The fog rose and a dragon came.
[Isley's voice accompanies the gentle click of his Forge as he turns it on, the gears humming internally, a soft whir of noise that is barely audible against the brush of wind across the speakers. The sword he normally carries at his hip is driven into the earth; he rests his back against the blade and in his lap
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[she goes quiet for a moment, pressing her lips together.]
...I'm not that reckless. That man, Gaskin? He wasn't normal.
[Even by her standards.]
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[He gives her a look.]
You're very reckless. Don't use that man as an excuse.
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There was nothing in him but destruction. And hate.
[...not that any of that explains her failure to fight him off.]
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[A shrug...and Isley lifts the book, now closed.]
This is just a compilation of my notes. I thought it might be useful for newcomers to know a little of what to expect now that they're here...and arriving so many at a time.
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[She's perched on the roofs again. This one is a mite higher then her last sleeping spot though-and she's noticeably holding a bag in her hand. Like a candy bag, but cruder.]
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[Isley observes Miata...with detached focus.]
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[She tilts her head. It wasn't a happy story, was it?]
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[His expression doesn't change, not even by a hair.]
It seemed appropriate, however. Much of what has transpired is like something out of a story.
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