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Callahan looked at her like she was out of her gullet. And she might as well be! A piece of his hair? Why, was she quite mad? Perhaps a Witch, Oh, he hated those witch types, he really did! With their mean cats and terrible spells. He shivered inwardly at the last time he ran into that kind. He was a frog for far too long. Oh, his tongue would never turn back to normal!
But enough of that! " Are you da--" He was cut off by a boy who looked so out of place, it almost made him sad. And a girl, who looked quite ready to kick her own bucket and call it a night. Damn kids! What did they think, that Callahan was their baby-sitter? Where was their bloody parents? Housewives? Care takers of ANY KIND? He glared down at the girl-- Poppy? Pipi? Papii? Pompii? What have you, he glared down at her. He knew that he shouldn't have trusted himself.
Damn adventures. This'll ruin him from ever leaving Hart's place again.
"Take me now, God," He muttered into his hand. He looked to the proper boy, with a sarcastic tone. He was very well pissed. "No, sir, I did not see a man chase a mouse. And no, sir, I do not know what a raven has in common with a writing desk. And no, sir, I do not know what is greater than God, or more evil than the devil. Now, excuse me, princess, but I do not have time for these childish riddles. " His eyebrow, Callahan was sure of it, was twitching angrily. God surly was testing him.
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Archie was being dragged which way and that, but it was mostly his footwork what did that. He was thankful that fear broke his vocal cords, or else he would have damn near brought Leanne into a painful process of being dumb and deaf. When the thing collapsed, and Leanne moved forward, he knew something had to be wrong.
Sure, he wasn't the strongest, but he tried to hold her back. When she turned around and told him that he was going to be alright, he almost spoke, "Well, it's not me I'm worried about," But, nothing came out when he tried. He was pulled forward, again, and there he saw a child.
Oh, Archie was about to faint. He was going to drop dead, and no one was going to be aware that he died in the middle of God-Knows-Where by the hand of God-Knows-Who. But he was only sure his heart had stopped when the child dropped to the ground in a heap of leaves, and a few twigs. He was in awe, but it seems that Leanne wasn't.
She jumped back, on top of Archie, and he was sure that now indeed his heart was racing and that now indeed he WAS going to die of a heart attack. He looked to her and noticed how very beautiful her eyes looked when she was uncomfortable. God strike him down. but he was thankful about this adventure after all. But he could she that she wasn't only uncomfortable, but she looked damn near sick with fear. As if her eyes were mirrors, and they were reflecting what Archie had looked like all that time before.
They soon were up, and Archie payed no mind to what she was saying. Something about food? Hmm... Archie pulled a hand away from hers, and reached over to grab a stick that was jutting out from a dead tree. The branch was thick, and he was sure that it would would for what he needed. He broke it in half, and used a lone rock to sharpen the tip into a curious pencil shaped tool. Archie took a moment to look around. Trees, he noted. Tons of them. Light was fading fast, so he only had minuets to work. He looked towards a large oak tree, with a mossy flank. Perfect.
Moss doesn't only grow on the north side of trees, he learned from a book, but it just MOSTLY grows on the north side. That rule only applies in the northern hemisphere--in the southern hemisphere, moss mostly grows on the south sides of trees. If he was right, than the mossy flank was facing north.
So they came from the north. Archie knelt down before the trunk, and wrote an N. Since north was facing from where they came, he wrote an E on the left side. Well, it was logical that south was the polar opposite of north, so he wrote that away from where they came from. West was on the right. Now he had a compass! Albeit not the most accurate, but he had one, none the less.
Now, Archibald the Cartographer began drawing a quick map. He talked to himself as he knelt on the ground. He drew a quick pond, the chariot, and the entrance from where he ran towards. He recalled passing a large rock, and a tree that looked quite like a mean bar tender, with a batch of wilting flowers, with curious silver thorns before it's trunk. Archie faintly remembered that he was so close to touching it, but he kept his mind on his pet. He caught Lyall near that strange girl who turned to nothingness, and then he met with Leanne....
Archie took a moment to look over what he had now. He had a hand on his chin as he was deep in thought. Assuming the others followed him, they must have started the same path, but left along another way... Right! Before he ran into that tree, there was just a small trail that led towards the south east of where they were, and judging from where they were right then, they were... North!
Archie smiled, and simply drew one last thing; a large arrow, pointing towards their new destination. If Archie was at all incorrect about his locations, the lost patrons could find where they had attempted to go. He wrote his name under the arrow, and turned to Leanne.
Archie could see the color had drained from her face, and she was keeling over into the mud-- the mud, even! He knew something was wrong. He sighed, knelt with her, and gently lifted her up, such as a groom would carry a bride. "Leanne, I know where your brother is," He said, with a small smile. Oh, he hoped he was right. But, on the bright side, if he wasn't, he could try and have his father help Leanne.
