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Aug. 29th, 2005 02:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
un_fallenMilliways’ front door slams open as Raguel comes tearing in, looking like an escapee from a Mad Max film. He’s covered in dust and the grime of the road, and he’s settled into a wildly rolling limp for the fastest movement possible. The borrowed leather jacket looks very out of place on him, and as he pulls off a dirty motorcycle helmet his hair stands out in all directions, sweaty and matted. “Raven!” he calls out hoarsely, blinking under the lights. “Raven, are you in here?”
The few early morning bar patrons hardly notice him, Milliways being what it is, and turn back to their food and their conversations. But Raguel can clearly see that Raven is not anywhere nearby, so with a muted curse he props open the door with a nearby chair and hurries to the Bar.
“I need to leave a note for Raven, Bar,” he whispers, and when there’s no response, he nearly yells with frustration. “Damn this ban-- it’s an emergency! Coyote needs some help, and this whole fucking place has--”
Pen and paper appear before he finishes, and he hastily scrawls a note, hoping that Raven can decipher his writing.
Raven –
Coyote’s disappeared, vanished on the spot. Was with her at campsite in the desert approx 2-3 hours ride south of her house. Said it was 'summoners,' that they had something, and that she could feel it. (?) Whatever it was seemed to originate east of our location. Checked the house, nobody there, cat seemed undisturbed. Going back to start search from camp. If you spot me from aerial vantage pls advise how I can help.
Raguel
“For Raven. As soon as he’s in,” he repeats, leaving the letter on the surface. It disappears and he rests both hands on the wood gratefully.
“Thank you,” he sighs, and pulling the chair at the door aside, he steps back into the desert and vanishes.
The few early morning bar patrons hardly notice him, Milliways being what it is, and turn back to their food and their conversations. But Raguel can clearly see that Raven is not anywhere nearby, so with a muted curse he props open the door with a nearby chair and hurries to the Bar.
“I need to leave a note for Raven, Bar,” he whispers, and when there’s no response, he nearly yells with frustration. “Damn this ban-- it’s an emergency! Coyote needs some help, and this whole fucking place has--”
Pen and paper appear before he finishes, and he hastily scrawls a note, hoping that Raven can decipher his writing.
Raven –
Coyote’s disappeared, vanished on the spot. Was with her at campsite in the desert approx 2-3 hours ride south of her house. Said it was 'summoners,' that they had something, and that she could feel it. (?) Whatever it was seemed to originate east of our location. Checked the house, nobody there, cat seemed undisturbed. Going back to start search from camp. If you spot me from aerial vantage pls advise how I can help.
Raguel
“For Raven. As soon as he’s in,” he repeats, leaving the letter on the surface. It disappears and he rests both hands on the wood gratefully.
“Thank you,” he sighs, and pulling the chair at the door aside, he steps back into the desert and vanishes.
