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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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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Uh, I don't know. [The picture flickers out again for a few seconds and returns.]

What the fu--kshhh is going on?

[emptynight]

Bad question. Where were you before you got here.

[He hesitates as Molly's display jumps again. The last thing he wanted was to meet someone who knew him and his failure, who knew Harry. But he's well fed, and he did promise his little brother. He takes a deep breath.]

Press the button on top to send me your coordinates and I'll come get you.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Okay. [So she hits the button and stays quiet for a moment or two.]

I was going to the ER.

[emptynight]

[Swearing. All the swearing. Cover your ears, Molly. The video jumps a little as Thomas grabs a couple of things and all but races towards the door of the clinic, where he's crashing for the night. For some definition of crashing.]

Don't tell me you got shot again.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[Please, she works with Harry, she's heard it all before. She stifles a tired laugh.]

I didn't. Long story.

[video] --> [offline]

[emptynight]

You can tell me the story later. I'm just glad I don't have to find a surgeon.

[It doesn't take Thomas long to follow the PCD's signal to where Molly is. And despite his haste, there's something lean and wary in his stance as he nears, predatory. He's also armed to the teeth, with an unfamiliar cavalry saber at his hip and a heavy, crude kukri in his hand.]

Molly?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

No, but a bed might be nice.

[To be quite honest, Molly looks like she's been to hell and back. Long, purple hair, dressed in rags, and she's leaning heavily on her cane. There are various bruises at her neck and arms, too, though they're a bit hard to see in her current state. When she sees Thomas she startles like a frightened animal at first, but then takes a hesitant step towards him.]

Hey.

[emptynight]

[The last time he'd seen Molly she'd been on her way off the aircraft carrier, and seeing her now gives Thomas pause. But more than just her physical appearance there's a difference to her that isn't humanly detectable, a brittle, frayed quality to her emotions, the way they run like quicksilver. Wild. Barely contained.

Mad.

His eyes gleam silver for the barest instant as the Hunger recognizes the difference, and Thomas' steps slow. She was frail. Too frail, maybe, her injuries and the promise of madness-laced life a lure to the predator demon. He hesitates, stopping out of arm's reach, because he remembers the last time he'd lost control around Molly.

The demon remembers it too, can still taste the memory of her life, her lips.]

Can you walk? Cars don't exactly work around here.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a rueful grin and thunks her cane against the ground meaningfully.]

I've got this, I should be okay enough. [She is a bit stabler now that there's someone she recognizes around, but she still can't help but glance around nervously, her free hand hovering over the pocket with her wand.]

This is real, right? Not some creepy Mab or maybe Lea thing?

[emptynight]

[He smirks, briefly, at the thud and nods in response. He comes a little closer, but is still careful not to come too close to Molly.]

It's real. There are some things the Fae can't fake. [Like being able to feed. The need for it, the warm brilliant life of it. He pushes the thought away and gestures back towards the way he'd come.]

Apparently we ended up in somebody's science fair project gone wrong.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes a little.]

Oh, that sounds like buckets of fun.

[emptynight]

[Thomas keeps his hand on the kukri and begins walking, keeping his pace slow enough that even with the cane Molly would be able to keep up.]

That and some god spirit things that don't like Hendricks.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She follows along, then, keeping a furtive eye on their surroundings.]

Seriously? Can we get home at all?

[emptynight]

[He shrugs, the motion graceful and serpentine]

Everyone acts like we can't. I haven't tried.

[There isn't very much for him to go home to. Justine, yes, and he misses her, but there's memories back home. Everything that reminds him of what he had done. How he had failed his little brother.]

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Murph and Billy can't handle Chicago all by themselves. [There's a slight pause, and she shudders a little.] And I don't want to think about what Lea could do.

[emptynight]

[The thing is, it's pretty easy to miss all the turmoil that's been seething around Chicago when your only concerns are to drink and to go get more liquor. Thomas shrugs, but there's a growing tension in the set of his shoulders and lurking at the corners of his eyes and mouth.]

They'll learn and everything'll move on like it always does.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She takes a long, shaky breath, and pauses.] N-no. No, they won't, they need someone and I should -- he should be there, I can't do it, I'm not -- [There's another shuddering breath, but she reins herself in firmly, determined.]

They'll come, if no one's there. Everyone and everything that wants a piece of Chicago.

[emptynight]

[A sharp laugh, and Thomas turns a corner, waiting to make sure Molly caught up with him.]

You say that like Marcone and my sister aren't possessive about what they have.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She does, but it takes a moment or two.]

Yeah, but I don't see your sister and Marcone's goons fighting the Formor.

[emptynight]

[He waits, and when Molly is nearly within arm's reach again, Thomas sets off. It's almost like he's doing it on purpose, isn't it?]

The who now?

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[Oh, please, Thomas, she won't pounce you unless she looks you in the eyes, and she's even warier of that than she was before, now.]

...Seriously?

[emptynight]

[Given that he can still recall every detail of every soulgaze burned into his psyche? He's not risking a stray memory triggering that, not when Mouse isn't around to sit on him. Thomas shrugs with a practiced, careless roll of his shoulder.]

I've been busy.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She glares at the back of his head, and suddenly she's just as righteously snappish as her mother tends to get.]

Busy? Don't give me that shit, Thomas, you were off feeling sorry for yourself while we're fighting for the goddamn soul of Chicago.

[emptynight]

[He doesn't stop at her words, just keeps walking. The clinic is not too far ahead and the sooner he can get Molly shoved into a shower and with a meal, the better. It meant the sooner he could slip away and find something to drink.]

We can't all deal by fighting futile wars.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[She's still walking, too, but stops at his words, and takes a deep breath. And another, and then, through gritted teeth:]

It is not fucking futile. It's what your brother fought for, what my teacher fought for, and it's what I'm gonna fight for or die trying.