There are -
There are ways this is supposed to work. An order to things. A fucking -
She isn't the one who gets snatched, not anymore. She isn't supposed to be. This is wrong. All wrong, like goody-two-shoes and a smile wrongThe tension spidercracks up her arms until she has to shake her shoulders to shake it off; she hisses in misspent
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You might call that exactly the wrong moment, really.
She hasn't noticed Tara yet, which is strange, considering the proximity. But her eyes remain focused on the middle distance, as though there's something incredibly interesting happening on the blank brick wall of that building to Tara's left. (There isn't, for the record.)
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It takes her .000007 seconds to take in the scene as it's changed, but she doesn't relax. Instead, she simply flicks her eyes in the direction Stranger looks to see what lies out there that's so fascinating. When she finds nothing her eyes flick back, unmoved.
People don't just happen.
She gets to her feet, takes her hand off the gun; anyone who can do that, there's an even chance something else would be necessary anyway. "What are you doing here?" seems a pertinent question, so that is exactly what she asks.
(Feral paw-crunches against the broken ground, further off. Coming closer. Who sent her here?)
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She blinks, shakes her head, and looks at Tara.
"Hello."
Not noticing the sounds, or at least not assigning them any importance: "I was looking," Stranger explains, "for flowers."
It's her favourite occupation, really.
Beat.
"There aren't any here."
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The only flowers here are the ones that look a lot like dead bodies when the sun comes up.
"How did you get here?" How did I get here?
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It's spoken slowly, as though to a small child.
"Took a step, and-- poof!" The gesture with her hands is like a tiny explosion, demonstrative perhaps of suddenness. "Here I am. Happens all the time."
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Closer, now. Is she really going to have to fight for this girl's safe-keeping?
The girl can shift from place to place. Maybe the other way makes the loud noise and the flash of light, and this is just the silent aftermath.
There's no point taking chances. There's a broken piece of masonry and steel several yards away. If she concentrates -
no. Showing her hand now would ruin the surprise later, and she might need it.
"Ever do it to other people?" Walking doesn't work like that, in Tara's experience; then again, the world shouldn't look like this, either, in Tara's experience. But it's not walking, what just happened, whatever just happened. "Send them off on a walk like that, I mean. And they just ... show up somewhere else. Like that."
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For now, she slips her gun from its pocket and levels it at Stranger, eyes hard and narrowed.
Scrabble. Scritch. Tara's eyes narrow just a fraction more. She opens her mouth. Spits out, "Duck. Now!"
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Or exactly the right place, depending.
Regardless, there's Stranger, sprawling out on the ground with an 'oof'.
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BANG
- a fight. She drops the wolf in midair and spins, sensing the footpads more than hearing the onset of the other five and taking a step back instinctively.
"Fuck."
This is going to get complicated. Her hands twitch and she nails one right in the forehead before turning, grabbing Stranger by the wrist, and running like mad for the broken outgrowth of masonry she spotted earlier.
Ten bullets left. Ten. She keeps the gun out, ready to fire behind her, but only squeezes off one shot - a miss - before they run.
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And flails.
But dragging her along is remarkably easy; there's almost no resistance, in fact.
Possibly this is because she's now floating in midair. (An opportune moment for her levitation to activate, all things considered.)
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This is possibly the most retarded rescue op Tara has ever tried. It reminds her why she doesn't like rescue ops; the target almost always does something stupid and ridiculous and beyond all hope of salvation ( ... )
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She's more above than behind, because when the levitation starts it doesn't like to stop for a good while.
It's possible that there is applause. Yes, werewolves, very scary, but Tara is cool. Whee! What's she going to do next?
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Her next shot misses - three - but the next one connects - two - and then she has one bullet left.
They can probably smell it on her, judging by the way they regroup slowly, leisurely, like they have all the time in the world (and maybe they have, this place is befucked enough in just the short glimpse she's had of it).
Dust swirls at her feet and the trickle-down glow peeks out from under the cuffs of her jacket. Tara sets herself, licks her lips, and waits for the wolves to come.
And come they do, looking like an onrush of inevitability and rage, right for her, right for her throat -
That's it, you bastards, that's it, come right fucking at me, the scared little girl you'll tear apart, that's it, runHer forehead feels light with sweat, and ( ... )
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CAN SHE DO IT AGAIN?
Yeah, Stranger's just sort of staring. And trying to clap her hands gleefully some more, but considering Tara has her by the arm, that doesn't work so well.
It takes her until they get to the hotel to sort out this highly puzzling dilemma.
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"Don't suppose you're paying enough attention to the universe to tell me why the fuck there are wolves running riot over the Las Vegas Strip, are you?"
Don't tell her, let her guess - you don't have a fucking clue. She hates rescue ops.
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