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Sam took great delight in frequently asking 'are we nearly there yet?' as they travelled. Then his attention was rather sharply drawn by all the snow and ice around San Francisco.

Then his attention was even more sharply drawn by the sudden storm that picked up, tossing them around. Their landing was ... rather rough. They hit a tree, among other things.

Twenty minutes later, Sam is shivering from the cold as he inspects the engine of the car.
"Why is everything so cold here?" It is, indeed, very cold. San Francisco appears to be not only utterly wrecked, but also entirely deserted and covered in snow (almost up to Sam's knees) and frost. After a moment's staring at the engine. "Guys, we're going to need a bunch of new parts for this thing."

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"Ravens don't have hair." Sam points out irritably.

The hob glares at Sam,

"Best learn to be polite, young master, else she'll be stealin' you away."

Will glares at Sam, "Please, master hob, tell us where to find the Queen."

Again the hob looks down, "If you truly seek her, young masters, find her over the water at the island prison, she guards all her treasures there."

Then he steps sideways and disappears from their sight, which causes Will to curse.

Sam considers this for a moment.

"We need iron."

"Oh aye, we do an a map an 'oly symbols. God damn it, na right 'er bein' caught, she's 'ad 'nough trouble in 'er life."

"I think we can probably dispense with the holy symbols." Sam says, dryly. "Let's just try and find iron."

That makes Will looks at Sam closely,

"Aye, if ye're sure an shouldna be too 'ard to find."

Sam peers closely at Will in return.

"You're not sure? Waving a cross or a six-spoked wheel in their faces is just going to make them laugh."

"Nay, it willna, they fear 'oly symbols an iron."

"You know this from personal experience, do you?"

"Tis true in all the tales, 'ow do ye know differently?"

"None of the magical beings I've ever met were warded off by holy symbols. Why should fairies be any different?"

"Fine, then we willna rely on 'em, but doesna 'urt to grab a cross amongst all the iron."

You know in arguments where one person says something and the other person childishly imitates them?

There's a brief golden glow and a little bit of mist, and Sam shifts into looking identical to Will.
"Doesna hurt to grab a cross amongst all the iron." His voice is still Sam's, though, pitched to be irritatingly high.

So Will punches Sam looking like him, it feels really good since he's feeling helpless.

Sam laughs, a little, abruptly snapping back to his own form.

And then he promptly raises his fists. After all - There's nothing wrong with beating up your friends. It's for stress relief!

Will grumbles something and doesn't even raise his own fists just punches Sam twice in the gut.

Sam stumbles back, momentarily winded, before throwing several punches towards Will's gut in response.

They hurt, but Will doesn't care, fighting someone feels good and he tackles Sam, sending them both into a snowdrift and trying to pin him.

This attempt prompts Sam to try to headbutt Will, shoving up against him.

Will grunts at the head butt but doesn't stay down, his wounds are going to hurt a lot after this. Just well sometimes you need to beat someone up.

Sam completely agrees with this philosophy.

Which is why he tries to knee Will in the groin.

Sam's father taught him quite well and Will curls up at that and then in the distance, galloping horses can be heard on the street, sweeping down the hill towards the fighting young men.

"... Er, Will?" Sam frowns. "Can you hear horses?"

"Aye.." Then he looks up and tackles Sam again, trying to pull them out of the road which doesn't work since there's a car there.

The horsemen pull to a stop at the shifted snow, Will's hair is easy to spot.

On the first horse, a woman rides, leather armor showing off her every asset as she points her blade at the two men,

"Who dares to trespass on the Queen's land?"

O hay, pretty woman. Sam grins, a little.

"Hi. I'm Sam, this is Will." Jabbing a thumb at Will. "We're trespassing? I had no idea." He does, actually, manage to feign innocent cluelessness quite well.