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[teetheyes]

I've got to be somewhere, bluebird. Keep your head.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Wait, what?

Okay. Be safe.

(Private/Unhackable)

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

Somefuckinthing killed Luke last night. I'm askin as friend that you try findin out the what and the why.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

A little unfinished business.

(Private/Unhackable)

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Details.

Re: (Private/Unhackable)

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

Was at home last night kickin back when I sensed something really fuckin wrong. Went over to Luke's and found him dead-dead on the livin room floor in a fetal position, eyes rolled up in his head and clutchin at his chest. Kinda of looked like he had a heart attack, but shit that doesn't make any fuckin sense cause we don't have workin hearts!!

Couldn't find anything on him or in his place and cause of the crazy spell shit couldn't take him to the hospital or really have anybody come over either to check him out, so I got no fuckin clue except my gut sayin somebody's behind it. Thought you bein what you are, maybe could find something in people's dreams around here.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Okay.

HOURS LATER

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

come get me

HOURS LATER

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Where are you?

HOURS LATER

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

the shed

HOURS LATER//at the shed

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[flies in and transforms]

Cori!

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Sitting up against the wall, outside of a chalk circle on the floor. Squint.]

Blue.

[Dried blood from his mouths, nose, and ears.]

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[moves next to him]

What...

Who did this?

[starts pulling stuff to clean up out of the cape]

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Sandalphon.

[Straightening up, it's hard to see clearly.]

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[helps him up then starts the clean up process]

Anything you need me to do to fix it? Clean up? Anything at all.

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Not this time.

[Shaking his head.]

Splitting headache.

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[cleans his face with a towel he wets from a bottle and nods]

Do you want me to take you somewhere?

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Damp face, not bothering to protest.]

Not the cloak... my head can't take it.

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[ponders this a little]

...we can walk.

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Slowly, please.

[The p-word is important.]

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay.

[offers his hand]

Do you need to lean on me?

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Taking his hand and straightening up.]

I'm not that... incapacitated.

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Okay. Your apartment is closest, but the studio doesn't involve as many steps, or questions.

Do you have a preference?

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Thinking on this, headache to think.]

The studio.

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[walking, letting Cori set the pace]

Why did you fight him?

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Mutter.]

Fucking Shizuka... and his team, trying to help that little kid.

[Lies. He just wanted a chance to punch Sanda's lights out.]