( In a shady, last ditch effort to separate allies, her fingers slip from around Liv's wrist (4 vs 9) and she phases back out, sinking into the ground.
[Liv tries to grab hold of her again, but Sierra literally slips through her fingers. But that doesn't mean this is done, and she glances back to Shep.]
Go, make sure she doesn't cut them off on the way to the car. I'm right behind you.
( Stiles drops down and at the VERY last second misses an attempt (8 vs 9) as he falls against the dumpster with a thud.
"Everybody watch where you step!" he yells.
"She's trying to take someone," Shipp says, preferring to skip every fourth step. Her next attempt (12 v 18) Shipp sees Sierra's outline. He slides under the railing missing her completely. )
[Cora glances down from where she's coming down from above and she attempts to time her drop so that she can get her claws into the other woman when she's mostly solid (3), but timing solidity is harder than it looks, and she pulls back with a snarl.]
But, everyone gets to the car unscathed, everyone taking a seat, doors slamming behind them. The back is packed, four squished up against each other, but it's safer than being dragged away by a temporal witch. )
[Cora rolls her eyes as they all squish in, before taking advantage of her smaller stature and climbing over the front console into the passenger's seat.]
Now what?
["Now we go to the most plausible and safest place we can: the FBI." And he'll safely pull out into the street and start heading towards the federal buildings. "We can hide out in the offices until we get the all clear from your brother."
Liv blinks, and then reaches for her phone. "Shit, Luke."]
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Shipp stays up on the landing, blinking.
"Really cool trick." )
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Go, make sure she doesn't cut them off on the way to the car. I'm right behind you.
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"Everybody watch where you step!" he yells.
"She's trying to take someone," Shipp says, preferring to skip every fourth step. Her next attempt (12 v 18) Shipp sees Sierra's outline. He slides under the railing missing her completely. )
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And then, nothing. Maybe.
Stiles hesitates, looking at his allies.
"Why do I feel like we're playing the floor is lava?" )
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You said you had a car?
["Yeah, it's across the way."]
We should try and get in it.
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( This is not a game anyone should be playing.
But, everyone gets to the car unscathed, everyone taking a seat, doors slamming behind them. The back is packed, four squished up against each other, but it's safer than being dragged away by a temporal witch. )
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Now what?
["Now we go to the most plausible and safest place we can: the FBI." And he'll safely pull out into the street and start heading towards the federal buildings. "We can hide out in the offices until we get the all clear from your brother."
Liv blinks, and then reaches for her phone. "Shit, Luke."]
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( It's a damn shame that where he should feel most secure, he's not certain of, but someone has to voice his concerns.
Liv's phone comes to life at just about the same time she thinks of her brother. That twin telepathy is a bitch. )
And I'm not making excuses just because I'm supposed to be on vacation.
( If he walks back through those doors, he will be put on a damn assignment. There is no reconciliation, no real apology if he's just sent back out. )
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Do you have a better suggestion?
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( OK? )
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[Cora shifts in her seat to look at Sweets. "How do you know so much about witches?"]
That is a very long story involving a psychic and a circus in South Florida.
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( This makes it easier, not having to go through that spiel. )
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[He can't even begin to explain her whole situation, and she would probably be much better at it.]
But I've known about the supernatural since before I joined the FBI.
[And this thread is going to dove tail into the other one as Liv is about to make a choice ...]