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"If something's going to break, it's because the roller coaster smells betrayal." Rialto didn't even blink at Marko's casual disregard, returning his salute with all the gravity of a soldier trudging to the front lines and as though he hadn't sniped him with all his cynical verbal might. He wouldn't die upon climbing the roller coaster by himself, at least not on the head of his own ability to ascend its crooked slope. Rather, if he was going to die, it would probably because flip flops had bad friction, and the world laughed at people trying to climb broken roller coasters while wearing flip flops.
Oh, Cat and dramatic entrances. She probably didn't even mean to do it. That sly dog.
Rialto only rolled his head to appraise their favourite headhunter, elbow otherwise totally motionless on Ezra's shoulder; a perch nice and stiff, just ripe for hanging off. "Precisely," he agreed, "it's good target practise." Which, if Marko was the garnish to their supernatural salad, would end up being the opposite of pretty, because Marko being sniped by any means physical (allowing his own intangible snipery) would consequently be - as the mortals said - wack. His toppling off the roller coaster? Wack. The crumbling stones of his leadership as the town rioted in uncoordinated anarchy? Wack. Keeping Marko alive? Tight. As fuck.
He cupped his mouth to be better heard and fairly yodelled, "Large child, please alight from the roller coaster. If you want spare parts, I can dismantle my phone-sized toolbox, but it'll cost you."
Oh, Cat and dramatic entrances. She probably didn't even mean to do it. That sly dog.
Rialto only rolled his head to appraise their favourite headhunter, elbow otherwise totally motionless on Ezra's shoulder; a perch nice and stiff, just ripe for hanging off. "Precisely," he agreed, "it's good target practise." Which, if Marko was the garnish to their supernatural salad, would end up being the opposite of pretty, because Marko being sniped by any means physical (allowing his own intangible snipery) would consequently be - as the mortals said - wack. His toppling off the roller coaster? Wack. The crumbling stones of his leadership as the town rioted in uncoordinated anarchy? Wack. Keeping Marko alive? Tight. As fuck.
He cupped his mouth to be better heard and fairly yodelled, "Large child, please alight from the roller coaster. If you want spare parts, I can dismantle my phone-sized toolbox, but it'll cost you."
© MADI
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