«We Could Be Legends»

Misty, during the time she was waiting for River, formed an ice dagger as sharp as a real one and had been flipping it. She stopped flipping it as soon as River barked at her and balanced the tip of the blade on her pointer fingertip.
"I dunno, are you ready you old dog?" She smiled, tossed the knife in the air and melted it as she turned her back to enter into the car.
River huffed, rolling her eyes in mock-annoyance. "I'm literally a year older than you, Coyote. If I'm old, you are. Besides, I wasn't the one just sleeping. I've been dealing with whinny teens. Next time, I'll point them to you, old dog." She said, flicking her tail in a surprising show of playfulness. "Let's go."
 
Bleddyn's eyes jerked to disbelieving slits and she backed away into the security of the bathroom, shaking her head slowly.
"...are you...you're....kidding...please... tell me you're joking."
She flung the door shut behind her, the last word coming out as a muffled shriek of loathing.
Moving on hyperdrive, Bleddyn shredded her ruined clothes, pitched them onto an infuriatingly fluffy mat and securing its untimely demise by filth, and practically flew into the shower.

"Oh right, you have a thing against Wolf. So do I, he took a bite out of my leg. I would much rather have everyone here including my brother where I can keep an eye on him, and deal with Wolfram, than not have them here, if that makes sense." Jessi said. She knocked on the bathroom door. "Can I take your dirty clothes? I'm going to wash them."

River flung the Multitude base's door open, almost flying out of it as she shot several words over her shoulder to Leona, pulling the door shut briskly. She flicked her tail, giving a low growl under her breath at the gloomy sky and showering rain.
She glanced around, barely missing Lachlan collapse into Indigo's car, holding a sodden black cat.
Her eyes stilled on Misty, and she strolled forward, not caring if she interrupted the family moment. "We all ready to go? We're going to Jenna's house." She barked, blinking rain water from her eyes.

Toby sighed and slouched down, hitting his head against the dashboard. Why why why why why? I don't want to go back there. I thought I would never have to. Is this karma for something I did? He turned on the radio and started changing the channels repeatedly. His foot tapped nervously on the floor.
His head snapped up and he stared and Indigo impatiently. Well, look at the bright side- bright side?! I'm going back to the freaking torture house! He slammed his head in the dashboard again, trying to block the stream of memories that tried to consume him.
 
River huffed, rolling her eyes in mock-annoyance. "I'm literally a year older than you, Coyote. If I'm old, you are. Besides, I wasn't the one just sleeping. I've been dealing with whinny teens. Next time, I'll point them to you, old dog." She said, flicking her tail in a surprising show of playfulness. "Let's go."
Misty glared over her shoulder at River, curling back her lip she growled. "Did your daughter almost die? Did your son save everyone by putting on a gory show that broke his mental state? And then did you get left behind by all your friends? No. I didnt think so. I deserved a few moments to collect myself with my children, you little bunny."
Misty swished her tail, she missed bantering with River like this, but she had put a bitter stab into those words because she meant it. She was actually angry at a lot of things but at the same time she was enjoying the moment.
 
"Oh right, you have a thing against Wolf. So do I, he took a bite out of my leg. I would much rather have everyone here including my brother where I can keep an eye on him, and deal with Wolfram, than not have them here, if that makes sense." Jessi said. She knocked on the bathroom door. "Can I take your dirty clothes? I'm going to wash them."
Bleddyn strained to hear the intruding voice above the roar of the hot water she'd just turned on full-blast. "Don't bother!" she retorted loudly, at the same time amusedly watching the muck filter out from her hair and pool around the drain. "In the state they're in, even a hobo wouldn't wear them."
 
Bleddyn strained to hear the intruding voice above the roar of the hot water she'd just turned on full-blast. "Don't bother!" she retorted loudly, at the same time amusedly watching the muck filter out from her hair and pool around the drain. "In the state they're in, even a hobo wouldn't wear them."

"Are they really that bad? Ok." Jessi responded. She walked down the stairs and into the living room. "Should we order pizza? I think everyone is probably starving."
 
Toby quickly followed her outside. He climbed into the backseat, his face blank except he looked like he was trying really hard to concentrate. The adrenaline rush people were always talking about screwed him up. It had made his powers stronger, and it was getting harder to push them away and block them out.
(that's a cool down side)
 
"But I didn't," Bleddyn pointed out with a shameless shrug. She took the clothes, eyeing them guardedly, as if she expected the uncomfortably formal turtleneck to spontaneously come alive and consume her innards. Could be worse, I guess. "I'll try not to, but I can't really guarantee anything."
On her way down the hall toward the nearest bathroom, she hastily turned around with an afterthought. "Uh... thanks."

"They're all the most stubborn and bipolar donkeys I've ever met, but they're fine," Bleddyn called from the bathroom door, having easily overheard their concern. "I'm the only moron who ran bloody miles on foot in this weather." She didn't even know if she was using that last adjective as a cliché British flare or far too literally.
"Careful who you say that to, some of them are actually bipolar." Jessi said with a smile. She turned to the others. "I don't know if I said this yet, but Toby and the others should be coming here soon."
Bleddyn's eyes jerked to disbelieving slits and she backed away into the security of the bathroom, shaking her head slowly.
"...are you...you're....kidding...please... tell me you're joking."
She flung the door shut behind her, the last word coming out as a muffled shriek of loathing.
Moving on hyperdrive, Bleddyn shredded her ruined clothes, pitched them onto an infuriatingly fluffy mat and securing its untimely demise by filth, and practically flew into the shower.
Bleddyn strained to hear the intruding voice above the roar of the hot water she'd just turned on full-blast. "Don't bother!" she retorted loudly, at the same time amusedly watching the muck filter out from her hair and pool around the drain. "In the state they're in, even a hobo wouldn't wear them."

