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I live I die I live again
Jun. 23rd, 2015 10:29 pmMax doesn't know how long he's gone, except that by the time he returns he has a beard that feels like boar-bristle, and a few things for them in the glove compartment; hide, aluminum, and a small box of apple seeds.
Driving back towards the rock formations that are Citadel, he feels less uncomfortable than he would have expected he might.
Social niceties, he thinks, and blows past the guard point that tries to stop him, check him, ignoring the alarm he apparently raises, peeling easily around the party of war pups that swarms out to try to stop him. He lays on the horn, like he used to when he was a kid, and then parks, and heads for the gates, heedless of the chaos he's sowed behind him, or the fact that people will be sent running for her.
Driving back towards the rock formations that are Citadel, he feels less uncomfortable than he would have expected he might.
Social niceties, he thinks, and blows past the guard point that tries to stop him, check him, ignoring the alarm he apparently raises, peeling easily around the party of war pups that swarms out to try to stop him. He lays on the horn, like he used to when he was a kid, and then parks, and heads for the gates, heedless of the chaos he's sowed behind him, or the fact that people will be sent running for her.
