All these things if I were King would all appear around me.

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near the river on Sunday, September 13th
afternoon

Boss's been on edge a bit, I think. Seems like it, anyway. Don't blame her, really. Duelin's a big thing. Never seen a duel. Wonder if maybe she'll let me be there to see it. And deal with that jackass if he manages to win. I shake my head and get up out of my chair, sick of staring at these papers like they'll suddenly say out loud what's printed on them so I can understand it.

I step out onto the porch and pause to light a cigarette before settin' out on Main. My hand reaches to my belt, automatically checking for my cuffs and my gun. They're there--always are.

When I reach the river, I pause and take in a deep breath of air before putting the cigarette back and inhaling the fumes. Still no clue what to do about the gods. No idea what to do about all of it.


[OPEN to Julia.]
[CLOSED.]

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Jule looks down at her knee, talkin' about washing of the blood and that look comes on her face again like she might pass out. Seen that look before. “Will you clean it up?" she asks, gripping my arm while her face goes white.

"Sure, Jule," I say, already moving to pick her up in my arms. By the time she threatens my shoes I've got her legs swung up gently over one arm and her back against my other. At least if the sheriff comes looking for me, I look like I'm working. "Yeah, pukin' on me might not be as fun as you think," I joke, juggling her and her violin case, and start movin' toward the abandoned apartment building. After a bit of walkin' and me checking to make sure that Jule's still breathing OK, we get to my place--one of the few rooms with a full roof and runnin' water still. I hesitate a second, tryin' to figure out where to put her, then finally set her on the bed. "You OK, Jule?" I ask, setting down the case.

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I barely pay attention to the walk. Right now, I concentrate on breathing though my nose and out of my mouth, and not choking on all the little rain drops that are wrecking havoc on everything around us.

Liam, talks to me as he walks. I almost protest at being caught up in his arms, like most women would. Thoughts of how heavy I am play in my mind, then vague whimpers interrupt from me as responses, so I figure until he drops me on my bottom, I should be okay.

My eyes are closed until we reach his place; I had half expected him to take me home, so I'm surprised when we aren't there. I’m set on the bed, most of the mud washed off from our walk in the rain to here, if it hadn’t been, I would have felt bad about ruining his bedding.

Even so, I look up at him forlornly.

"You OK, Jule?"

“Yeah.” I do NOT look back down at my legs.

“I know it’s a lot of trouble, but can I…How long have you been here?” I look around the room for a bathroom, and am glad to see one. And even though I still feel ill, I can’t help my curiosity.

“I need a shower...” One thought interrupts another and so on. Liam is pretty good at going with the flow, since he’s used to it. Nanshe bless him.

I stand, abet weakly, already starting to shed the jacket he’s given me and even going so far as to fold it so I can set it down at the foot of the bed.

“Can I use yours?”