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When Harry Wells sets off an explosion, he does not mess about. The worst of the concussive force had spent itself before they stepped out the door, but there's still energy to spend as the gas from the cooker's slashed lines expends itself in a blaze of glory. And, of course, the fire- there is always the fire- but Zuko's hand is on ( Read more... )

There are negative stressors in the world, and anyone could tell you what those are; Harry Wells, especially, knows all about them. He's either suffered them or seen them happen to others, all of them, one after another after another. It's not a pleasant thing but it happens, because that's the nature of his life and the lives of those he knows. He ( Read more... )

Wells had the extremely odd experience some days ago of discovering just how limited the local geography was. When he went out the back door of the Bar and turned left, he eventually found himself back where he'd started, coming in to the same place from the right. He didn't particularly want to think about that, so he'd gone on exploring and ( Read more... )

With Ryan it only took a couple of hours mate. It's a full moon. I don't know, maybe it's like when you need to take a piss or something, I don't know. When you gotta go, you gotta fucking go.

That had been him, earlier, when there was still a chance they'd get out of the damned farmhouse alive.

Yea, well maybe it's more like needing a shite. ( Read more... )