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Coraline, session 0
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caliginosus_modCARRY 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?”
