"Who?"



For just a moment, Ash hesitated. The sword wavered as his arm trembled, a flicker of torment crossing his face. Just a moment, before the blade came flashing down, but it was enough time for Ironhorse to lunge between them, shoving Ash away. There was the hideous screech of metal as the blade ripped into Ironhorses side and he staggered, almost going to his knees. Then Puck was yelling at Ironhorse to get moving. Ironhorse lurched to his feet and followed, dripping a thick black substance behind him, his wheezing breaths echoing down the stairwell. As they escaped SciCorp and fled into the streets, Ash stood at a window, a single tear frozen on his cheek.

She didn't look back up at the building, nor did she look back at Ash.

She gives him a long look. "It's none of your concern. It's not your responsibility." She pauses for a moment. "Or really mine, but it's the best way to prove it wasn't me."

"Maybe, but we need to get the scepter back regardless."


They go back to Leanansidhe's

"I'm going to take care of it." There's an edge to her voice. She clearly doesn't wnat to be talking about this.

" Well that was a failure. " Lise says.

He didn't care whether she wanted to talk about it or not. He wasn't even aware that the scepter had been missing.


(I remember the good old days when pop-ups would actually look like that)

The door opened and Leanansidhe entered the room, followed by Grim and two brownies bearing a tray with mugs. "Lise, dove, try to drink this. It should help."

(and then when you tried to close them the screen would fade and be like Internet explorer: Not responding)

she took the mug, and took a sip. " Thanks. "

She glares at him.

(Yeah....ah, the good old days. My internet is still crap though)

The hot liquid smelled strongly of herbs. Gah, it was like drinking potpourri in hot water, but it was working as it slid down her throat--a warm drowsiness stealing through her system.