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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 9:38 pm
"We knew each other," Newgrange insisted, trying very hard not to be ill hearing her--her--talk about the Negaverse like that. She was too good for them, and while he could not stop his brows from furrowing or the look of hurt and concern from crossing his face, he was still holding out hope that something--anything--was going to get through to her. "And I could tell you all about you. About me. I...I don't know how, Caydence--Sherwood," he corrected softly, "But...I am going to figure this out. This isn't you," he said, gesturing to her. "But I know who you were. Who you are. And if you give me the chance...I'll make sure you do, too. I just...I need some time, okay? But if you let me go, now," he looked her in the eyes and was nothing but sincere, "I will come back for you."
Caydence had been more than just a best friend to him, but Newgrange was afraid of pressing his luck. He had been powered for long enough and was worried that his luck avoiding the Negaverse was about to run short--be it because Sherwood was going to betray him or because some nosey officer was going to butt in and ruin everything. Besides, Newgrange's head was pounding--and he wasn't sure he could keep up this conversation for long without taking a little time to process everything.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:37 am
Sherwood chose to do something stupid, something very stupid. She lowered her bow and slung it by the string over her shoulder to rest harmless against her back. If he chose to he could take advantage of her being without her weapon in hand, maybe it was a test, but she had chosen to trust him.
"You need to get out of here."
She looked around as if expecting to be watched or something. She never gave the appearance of relaxation, her entire body held like a guitar string twisted too tight. The General appeared haunted but that look would only ease in time as she got used to this new vein of chaos inside her. That was the more dangerous eventuality, becoming comfortable with this new persona.
"Make it look good."
Obviously she couldn't go back empty handed. She couldn't take him with her either. That meant there needed to be a believable reason why he was not dead or captured. One hit, that was all she really needed.
"Meet me back here again."
At least she was willing to listen.
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