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stilljustandrew) wrote2018-04-08 10:19 pm
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[reverse darkest timeline au: you stay here]
The thing about a road trip is: you need roads.
No one's been maintaining this particular stretch of highway for years, which means there are places where they have to maneuver slowly around pitted and cracked surfaces, around fallen trees, around the abandoned wreckage of less fortunate cars. One such heap looks a little too deliberate, according to Kali, and they go back to detour wide around that one for fear of ambush.
There's an enclave somewhere around here, she says, calls itself Nowhere Special. Human, which doesn't mean friendly; there's every chance the ambush was theirs. Or of some enemy camp looking to take over their territory.
It's late afternoon, somewhere between misty and drizzly, when they pull up to the long-abandoned gas station.
No one's been maintaining this particular stretch of highway for years, which means there are places where they have to maneuver slowly around pitted and cracked surfaces, around fallen trees, around the abandoned wreckage of less fortunate cars. One such heap looks a little too deliberate, according to Kali, and they go back to detour wide around that one for fear of ambush.
There's an enclave somewhere around here, she says, calls itself Nowhere Special. Human, which doesn't mean friendly; there's every chance the ambush was theirs. Or of some enemy camp looking to take over their territory.
It's late afternoon, somewhere between misty and drizzly, when they pull up to the long-abandoned gas station.
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"And I bet we can figure out how to deal with whatever you heard. Assuming it's even there anymore."
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"Yeah."
She looks nervous, though.
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A slight smile. "Not even if I overpower it."
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"Okay, okay. But let's not wait too long, okay? It's going to get dark soon."
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In fact, the horizon seems to be going purplish-gray at an alarming rate.
They make their way for the third time past the creepy wreck, the cracks in the concrete, until the gas station comes back into view.
"Okay," Matt says. "Gimme a sec to get this charm working again."
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She's not about to interrupt him while driving, or while working a spell.
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I WON, I OWN)
"Nita," he says uncertainly.
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"Hm?"
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"Nita, what happened?"
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Then her expression changes subtly -- from confused to faintly annoyed -- and she sighs.
"Welp."
She cocks her fist back and slams it towards Matt's face. There's a lot of power behind it, but the angle is lousy.
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Matt wasn't exactly expecting it, but he sort of was, on some level, expecting it? He expected something awful, anyway.
So his shield spell flickers up automatically.
If he had more time, he'd have cushioned the shield to protect Nita's hand; as things are, the impact does not sound fun.
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Snarling, she shoves him, or more precisely, his shield, into the driver's side window with more than human strength.
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He's winded, shocked, the engine rumbling thunder-loud in his ears. All he can think to do is lunge for the key in the ignition and wrench it out.
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"You couldn't listen, huh?" she snaps. "This could've been easy."
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"What could have been easy?" he demands, trying to ignore the painful reverb. "What do you want?"
Generally, Matt tries to be a good listener. But he doesn't wait to see if Nita's going to respond. His shield drops; a moment later, the same golden glow appears around her.
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But then the shield spell pops up around her, and her eyes widen in shock and anger.
"Oh, you fucking little sneak--"
She slaps her open palm against the inside of the spell, to no perceptible effect.
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After a moment, he blows out a breath and gingerly touches his head. Pretty tender.
"You seem angry."
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She balls up her fist and pounds on the shield again. This time, there might be a slight tremor in the energy.
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"Who are you?"
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"I'm Nita Callahan, Matt. Can't you tell?"
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"Whatever you are, it's not human."
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She flattens her palm against the shield.
"Let me out."
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