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[maddest]

[The PCD jostles to life as Break runs, blade in hand, turkeys in pursuit. It's all a bit of a blurr. The blood is hard to miss; it's bright red, it isn't clear whether or not it belongs to Break. He leaps, lands with a jostle that sends a burst of audio static, and starts to climb for all he's worth.

Once he makes it up the front of the building, using a quick combination of the rain pipe, a shop sign and a few windowsills, he seems to breathe a bit easier. He looks at the PCD and outright frowns, because of course it's turned on. And just when he was being particularly violent, too.

Damage control time. He smiles at the feed and asks, in an exagerated whisper that doesn't quite take away from the blood splatter across his face;]

Does anyone know if turkeys can fly?

Comments

[vedaandme.livejournal.com]

Is there something wrong with shooting them?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

A lack of spare bullets.

[vedaandme.livejournal.com]

I've heard that seems to be a problem.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I didn't arrive with a gun, either.

[vedaandme.livejournal.com]

No. It seems not everyone does.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Did you?

[vedaandme.livejournal.com]

I did. Then again, I was rarely without one in my own world.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

And I kept my cane.

[vedaandme.livejournal.com]

Is it useful?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I'd be lost without it.

[vedaandme.livejournal.com]

Then it is good that it arrived with you.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

You're right.

I'm closer to home now. I might say goodbye and make a last run at it.

[vedaandme.livejournal.com]

Good luck.