If they got out of there alive, that was.
Archie swallowed, and trudged on, carrying Leanne in his arms.
But enough of that! " Are you da--" He was cut off by a boy who looked so out of place, it almost made him sad. And a girl, who looked quite ready to kick her own bucket and call it a night. Damn kids! What did they think, that Callahan was their baby-sitter? Where was their bloody parents? Housewives? Care takers of ANY KIND? He glared down at the girl-- Poppy? Pipi? Papii? Pompii? What have you, he glared down at her. He knew that he shouldn't have trusted himself.
Damn adventures. This'll ruin him from ever leaving Hart's place again.
"Take me now, God," He muttered into his hand. He looked to the proper boy, with a sarcastic tone. He was very well pissed. "No, sir, I did not see a man chase a mouse. And no, sir, I do not know what a raven has in common with a writing desk. And no, sir, I do not know what is greater than God, or more evil than the devil. Now, excuse me, princess, but I do not have time for these childish riddles. " His eyebrow, Callahan was sure of it, was twitching angrily. God surly was testing him.
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Archie was being dragged which way and that, but it was mostly his footwork what did that. He was thankful that fear broke his vocal cords, or else he would have damn near brought Leanne into a painful process of being dumb and deaf. When the thing collapsed, and Leanne moved forward, he knew something had to be wrong.
Sure, he wasn't the strongest, but he tried to hold her back. When she turned around and told him that he was going to be alright, he almost spoke, "Well, it's not me I'm worried about," But, nothing came out when he tried. He was pulled forward, again, and there he saw a child.
Oh, Archie was about to faint. He was going to drop dead, and no one was going to be aware that he died in the middle of God-Knows-Where by the hand of God-Knows-Who. But he was only sure his heart had stopped when the child dropped to the ground in a heap of leaves, and a few twigs. He was in awe, but it seems that Leanne wasn't.
She jumped back, on top of Archie, and he was sure that now indeed his heart was racing and that now indeed he WAS going to die of a heart attack. He looked to her and noticed how very beautiful her eyes looked when she was uncomfortable. God strike him down. but he was thankful about this adventure after all. But he could she that she wasn't only uncomfortable, but she looked damn near sick with fear. As if her eyes were mirrors, and they were reflecting what Archie had looked like all that time before.
They soon were up, and Archie payed no mind to what she was saying. Something about food? Hmm... Archie pulled a hand away from hers, and reached over to grab a stick that was jutting out from a dead tree. The branch was thick, and he was sure that it would would for what he needed. He broke it in half, and used a lone rock to sharpen the tip into a curious pencil shaped tool. Archie took a moment to look around. Trees, he noted. Tons of them. Light was fading fast, so he only had minuets to work. He looked towards a large oak tree, with a mossy flank. Perfect.
Moss doesn't only grow on the north side of trees, he learned from a book, but it just MOSTLY grows on the north side. That rule only applies in the northern hemisphere--in the southern hemisphere, moss mostly grows on the south sides of trees. If he was right, than the mossy flank was facing north.
So they came from the north. Archie knelt down before the trunk, and wrote an N. Since north was facing from where they came, he wrote an E on the left side. Well, it was logical that south was the polar opposite of north, so he wrote that away from where they came from. West was on the right. Now he had a compass! Albeit not the most accurate, but he had one, none the less.
Now, Archibald the Cartographer began drawing a quick map. He talked to himself as he knelt on the ground. He drew a quick pond, the chariot, and the entrance from where he ran towards. He recalled passing a large rock, and a tree that looked quite like a mean bar tender, with a batch of wilting flowers, with curious silver thorns before it's trunk. Archie faintly remembered that he was so close to touching it, but he kept his mind on his pet. He caught Lyall near that strange girl who turned to nothingness, and then he met with Leanne....
Archie took a moment to look over what he had now. He had a hand on his chin as he was deep in thought. Assuming the others followed him, they must have started the same path, but left along another way... Right! Before he ran into that tree, there was just a small trail that led towards the south east of where they were, and judging from where they were right then, they were... North!
Archie smiled, and simply drew one last thing; a large arrow, pointing towards their new destination. If Archie was at all incorrect about his locations, the lost patrons could find where they had attempted to go. He wrote his name under the arrow, and turned to Leanne.
Archie could see the color had drained from her face, and she was keeling over into the mud-- the mud, even! He knew something was wrong. He sighed, knelt with her, and gently lifted her up, such as a groom would carry a bride. "Leanne, I know where your brother is," He said, with a small smile. Oh, he hoped he was right. But, on the bright side, if he wasn't, he could try and have his father help Leanne.
If they got out of there alive, that was.
Archie swallowed, and trudged on, carrying Leanne in his arms.