so suddenly the madness came
Dev is a mess. He has been wandering Chicago since the rally and hasn't slept or eaten. The encounter with Flagg, the contradiction of that desire to trust with his deeply ingrained inability to trust, along with Absinthe's first rule constantly ringing in his head, has left him rather broken. Now he's stumbling through the streets, drifting between periods of fugue-like stupor and fits of wild energy and crazed giggling.
Ace is just along for the ride, ever-present and trying to keep Dev in check.
Bean is at The High School, sitting cross-legged on a bench with Potato as she waits for the bus. She has just gotten finished with her first day of school in Chicago, and it went as her first days usually go. There were the brief introductions, the faculty threats about her pink hair, the distribution of syllabuses and book lists, the explanations to the faculty about Bean's epilepsy. Potato got a lot of stares and cooing and questions as dogs in schools usually do, and there was one boy in her English class who glared at Bean constantly between fits of allergic sneezing. There will likely be parent meetings in the coming days to deal with that issue. The students might end up finding out about her epilepsy sooner than she really wants.
High schools are the same no matter where you live, she has found.
For now, Bean has her headphones on and is jotting down some ideas for her next working. With this CLF business, it's sounding like Chicago is going to be a lot more dangerous than Boston was. Bean figures she and Potato are going to need a better protection spell than the one on the little hunk of granite in her pocket--an amulet of sorts--if they're going to stay safe.
Ace is just along for the ride, ever-present and trying to keep Dev in check.
Bean is at The High School, sitting cross-legged on a bench with Potato as she waits for the bus. She has just gotten finished with her first day of school in Chicago, and it went as her first days usually go. There were the brief introductions, the faculty threats about her pink hair, the distribution of syllabuses and book lists, the explanations to the faculty about Bean's epilepsy. Potato got a lot of stares and cooing and questions as dogs in schools usually do, and there was one boy in her English class who glared at Bean constantly between fits of allergic sneezing. There will likely be parent meetings in the coming days to deal with that issue. The students might end up finding out about her epilepsy sooner than she really wants.
High schools are the same no matter where you live, she has found.
For now, Bean has her headphones on and is jotting down some ideas for her next working. With this CLF business, it's sounding like Chicago is going to be a lot more dangerous than Boston was. Bean figures she and Potato are going to need a better protection spell than the one on the little hunk of granite in her pocket--an amulet of sorts--if they're going to stay safe.