zestien - Destruction

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[A] - 1447 Mitchell Rd.

[Holland is slowly, slowly waking up amidst rubble.  Once he gets past the disorientation of not waking in bed, of not feeling rested and realizing he'd passed out . . . he's going to look for others.  Canada, he knew, was droned, and he feared the worst for her, unable to really defend herself.  He knew Hilda was much more

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[scavenging for supplies was high on Charles's list of things to do as well, and he heads there after uprooting the twisted bottom half of a stop sign to use as a makeshift weapon. he's examining a cracked jar of peaches when he spots Netherlands and another from across the rubble.]

Ah, long time no see. [surprisingly, much of the usual taunting tone is absent.]

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[Well. He can deal with that, but that doesn't mean he's going to just give in. You're not cute, Charles.]

I guess it's a good thing.

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[as it should be! great warriors oughtn't be considered cute. he straightens, unscrewing the peach lid to absently poke around inside for glass bits.]

For the both of us, I'd imagine.

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[He fishes another can out of the rubble.]

. . . you've been here awhile, right. . .

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Nearly two years, yes. [deeming the jar safe, he closes the lid again and tucks it beneath his arm before turning to face the nation more fully, expecting a follow up question.]

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So, on a scale of 1 to 10. . . what's this?

[He sighs a bit.]

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[he glances around the store, even though he doesn't really need to reaffirm how terrible things have become.] A six or seven, I'd say. Depending on how long it lasts it may well go up, but I've yet to see a single hazmat and the only ones who have suffered extensive damage are the drones. [a thoughtful hum] If this lasts as long as Westport, we may have trouble on our hands.

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How long was that?

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One week, I believe. Standard time for this place, but when the human body begins gives out after several days of going without food, a full week becomes problematic very quickly.

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A whole week. . .

[And Charles isn't a vampire anymore.]

Guess you won't last.

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I lasted close to the end in Westport. [outliving several nations, he wants to add, but the building stress leaves very little desire to start petty arguments.]

If you're waiting to spit on my corpse, you'll need more patience than that.

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I wouldn't.

[And with a huff, he sets a can of something in Charles' arms. The label's burned off, he has no idea what it is.]

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[he seems surprised and a little wary, looking between the can and Holland in mild confusion before lifting it up.]

I can't open this for you, you know. [since clearly that's what the gesture means...]

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I know.

[Huff.]

You're just a weak little kid now.

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Don't underestimate me. Raw power isn't the only thing I rely on. [he was a child of Vietnam before he was a chiropteran, after all.

he then tucks the can under his arm and reluctantly withdraws one of several dangerously sharp pieces of shrapnel that he's carrying in a sling, offering it blunt end first.]

A trade, if you must.

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[Nope, small fry. Though if he knew, he could respect that. Anyway, he's got his broken shovel.]

I think you'll need it more.

. . .kiddie.

[Such a troll.]