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"If I do something very weird, do you promise not to freak out and try to hit me or run away?" Marley asks, tilting his head. "I may have to knock you out, drag you to civilisation and draw a moustache on you if you do."

"Aye, promise I won't freak out."

Not a phrase Will knows but honestly he doesn't have the energy to get worried about anything more.

"Good Brightly Coloured Past Guy." Marley says, gently, before heading a little way from Will, dropping into a crouch, left eye glowing under his hair. Then, he jumps, a shockwave of blue energy spreading out from his feet, dissipating before it reaches Will.

He jumps very high.

High enough that he can't really be seen.

Perhaps Toronto is in Faerie is what Marley's jumping think since clearly that's something the Fae would be able to do.

Marley's first thought, when he gets up high, using shockwaves to clear away the clouds for a better view, is that he can't really see much in the way of civilisation.

Except that one city, just off in the distance. There appears to be a herd of gazelle heading for it. Promising. Or it would be, if Marley wasn't fairly certain that there shouldn't be any gazelle on what seem to be American plains.

He lands back down with a crash, using another shockwave to slow his fall.
"That way." Pointing.

"Aye, wish 'ad my knife or somethin', forgive me if I'm useless."

Will's not going to ask how Marley can do that since usually if you ask a favor of the Fae, you end up in debt to them.

"A knife wouldn't really help us, here," Marley replies. "Can you walk? Granted, there are quicker ways to get there."

"Aye, think I can, ye mean ye've other gifts?"

"A few," Reluctantly. "I'd hop there, but you might get sick."

"Naught in my stomach to get sick with."

"Okay. Need to figure out a way to pick you up, then." Marley frowns. "Stand on my feet?"

Will nods, wrapping the jacket a little tighter around himself and facing Marley, looking for a way that will work best,

"Aye."

"That's not going to work. Won't be able to move much." Marley frowns.

"Um, could 'old onto to yer back, I guess or 'rhaps ye should just 'ead out that way an come back for me."

"Oh, joy. Piggyback ride." Dryly. "Okay, we'll try that."

Will isn't enjoying the idea that much either but they've got no other way to get there.

So he puts his arms through the jacket, only wincing slightly and holds onto Marley's back,

"If we can find some ale, I'll get the first round."

"I could sure use some alcohol." Marley says, running forward as quickly as he can, which, while still far faster than any human could go, is rather slower than his top speed by virtue of the fact that he has somebody on his back.

He jumps eventually, using an extra large shockwave to propel himself and Will off the ground and forward.

The whole experience is a little terrifying but Will is not going to think about it, the past few days have been so full of pain and terror, this seems simpler,

"Oh aye, a drink always 'elps."

"It does." Absently, as they land again, and Marley runs a little more before taking another jump.

"An somethin' warm to eat."

"That too." Unfortunately, super stamina isn't one of Marley's superpowers. Running at full pelt, jumping and using his powers while carrying a man who is not all that much smaller than him on his back is starting to take it's toll. "May have to stop and rest, soon."

"Oh aye, course."

Well at least they've covered a good bit of land and are now somewhere in Nebraska, not that they know that.

Marley slows to a stop, shaking Will off and sitting down.
"How're your wounds?"

Will ends up rather heavily on the ground and gently stretches his back,

"Still 'urt a lot but think the jackets 'elpin' 'em na bleed too much."

"Good." Marley says, simply. "Having you bleed to death would be bad."