[OOC: Just to let everyone know, Cassie is backdated to the thirteenth. Everyone else is on the current date. :)]
On the thirteenth, it is Cassie Riddle’s twenty-third birthday. In the early morning, she is up on the roof of Kashtta, playing guitar. She’s singing a
pretty little folk song she was fond of from back home to the skies of the
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He reaches for her arm in an attempt to pull her out of the way, carry her if he has to to safety.
Unfortunately, he has no weapon of his own so he can't really distract the beast without being seriously injured, but he is faster than Lola would be if she ran on her own, especially with his wings out. His instinct is to run. It is always to run.
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"David?!" she allows the smallest of looks just to be sure. She's in awe to see his wings out, but she must allow herself to be distracted by it.
"I need to reload!" she shouts in between pants, grabbing his hand, "We must not allow this thing to go near anyone!"
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He groans and winces at her answer, trying to pull her to the side as the monster dives toward them.
"I should have known you would say that," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. In his heart, he knows that she is right. There are many people threatened by that monster. It is what he must do, what he must believe as a guardian, but it is so difficult for him to fight through his fear.
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She continues to run as hard as she can to keep up, making short leaps as she does over branches and the small patches of icy snow that remain on the earth. She feels like she's back home, running through the Spanish forests - running to help, to save people.
"Listen!" she's managed to think of a plan, her voice is broken between her pants. "We find a strong enough tree, run toward it. At the last minute, we split up and go round a side each. If the demon is stupid enough, it might run straight into it, and get knocked out,"
She's looking around for a tree as she speaks, "Good plan?"
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"We can," he agrees, and he doesn't know how but he believes it.
The plan is as good as any other.
"Yeah, it's... our only hope," he says, breathing out and sprinting for the nearest tree that he can find and forcing himself not to jump away from the tree until he has no other choice. It's hard, because he wants to jump away sooner but he knows instinctively that it's too soon.
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"Now!" she shouts at the last second, letting go of his hand as they each jump out the way and rush around a side of the tree. The bear demon doesn't realize fast enough what's happening and ends up smacking into the tree. The bark snaps and breaks in half and the demon falls to the ground, knocked out.
Lola skids to a halt, wrenching her bag from her shoulders and quickly searching for more bullets. Reloading, she carefully approaches and aims. She shoots it in the head a few times, checking it's dead and steps away. Without saying another world, she grins at David and flops down on the ground, panting heavily. "Thank you! You did great!" she says breathlessly.
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He glances at her when she drops to the floor and then he smiles a little.
"Hey, no problem. It needed to die, and I couldn't... leave you to be eaten," he says, hand running through his hair a little worriedly still. "You were... really great too. Did you grow up fighting monsters or something?"
Not that she's even completely grown up yet, which is part of what's so amazing.
Here he is, nineteen and taking advice from her on how to get rid of monsters.
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She shifts her head look across at her rifle lying on grass beside her. She raises her eyebrows in thought, it does seem like it. But it's on the contrary. Before she came through the rift, she'd only shot a few rabbits for food - but that's it.
"Not at all," she says, shaking her head, "There were no monsters back home, other than Franco's men," She's frowns for a moment, "The only monsters were in my storybooks. And they ate people and did bad things, and now they are real - the only thing to do is stop them,"
Lola smiles impishly, "Have you been fighting any monsters without me?"
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