[peddling out here has been quite the exercise, but Red isn't about to stop now. far from it. the fact that he's encountered no resistance so far as only made him more resolute to continue ahead. there's nowhere else to go but forward, after all.
Pikachu pokes its head out from the open flaps of his backpack, enjoying the ride. it murmurs a soft pi? when they come to a stop in front of the sign, where the countryside that stretches out before it grows murky and strange, like the hazy lines you see in the air when it's really humid outside. Red, of course, remains silent in his contemplations.
if he listens closely, he can hear something that sounds like the staticy reception of a bad television. he remains parked, holding his breath as he tries to catch the sound again.]
[a tiny nod and a mh follow. he doesn't ask if she knows who he is; he's never had that desire, the kind where he feels the need to gloat about his accomplishments. it seems rather silly to brag about something he walked away from anyway.]
If you came out here to head to the towns beyond, you're out of luck. Go any further and you'll just wind up on the road back to Mayfield. If there's anything out here, it's probably really well hidden.
[is that the tiniest tug of a smile? nah. must be imagining it.
and did Lyra walk all this way by herself? seems a little mean to just let her keep doing it when they could both get things done so much more quickly if they worked together.]
[yell at not!dad to stop embarrassing me before any of my friends come along, of course. god.]
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[Red and Pikachu turn their gazes on him, the former looking particularly more thoughtful than the latter who just squints its beady little eyes in a mistrustful glare. the blood is a very nice touch; very telling. for Red, it just signifies one thing: someone was hurt, and judging by the way the older man is sitting casually on the car, it wasn't him.
cautiously, the boy kicks back off on his bike and pedals over. not the sharpest tool in the shed, is he.]
[he is totally that girl. except shorter. and with trained monsters at his disposal.]
I make it a point to do the opposite of what most people say I should do, Mr. Teatime. [it's conversational, light, and polite.] Grady isn't an exception.
[he doesn't say anything at first; fingering a small smudge of dirt on his left handlebar seems more interesting.]
If I could have it my way, no one would die today. [never mind that he's practically standing in blood right now. he notes the splotches with combined apathy and vague sadness.] No one deserves that if they wanna learn the truth.
Pikachu pokes its head out from the open flaps of his backpack, enjoying the ride. it murmurs a soft pi? when they come to a stop in front of the sign, where the countryside that stretches out before it grows murky and strange, like the hazy lines you see in the air when it's really humid outside. Red, of course, remains silent in his contemplations.
if he listens closely, he can hear something that sounds like the staticy reception of a bad television. he remains parked, holding his breath as he tries to catch the sound again.]
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If you came out here to head to the towns beyond, you're out of luck. Go any further and you'll just wind up on the road back to Mayfield. If there's anything out here, it's probably really well hidden.
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[Then again, she really should have expected this.]
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That doesn't mean you're giving up, right?
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[No, she doesn't notice. But she's confident enough now, so that's good.]
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and did Lyra walk all this way by herself? seems a little mean to just let her keep doing it when they could both get things done so much more quickly if they worked together.]
Hop on. I'll give you a ride.
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Thanks! [She quickly gets on, with Corsola following and hopping onto her head.]
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A bit off in the distance, your not!dad is sitting on the hood of a car. There is blood on the ground. You are likely to be eaten by a grue. What do?]
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[Red and Pikachu turn their gazes on him, the former looking particularly more thoughtful than the latter who just squints its beady little eyes in a mistrustful glare. the blood is a very nice touch; very telling. for Red, it just signifies one thing: someone was hurt, and judging by the way the older man is sitting casually on the car, it wasn't him.
cautiously, the boy kicks back off on his bike and pedals over. not the sharpest tool in the shed, is he.]
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You're not meant to be out here, Red. [YOU IN DANGER GIRL]
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I make it a point to do the opposite of what most people say I should do, Mr. Teatime. [it's conversational, light, and polite.] Grady isn't an exception.
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So don't go home and don't get killed. [This is his way of caring.]
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If I could have it my way, no one would die today. [never mind that he's practically standing in blood right now. he notes the splotches with combined apathy and vague sadness.] No one deserves that if they wanna learn the truth.
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