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Rachel dreams - spoilers for the end of the Animorphs series
Her pace is steady, if only because anything that isn't steady calls her attention and gives her something to be angry at, and even Rachel finds it difficult to get mad at her own feet. Plodding along with her little bag slung over one shoulder, chewing numbly on some of the bread from yesterday's dinner, hardly looking around her. It's just another road in another state probably with another town that needs a thug tossed out of it or something. Doesn't need her, just needs anybody.
What's the point?
Grumbling to herself, a very tired, very cranky blonde continues on.
Her pace is steady, if only because anything that isn't steady calls her attention and gives her something to be angry at, and even Rachel finds it difficult to get mad at her own feet. Plodding along with her little bag slung over one shoulder, chewing numbly on some of the bread from yesterday's dinner, hardly looking around her. It's just another road in another state probably with another town that needs a thug tossed out of it or something. Doesn't need her, just needs anybody.
What's the point?
Grumbling to herself, a very tired, very cranky blonde continues on.
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When another flash from her dream hits her and she still has no answers and throws her bag at a passing tree with a practical roar of frustration, throwing her head back to do it, then she's looking up.
...and looking a little sheepish while she's at it.
Hi, Lucy.
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"Pineapple," she says simply.
It makes everything better!
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"Oh, sweet, you're the best, Lucy."
Fr srs. Rachel grins as she takes the bag and peeks inside.
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There are pineapples! Three, even! (The rest are back in Lucy's kitchen.)
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Rachel beams.
And trots over to the bag she'd thrown at the tree to dig around for a bit.
"I have no idea what your style is," she says, walking back with something clutched in her hand, "but this totally isn't mind and it'd look great on you anyway."
Here, Lucy, have one of those utterly useless things villagers insisted on giving Rachel for her help: an opal pendant on a silver chain.
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"Thank you," she says, taking it and wrapping the chain a few times around her wrist.
(If she wears it properly the chain might break when she upshifts.)
Also? BEAM.
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"What are you doing all the way out here? Hawaii's the other way."
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Friendly eyeroll.
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Apparently it had not occurred to her that the purpose of Lucy going out would be only to find her.
"...yeah, I knew that," she says slowly, smiling a little. "Guess I'm getting easy to track. How embarrassing."
It'd be more embarrassing if she'd been trying to cover her path... at all.
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You need not fear for your stealth abilities, Rachel.
...though they are kind of lame at the moment.
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...and she's going to insist that if she was, Lucy would not be able to find her. Because she says so.
Even if her grin remains a little sheepish.
"Guess so. What've you been up to?"
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Yes, yes, terrible pun.
But when flying is what you're up to, what are you supposed to say?
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If asked, Rachel will deny to her grave that she was smirking when she said that.
Er... well, she'll deny it.
"So everything's okay? No big problems over at Sweet Valley Farm?"
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"No problems," she confirms. "All good."
Well, at least, if there are any problems she hasn't noticed.
Easy to do that when you spend most of your time in the sky.
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Though she looks slightly disappointed to find out that another place still has no problems.
"Oh. Well... good."
Peachy.
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Headtilt.
"...Want problems?"
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So, so, so badly.
Rachel sighs and returns to the tree that had felt the earlier wrath of her bag, setting the pineapple-bag down beside it and leaning against the tree itself. "I'm going out of my mind here, there's nothing to do."
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"Yes. Yes yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes."
She's already morphing to a shape that can keep up with Lucy - which happens to be, in fact, Lucy.
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The closer to the east coast you fly, the more the ground is carpeted in rustling green.
There are a lot of triffids. New York City is pretty much the northernmost tail end of the spread; they go down the coast for long enough that the other side of the infestation is not remotely visible.
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[When we land, you've gotta tell me... what's the big threat? Killer plants? Why not just drop a truckload of weed killer?]
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There's a castle by the city. That's new.
Lucy doesn't head for it; she takes them to the roof of a mostly-gutted three-story building in an area that smells faintly but insistently of humans.
"People underground," says Lucy simply after she downshifts.
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And demorphs, quickly.
"They're okay down there? Is this an attack or a rescue?"
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Which is a very Lucy way of saying exactly what her narration rather idiotically failed to smalltext last tag.
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Rachel smirks, a little humorlessly. "We'll see," is all she says about them liking her.
It depends on how much they see, she has no doubt.
"How do they attack? I need to know how to counter it."
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