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Writ was being extra careful through Middling. More people were beginning to recognize him, and it was starting to get annoying, proving that too much of a good thing wasn't always better.

Ever since he spread the documents to the masses, there's been a mixed reaction around his presence. Some psudo-rebel pre teens came up to him to get a picture with him. Mothers held their children close whenever he passed. Writ traced the jumble of feelings to that profile page he copied. The words "Dangerous" and "Do not engage alone" were probably the cause of both fear and curiosity around him.

The streets around here were more or less empty. Which was a relief for a man getting tired of being stopped every five seconds to get hounded or adored by various people. The back street wasn't completely empty though, there was one kid giving off a curious vibe. Writ tilted his head.

Izzy?

These kids are growing like weeds. Just a few months ago that kid was talking about "Manning up" and now, he was literately manned up. Still, Writ decided to try his old trick on him. He snuck up on Izzy and grabbed him by the shoulders,

"Boo."

Writ wasn't expecting that one. The punch to the chest knocked the wind out of him. He staggered back and winced, Ciro's burn marks still stung when they were hit. Writ took a deep breath and held out a hand in front of him.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Writ gasped, "Hold up!" He held his knees and faced the ground, recovering from the attack.

"Izzy, it's me! Writ!" Another deep breath, "Geez man, what the hell was that about?"

"Alright." Writ was used to dealing with recently traumatized people. Having dealt with a virtually raped Fish, a mentally scarred Faylen, and a more or less undead Seth, Writ felt like he had enough experience to deal with an out of touch Izzy. He grabbed Izzy by the shoulders, turned him around twice to inspect the damage.

"Your god did somethin', huh?" As if Writ had to guess. The kid was babbling like a crazy person so either he was bonked over the head or touched by his god. Or both. Gods were a crazy bunch.

"Other than the obvious, anyway. What happened?"

Writ was so caught up in his own curiosity, he almost forgot to tell Izzy. So he told him the date, and gave him a final look-about. He rubbed his chin and sighed, where to start? Things have been happening everywhere, and he hadn't been keeping track of most of it. At least, any recent happenings.

"Well, the Blacksuits are everywhere and they're cracking down on everybody. Especially us. Other than that... Well, Seth's dead, sort of, but that wasn't the Blacksuits." That was all he could remember on the fly.

"Wait, did you say you got shot?"

There was a sense in urgency in Izzy's voice, which spurred Writ to grab his hand and lead him along, "Alright alright, come on." Writ started into a stride, forgetting about the fact he was dragging along an injured, half-mad teenager along with him.

"Well Izz, if it means anything, you've 'Manned up' a lot since last time I saw you. I mean, you got shot for gods sake." Writ smirked, "That's probably the most manliness injury ever."

Writ looked up at the bird that was stalking them. He licked his lips.

"That's the spirit." Writ smiled.

He followed Izzy's directions and kept his fast pace. Writ still didn't notice that pulling a seriously injured person at the rate he was going was bound to end in disaster in one way or another. Unfortunately for Izzy, Writ tended to ignore those kind of things.

"What kind of things you need to do?"

"I don't know who shot you, but-" Writ felt Izzy getting harder to pull. He looked to see him being literately dragged along.

Oh.

Writ grabbed Izzy by the arm and hoisted him up, "Come on, we're almost there, I think." He had no idea where Izzy lived, and the fact that they were in the warehouse district didn't make things any easier. Writ tended to avoid the labyrinth of shipping crates and abandoned buildings. His mental map of the city got a little fuzzy here. He nudged Izzy, making sure he was still conscious.

"I know there's a whole cafe full of Blacksuits in Middling, maybe you'll find your guy there." Writ said, "I was thinking about going down there myself, you know, spice things up. I could use some help."