Well, the twins still haven't found me yet. . .
Clara (from a distance): Check the bushes!
Catalina (not quite as far away): Yeah!
Well, I don't think they're going to think to look for me in my new hiding spot. . .
Clara (nearer): She has to be here somewhere!
Catalina (ditto): I'll check the forest in her backyard and the ________'s, you check the _______'s and _______'s!
Neighbor protection policy works well, don't they? They'll never guess to search here. Hiding in plain sight.
Clara: We'll check the library, they have a computer.
Catalina: Let's go. She'll keep writing no matter what.
They're right, I will keep writing. They just don't think I'll dare come back inside my house and write on the computer in the living room. Heeheehee. Oh, and when they come back and find a new chapter put up, they'll be furious. Especially the Cat torture.
Clara + Catalina: BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPP!!!!
Heeheehee. I have the perfect plan for what to do to finish this fic up, and I plan to use my hiding spot in the living room in front of the large window to my advantage.
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"The people in Alexandria are never going to believe this," Wheezes Lady Uedalayla, leaning on the table in shock, trying hard not to faint. "NEVER. We've been on the lookout for years. Who would've guessed they'd come in the form of mass murderers?"
"I do believe this is a lucky break. The question is, what kind of luck?" Agrees Sir Fratly, nursing a broken arm.
The magic exhaustion wore off soon after Catalina had fallen asleep, and was desperately fighting to stay in the same snooze position as before. Her kicks and punches hadn't been very accurate, but they had packed a major wallop when they had hit.
"I think we'd better get this girl to cell three fast, and then haul butt to the infirmary. I'm beginning to see why Lindblum got so obliterated. She can really move fast." Groans Malakanya. His spear had been broken in two during a particularly accurate kick, and is currently being used as a splint on his leg. "This was my best spear, too. Stands up to five Grand Dragons pressing on it with all their strength at once. She broke it in her sleep, and she's obviously not even at half strength yet. Zidane and Dagger'll be glad to know who she and the other kid are." He looks again at the curled up sleeping figure, horn glowing slightly in the moonlight, tail pushing against the ground for leverage.
"I think they'll most likely be shocked. They've been looking for their kids for years, wonder which one this is." Fratly laughs at Malakanya's truthful statement.
"She probably doesn't know herself. She was a year old back then; the person who kept her hostage might have raised her under a different name, told her lies. If she tells us whether she was older or younger we'll know, older Tanisha, younger Teressa." Insists Fratly, cradling his arm to his chest.
"It's my turn to carry her, since you boys are injured. Go ahead, I'll catch up." Laughs Lady Uedalayla, picking up the small and instantly squirming child.
"Normally I'd argue, since I was charged as her jailer, but not this time," Groans Fratly. "Let's go."
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A short while ago my cage had been pulled to one side and I was carried out much like I was carried in. This time, however, I don't mind.
Much.
At least this time it's to take me outside, not put me in. Still. . . I play my part, trying to get out of these infernal hands that hold me hostage. Playing evil results in a blindfold, and I am forced to rely on my internal compass.
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Until they get to the forest, it's pretty boring, so I'll just end this chapter. It's short because of writers block. I'll also start the next chapter when Cat awakens. I have block for this story, but major inspiration for one I'll put up soon. I'm not sure where it's going, or where it'll end up. . . but I KNOW it's good. I might post it soon. R&R!
Clara (from a distance): Check the bushes!
Catalina (not quite as far away): Yeah!
Well, I don't think they're going to think to look for me in my new hiding spot. . .
Clara (nearer): She has to be here somewhere!
Catalina (ditto): I'll check the forest in her backyard and the ________'s, you check the _______'s and _______'s!
Neighbor protection policy works well, don't they? They'll never guess to search here. Hiding in plain sight.
Clara: We'll check the library, they have a computer.
Catalina: Let's go. She'll keep writing no matter what.
They're right, I will keep writing. They just don't think I'll dare come back inside my house and write on the computer in the living room. Heeheehee. Oh, and when they come back and find a new chapter put up, they'll be furious. Especially the Cat torture.
Clara + Catalina: BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPP!!!!
Heeheehee. I have the perfect plan for what to do to finish this fic up, and I plan to use my hiding spot in the living room in front of the large window to my advantage.
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"The people in Alexandria are never going to believe this," Wheezes Lady Uedalayla, leaning on the table in shock, trying hard not to faint. "NEVER. We've been on the lookout for years. Who would've guessed they'd come in the form of mass murderers?"
"I do believe this is a lucky break. The question is, what kind of luck?" Agrees Sir Fratly, nursing a broken arm.
The magic exhaustion wore off soon after Catalina had fallen asleep, and was desperately fighting to stay in the same snooze position as before. Her kicks and punches hadn't been very accurate, but they had packed a major wallop when they had hit.
"I think we'd better get this girl to cell three fast, and then haul butt to the infirmary. I'm beginning to see why Lindblum got so obliterated. She can really move fast." Groans Malakanya. His spear had been broken in two during a particularly accurate kick, and is currently being used as a splint on his leg. "This was my best spear, too. Stands up to five Grand Dragons pressing on it with all their strength at once. She broke it in her sleep, and she's obviously not even at half strength yet. Zidane and Dagger'll be glad to know who she and the other kid are." He looks again at the curled up sleeping figure, horn glowing slightly in the moonlight, tail pushing against the ground for leverage.
"I think they'll most likely be shocked. They've been looking for their kids for years, wonder which one this is." Fratly laughs at Malakanya's truthful statement.
"She probably doesn't know herself. She was a year old back then; the person who kept her hostage might have raised her under a different name, told her lies. If she tells us whether she was older or younger we'll know, older Tanisha, younger Teressa." Insists Fratly, cradling his arm to his chest.
"It's my turn to carry her, since you boys are injured. Go ahead, I'll catch up." Laughs Lady Uedalayla, picking up the small and instantly squirming child.
"Normally I'd argue, since I was charged as her jailer, but not this time," Groans Fratly. "Let's go."
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A short while ago my cage had been pulled to one side and I was carried out much like I was carried in. This time, however, I don't mind.
Much.
At least this time it's to take me outside, not put me in. Still. . . I play my part, trying to get out of these infernal hands that hold me hostage. Playing evil results in a blindfold, and I am forced to rely on my internal compass.
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Until they get to the forest, it's pretty boring, so I'll just end this chapter. It's short because of writers block. I'll also start the next chapter when Cat awakens. I have block for this story, but major inspiration for one I'll put up soon. I'm not sure where it's going, or where it'll end up. . . but I KNOW it's good. I might post it soon. R&R!
