Leland Gaunt's hold on Fandom might be weakening, as more and more people were delivered from his thrall, but you couldn't tell just by looking. The fog was more sinister. The boarded-up doors and windows of the storefront were more foreboding. And the sign out front remained, as creepy as ever:
YOU SAY HELLO
AND I SAY GOODBYE GOODBYE GOODBYE
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She wasn't sure how long. It didn't matter. All that mattered was protecting Leland Gaunt, now. She was leaning hard against an icy gryphon today, her wolves off patrolling elsewhere, and looking at anybody who came close with a cold air of mistrust.
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Hugs? Breaking items? This was something out of a fantasy or fairy tale. It wasn't science.
(Never mind the fact he was dating a princess who had ice problems. Shh.)
Still, Elsa was going batshit. And based on what he heard on the radio about yesterday, breaking these cursed items was supposed to fix everything. So Barry was going to take a leap of faith and do what he could to fix this situation.
He stopped across the street from the shop. There were ice creatures moving around the shop. He heard about it but didn't quite believe it until now.
"This is fucking weird."
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Sorry, Barry. Anna was never going to think Elsa's powers were scary. Not even if the ice-creatures were directed at her.
They didn't have a plan, but plans were for people who weren't going to just dive in and want it hard enough to make it happen. (Or for people who had more common sense than Anna, which was a fairly comprehensive list.)
"Elsa?" she called out, hoping to get her sister's attention.
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"Anna...? Barry?" This was bad. "You can't be here. You both shouldn't be here."
Please?
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Hoping quietly none of them had the capacity to set him on fire with their minds.
"Morning!" he called. That was Hanna, wasn't it?
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Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? "You seem like a loyal sort. Thought I'd come ask."
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Still, she had to be one of the ones guarding the store, so that narrowed it down some.
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"Cocaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaine," she sighed, beating a tattoo against the nearest wall.
So, yeah. Still here.
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Bo hadn't found anyone at Pam's address -- once she'd found Pam's address, since getting anywhere in this fog was a bit like wandering around with your eyes closed and hoping not to fall off a cliff. So after checking all her other best guesses (the stoners who hung out in front of the Kwik-Stop both hadn't seen Pam and were apparently insulted that Bo thought they might sell her anything harder than weed or knockoff Rolexes if they had) she'd finally ended up making her way back to the shop. If her target wasn't among the crazies trying to keep people out, Bo could at least spend another afternoon trying to make sure the ones that were here didn't manage to kill each other ( ... )
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She had somehow managed to eat her way through three kilos of cocaine, in under two weeks. It was almost impressive, in a "thankfully cartoon characters are hard to kill" sort of way.
"I dunno why everyone else is here."
It was amazing she'd noticed that anybody else was here.
(AHAHAHA NO WORRIES, I was about to drop down and ping you there!)
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"No, I don't have any magic cocaine. I'm here to get you to stop using magic cocaine, and no, I can't believe those words just came out of my mouth either."
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