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HAY AND HELL AND BOOLIGAL

 
Sometime, somewhen, somewhere.

You are being pursued.

It’s dark out, but it’s not.

You’re not in the curving rabbit-like tunnels that wound under your city once. You’re not even underground, except when you are, pacing through natural caves- as natural as can be expected where you are, anyway.

You don’t even know what you’re running from.

There’s devils aboard your back that you can’t shake off, but you’ve accepted these passengers by now.

Your feet hurt.

You have feet?

You don’t have feet.

You don’t need feet, you have wheels and rails curved like the spine of a buried god, keeping you on track, keeping you in the right direction, guiding your impossible momentum.

Only, you don’t anymore.

That’s why you’re in these caves.

Not caves.

Plains?

Too flat. No city, no suburbs, no trees, no rocks, just an endless stretch of flat dead grass and a blue sky that bears down on you like a cave-in, it’s too heavy, no clouds to keep it up and separate it from you.

How long has it been since you’ve seen the sky?

Your feet still hurt.

You still don’t have feet, but you do, and that might be okay, even if they’ve been shredded. Like your legs, which you have?

Something still is chasing you.

Which direction?

Sideways, or Widdershins?

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CARRY ALL THIS BROKEN BONE

Friday evening, 7:30, Summer, eve of the Summer Solstice.

You hear the rumble of a familiar engine pull up out the front. It’s time.

A lot’s happened in the last six months. Captain Slipshod got deposed, a new monarch from Melbourne took his place, and the freehold- as far as you can reckon- is still shuffling around to accommodate this change.

Admittedly, you spent a decent portion of that time healing from your fight with Slipshod, so you haven’t been around for a lot of it. But there’s a tension in the air for the changeover ceremony. Nobody knows if Slipshod is going to try and pull a stunt, or if the Wyrd will crown the Harpy again, or anything about what these next few hours are going to bring.

You hear a knock at the door, and the comforting baritone of Hunter ring through your house, with your dad answering in hushed tones. You know he gets nervous about all this magic stuff.

You grab your bag and head out, saying a begrudging goodbye to your ‘sister’ as you go, practically bee-lining past your dad to get to Hunter and get it over with.

“Hey-“ your dad gently grabs your shoulder, “you stay safe tonight, okay?”

You affirm you will, bolt out the door past Hunter, and make your way to his beat-up falcon, parked behind your dad’s work ute.
Hunter gets in, checks the mirrors, gives you a sidelong glance. It’s still weird, seeing him domesticated like this. Nothing like what he was back there.
“Y’know Slipshod’s gonna be here tonight. You going to be okay with that?”

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ONE WAY OR ANOTHER

Monday afternoon, 3:30 PM, Summer.

The doors of the library shudder open, cool air and a familiar voice greets you.

There’s a number of libraries scattered throughout the city, but Dickson is both close and has something that others don’t; Katie Knight, Autumn Oracle and librarian, and your primary way of getting news from the Freehold. Sure, there’s others who stop by from time to time- god knows that Winter tried to get you into housing with a guardian from the Freehold, but Katie is someone you actually trust to give it to you straight. Others have been… informed about your propensity towards snooping, but Katie doesn’t seem to mind. Sometimes she leaves out books on codecracking or surviving off the grid.

This afternoon, however, at an appropriate time where nobody is going to accuse you of skipping school, when you arrived? Someone already had Katie’s ear at the front desk.

One of the other members of Autumn- some drab bird looking Beast- appears to be giving her some bad news in a hushed voice. You surreptitiously get a little closer, pretending to be looking at one of the displays up the front.

“-just what we need right now. I mean- we have our people out looking for you know who, and now Callum’s up and gone?”

“It doesn’t seem like him to just go off the grid like that,” Katie whispered back.

“I know, and the last thing we need is to find out that our neighbours had something to do with it. We haven’t exactly mended any fences in the last six months. You’ll tell us if you get a bad feeling about all this, right?”

“Of course, it’s my job.”

The bird woman patted Katie on the arm, turning around to slink out the way you came in. A moment or so later, just when you were thinking of making your way into the library proper-

“Alright,” Katie raised her voice slightly, clearly aimed right at you.
“Fess up. How much did you hear.”

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