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Flash and bang.

Rooftop to rooftop.

Morrigan is disoriented as hell, which luckily doesn't show. (Armour.)

The disorientation doesn't improve when she recognizes New York.

...well, half of New York.

Comments

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

"No clue."

[seaofscreams.livejournal.com]

"Well, fuck."

That about sums up the situation.

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

"Not right now."

[seaofscreams.livejournal.com]

"I will hurt you if you make that joke again."

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

Tomas just sticks his tongue out.

[seaofscreams.livejournal.com]

Petulant glare.

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

"There are people down in the subway - Two more. We can use your motorcycle for extra lighting."

[seaofscreams.livejournal.com]

"Great. I hate that thing, anyways. Bloody pointless when I can outrun my own damn bike."

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

Tomas snorts, quietly.

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She laughs.

"Seriously. Gimme a vehicle that can break the sound barrier. Until then, I'm happy on my own two feet."

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

"Good for you."

[seaofscreams.livejournal.com]

"Shove it."

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

"No need to be mean."

[seaofscreams.livejournal.com]

Noncommittal grunt.

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

Tomas rolls his eyes.

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Sor' rolls her eyes right back!

They could have a contest!

[machina-grim.livejournal.com]

Tomas decides against this.

"Follow me, then. I'll take you back to the subway."