"Are they really that bad? Ok." Jessi responded. She walked down the stairs and into the living room. "Should we order pizza? I think everyone is probably starving."
"That sounds good." Brisa replied. "How many should we get?"
 
"Alright, good." let's see how trustworthy that Emily is... Indigo thought.
(I'm curious about what she's referring to here. )
***Frankie took Emily and Sherri's details and told them he'd want to talk to them later and sent them on their way.***







Alice Had moved away from the noise of the phone on speaker and went to sit in the living room. She felt sick, she could still hear Jessi yelling at Toby. They were safe it seemed but hurt, and it was Aunt River's phone they had called so They were all at least with River. Alice brought her knees up to her chest hugging them with her arms. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't know why. She was probably just over whelmed by everything.


With shaky legs, Bleddyn labored up the front steps of the elegant house that her automated guide dropped her at. The phone-led trek here hadn't been as nearly as long or complicated as she'd expected- that, or, she'd run much farther unguided that she'd thought.
But she'd be lying to herself if she didn't admit pretty much everything hurt. This much continuous strain on her bad leg had not only done a number on it, but a negative impact on everything else amiss was felt as well.
Yup, I'm a mess. Somehow the thought put a sycophantic grin on her face. And I'm still okay.
Bleddyn raised a bruised fist to rap on the door....then lowered it, reconsidering on account of what her hands had already suffered.
Biting down on her tongue, she briefly weighed her options of arrival announcement out.

Then, she tripped a few steps back for momentum and rammed her whole right side into the door, because that was definitely the best course of action.

"Because you close yourself off, afraid of being hurt. Doing that will only hurt you more." Toby said, glaring at him.



Jessi jogged downstairs. "What did you do? You could've broken the door! Mom would kill me if she saw that!" Jessi sighed. "Welcome in. Take a shower, before you get yuck everywhere. Here's some clothes, don't ruin them." She said, handing Bleddyn a gray turtleneck sweater and a pair of jeans.


Brisa took in Bleddyn's sodden and messy appearance, noticing her limp and bandages. "If Bleddyn looks like this, I wonder how bad a condition the others are in?" She said quietly to Jessi.

Jessi's eyes widened. "I hope they're okay." She said. She was mainly worried about Toby, but when she was one the phone with him a minute ago he sounded fine.

"Yeah." Brisa replied, anxious.
(Sorry, my brain isn't functioning :p)

"But I didn't," Bleddyn pointed out with a shameless shrug. She took the clothes, eyeing them guardedly, as if she expected the uncomfortably formal turtleneck to spontaneously come alive and consume her innards. Could be worse, I guess. "I'll try not to, but I can't really guarantee anything."
On her way down the hall toward the nearest bathroom, she hastily turned around with an afterthought. "Uh... thanks."







"They're all the most stubborn and bipolar donkeys I've ever met, but they're fine," Bleddyn called from the bathroom door, having easily overheard their concern. "I'm the only moron who ran bloody miles on foot in this weather." She didn't even know if she was using that last adjective as a cliché British flare or far too literally.

"Oh right, you have a thing against Wolf. So do I, he took a bite out of my leg. I would much rather have everyone here including my brother where I can keep an eye on him, and deal with Wolfram, than not have them here, if that makes sense." Jessi said. She knocked on the bathroom door. "Can I take your dirty clothes? I'm going to wash them."

Bleddyn strained to hear the intruding voice above the roar of the hot water she'd just turned on full-blast. "Don't bother!" she retorted loudly, at the same time amusedly watching the muck filter out from her hair and pool around the drain. "In the state they're in, even a hobo wouldn't wear them."

"Are they really that bad? Ok." Jessi responded. She walked down the stairs and into the living room. "Should we order pizza? I think everyone is probably starving."

"That sounds good." Brisa replied. "How many should we get?"

Alice didn't notice when Bleddyn burst through the door. Her chest hurt, and it was hard to breathe. Tears now streamed steadily down her cheeks but she didn't know why.
 
(I'm curious about what she's referring to here. )
***Frankie took Emily and Sherri's details and told them he'd want to talk to them later and sent them on their way.***







Alice Had moved away from the noise of the phone on speaker and went to sit in the living room. She felt sick, she could still hear Jessi yelling at Toby. They were safe it seemed but hurt, and it was Aunt River's phone they had called so They were all at least with River. Alice brought her knees up to her chest hugging them with her arms. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't know why. She was probably just over whelmed by everything.























Alice didn't notice when Bleddyn burst through the door. Her chest hurt, and it was hard to breathe. Tears now streamed steadily down her cheeks but she didn't know why.

Jessi looked over at Alice. She grabbed a tissue box and set it on the table in front of her. She sat down next to Alice, and wrapped her wing around her. "Are you okay Alice?" She asked softly.
 

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