"Thank fuck Kaeli got it right. I think it all depends on how dead you... are we really having this discussion? Only in Excolo..."
Iago agrees that us moving ourselves is bad enough right now, let alone Kaeli. I mean... if we could fashion a sort of stretcher I suppose we could act as sled dogs... but he's right. How the fuck would we explain that, in conjunction with all the blood?
"She looks light though and I believe I could carry her. All I have to do is get up." I watch him dubiously, but color me shocked; he gets to his feet.
"Need a hand?" I wave it away. "No, if you can do it, I suppose I can get my sorry ass off the ground. Besides, I'm heavier than you think..." Groan loudly, and I must look ridiculous; but I manage it. I'd hate to have pulled you back down." I sigh, pushing bloodied hair from my eyes.
"Lucien, how are we going to explain this? And who should we tell, if at all? Certainly Mab and the deputy, but beyond that... Glass?"
"Glass? I mean... she see the raising of the dead or the meddling in the affairs of a corpse a massively bad thing. She may get pissed off that Kaeli managed to bring me back. And trust me; I. Was. Dead."
Look around, somewhere between glad no one's found us and irritated no one heard us. "Can't explain the why of what just happened... but the who? That just happened to be the demon I got yanked out of me. We'll have to tell Mab that Mr. Underhill, should he show his face again, should be shot on sight." Like that will work. Rub my face, feeling beyond exhausted.
"C'mon. Let's get Kaeli back to my place. Between the two of us I think we can manage it. Each of us take an arm, carry her upright between us?"
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Date: 2012-04-11 10:45 pm (UTC)Iago agrees that us moving ourselves is bad enough right now, let alone Kaeli. I mean... if we could fashion a sort of stretcher I suppose we could act as sled dogs... but he's right. How the fuck would we explain that, in conjunction with all the blood?
"She looks light though and I believe I could carry her. All I have to do is get up." I watch him dubiously, but color me shocked; he gets to his feet.
"Need a hand?" I wave it away. "No, if you can do it, I suppose I can get my sorry ass off the ground. Besides, I'm heavier than you think..." Groan loudly, and I must look ridiculous; but I manage it. I'd hate to have pulled you back down." I sigh, pushing bloodied hair from my eyes.
"Lucien, how are we going to explain this? And who should we tell, if at all? Certainly Mab and the deputy, but beyond that... Glass?"
"Glass? I mean... she see the raising of the dead or the meddling in the affairs of a corpse a massively bad thing. She may get pissed off that Kaeli managed to bring me back. And trust me; I. Was. Dead."
Look around, somewhere between glad no one's found us and irritated no one heard us. "Can't explain the why of what just happened... but the who? That just happened to be the demon I got yanked out of me. We'll have to tell Mab that Mr. Underhill, should he show his face again, should be shot on sight." Like that will work. Rub my face, feeling beyond exhausted.
"C'mon. Let's get Kaeli back to my place. Between the two of us I think we can manage it. Each of us take an arm, carry her upright between us?"