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Sometime very, very soon, Quinn is going to have to go home and deal with the worst situation of his life. The dragons were bad enough for the past twenty years, but right now they've got competition: seventy angry, leaderless American soldiers who've just returned from their attempt to reach London and take out the male they thought lived there. Bad enough Van Zant died before they could go, but their unit got ambushed along the way- three hundred miles and more is a long way to go without something like that happening. He still doesn't know how they thought they were going to get away with it. He just knows that they lost more than half their number on the road, and came back, and now they have nothing to lose and a castle full of freaks, weirdoes, and civilians to vent it on.
He's out back just now, under the fringes of the trees. There's a nasty sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that says he's probably never going to see a tree again once he goes home, and he'd sort of like to have the memory well fixed in his mind before he goes.
[OOC: Technically this is a car keys post, if Remy LeBeau's mun is up for it, but anyone who feels it appropriate is always welcome to tag. Thank you!]
He's out back just now, under the fringes of the trees. There's a nasty sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that says he's probably never going to see a tree again once he goes home, and he'd sort of like to have the memory well fixed in his mind before he goes.
[OOC: Technically this is a car keys post, if Remy LeBeau's mun is up for it, but anyone who feels it appropriate is always welcome to tag. Thank you!]