny and dressed in what appears to be rags. She looks half-starved, and her eyes are shadowed and a little annoyed as she scowls at the screen. When she speaks, her words are broken up by bursts of static. What? Tech doesn't work well with wizards.]

This better --kshhh-- one of your tricks -- kshhh-- don't have time for your stupid games.

[She smacks the PCD again with an irritated sigh, and the picture blacks out.] Can --kshhh-- me what happened to Chicago?

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[A soft snort.] Says the girl who can't make it work.

I guess we could do that. Press the yellow button on the side of your fancy cell phone in order to send me your coordinates. Then I'll come and meet you.

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

I know how to work it, it just doesn't like me. [Another poke. So far the PCD is staying mostly stable, so that's good. She presses the button, anyway, and sends the coordinates Raven's way.]

Okay.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[Raven reads the coordinates and nods.] I'll be there in ten minutes or so. Try not to move too much in the meantime. [Or just say right where you are, preferably.]

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She's not going anywhere! In fact, whenever Raven arrives, Molly will be huddled up against the closest building, leaning against it in order to take weight off her bad leg and cane, and eyeing her surroundings very carefully.]

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[Raven lands softly a few feet away from the girl and nods in greeting.]

Hi. Nice to meet you.

I'm Raven, by the way.

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She watches Raven carefully for a moment or two, then takes a careful step towards the other girl.]

I'm Molly.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[She eyes the cane.]

Were you injured?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

A while ago, yeah.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

An accident?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She shifts her weight a little and frowns.] I got shot.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Oh.

So... bodysnatchers?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Not much else that's gonna drag me out of Chicago, at this point, unless it's faeries.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

And here you're being sarcastic, right?

I'm usually good at catching it but with all what we get from people who arrive here, it's kinda tricky sometimes.

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Uh. Not exactly? It's just the truth.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

There are faeries in the world you come from?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[A tad defensively.] Yeah. There are, and they're not the happy sparkly ones you read about. You ever heard the old faerie tales?

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

I know the ones from this place. They're not particularly happy or sparkly...

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Then they're probably the same as mine.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

Your home world does not sound like a particularly cool or joyful one, Molly.

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[A beat, and then she starts laughing. It's quiet, and not entirely sane-sounding, but she stops after a moment or two.]

It used to be.

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[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

What happened?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[A little wary, now, almost as if she's retreating inside herself.] Someone died.