I hope you're getting this bitch-stare.
I've still got leaves in my hair and gravel in my shoulder, Reach.
Tootling about in the café, go out back to feed Balth and BOOM, comment on my blog from my travelling companion.
SO yeah, bolt out front to the car yadda yadda (I really wish I brought a Ford Cortina now...I coulda slid across the bonnet or something.)
Reach tells me what the hell is going on when we're bombing down a street at probably illegal speeds.
A child sacrifice altar.
Ohohohohohooooo, part of me was screaming bloody murder, part of me was miffed that I didn't find anything on child sacrifice in Ireland AT ALL. ¬_¬
But this is all beside the point. The fact is, there was obviously something there. SOMETHING that we could have gotten to and SOMETHING that could have probably helped had the fucking HULK not materialised out of THE FUCKING THIN AIR LIKE HARRY MOTHERFUCKING POTTER.
Of course, my first thought was "Oh shit, he's going for Reach and then I'm fucked."
First thought of his was probably, "HULK ANGRY. HULK KILL GIRL." Or something equally retarded, didn't look like the brightest bulb in the kitchen lighting.
And then I was tumbling down the hill we'd just spent ten minutes hiking up.
Yeah, thanks for saving my life that time >_> No. I'm not saying it out loud.
So I was stopped by a nice rock that saw my plight and set himself in my way to slow me to a lovely gentle stop.
By which I mean the air woofed out of me the second that bastard slammed into my back. So I was coughing and hacking and wheezing and self-pitying before I remembered just why I had been rolling.
Reach and HULK (who I now know to be 'Slate' but I'm going to continue with my nickname) beating the ever-loving shit out of eachother as they rolled down the hill. I nearly fucking screamed when I saw it before I remembered that Reach can heal and ohgodheadsarenotsupposedtobendthatway but he'll be fine and oh god is that bone?!
I repeat my earlier statement.
Fucking glad I'm armed. Balth may have been asleep in the car, but I had my Tazer, like a good little sociopath.
I just saw red like that time with Tuxedo Shit and started swearing.
Oooh, my aim isn't quite as fucked as it should be, I got HULK in the neck. (Would have been piss-hard to miss, he's like a fucking house.) And of course, that side I was lamenting only being able to use on Redlight came back and I started cackling like a mad person as he spazzed out and fucking screamed like a bitch while I was literally trying to fucking tear him to pieces with words.
Women do not need to slap the stupid, not when our tongues are razor sharp.
And then HULK ripped the Tazer trails out of him and tried to lunge for me again but Reach got him with his own Tazer.
In the face.
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA BIG BAD REVENANT CAN SCREAM LIKE A BITCH AND SQUEAL LIKE A PIG HAR HAR HAR DICKSTAIN.
And then he vanished again.
Fucking magical shithead. I was just having fun.
And then I hooked Reach's arm around my neck and actually got to drive my own damn car for a change.
Got the most KNOWING looks from the hotel staff. (Obviously thought I was helping my drunk boyfriend up to 'our' room.)
And then it was just a few solid hours of really weird creaking noises as Reach's leg healed itself and silent speculation.
Like WHY THE NINE HELLS OF BAATOR DID HE GO FOR ME FIRST?!
WHAT WAS THERE HE DIDN'T WANT US GETTING TO?!
So yeah. I'm tired and kinda smug and kinda OHFINE REACH, THANK YOU. THERE. I SAID IT OUT LOUD TOO OH DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK.
Still, You saved my life, I...stopped you from fighting HULK til the wee hours.
So yeah. Go to Reach's blog for his side, cuz I know fuck all about some of the bits but I'm tired and exhausted and my mind needs to ruminate on so much shit that happened today, BLOGOSPHERE and IRL.
I'm so sorry, my friend.
You will be in my dreams. You and Cheska.
Catch you on the flip side,