Entry 21: Voice

[scentbombed]

((Takes place the day after this.))

[Private to Dean, Buffy, and George, separately]

I need to talk to you.

[Private to Wanda]

I need a favor.

...Sorry, strike that. Two favors.

[Private to Red]

We're going to the CES on the last night of the full moon. All right? It's time we stepped this up.

Comments

[Spam]

[19centconstable]

Well I couldn't tell you: that could defeat the purpose.

[Spam]

[scentbombed]

George... [She laughs, but it's somewhere between angry and helpless. She runs her fingers through her hair, scratching along her scalp very much like a human scratching at a dog's ears, trying to calm herself down.] Look, I don't doubt your, er, cunning, but you're pretty much guaranteed to die if it comes to that. Von Uberwalds have been hunting man for centuries. It's a game we play. [She frowns, picking at a spot on the sheets.] Even the children.

[Spam]

[19centconstable]

[George deflates slightly.]

What would you have me do, then?

[Spam]

[scentbombed]

I told you. You should stay away from me.

Or maybe... if it wasn't for Satsuki... [Even with Satsuki, it's suddenly a tempting idea to leave. She did it once, ran from Ankh-Morpork, and it hadn't worked, but... well, they can't follow her all the way back to the Disc, can they?

Can they?]

[Spam]

[19centconstable]

Perhaps I should, but I'm afraid that I cannot.

But if it would be a comfort to you, I'll stay in my own room.

[Spam]

[scentbombed]

[She sighs heavily, digging her thumbs into the corners of her eyes.] Gods, George. Fine. It's a... compromise. [Boy, she hates that word.

But her shoulders sag acquiescently, and after a moment, she stands wearily and moves over to him, kissing his cheek.] I didn't mean anything personal by it, I hope you know.

[Spam]

[19centconstable]

I do.

[He didn't. But he chooses not to let suspicions get the best of him.]

[Spam]

[scentbombed]

I mean, I would have said the same to... [That guy whose name never ever gets mentioned?] ...anyone. I quit my job once over my family. I left Ankh-Morpork. It's a... delicate issue.

[Spam]

[19centconstable]

But things reached a satisfactory conclusion?

[Spam]

[scentbombed]

Well, my boss came out to Uberwald and killed my brother. [...So yes.]

[Spam]

[19centconstable]

That would certainly conclude things.