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longestnight_old2013-07-19 05:15 am
morethanmyth) wrote in longestnight_old2013-07-19 05:15 am
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Better Late Than Never
The yetis and elves had been extremely welcoming when they arrived back at the Pole. As soon as they shook themselves out of their shock at how battered they'd looked, they'd immediately brought out the blankets, spare clothes, first aid kits, food and drinks. Cocoa was pressed into people's hands whether they wanted it or not.
"Blughbloghughblug?"
"Out of nowhere. In broad daylight, no less," Katherine said to one of the yetis, holding her half-finished cup of hot cocoa in her hands. "It goes without saying that this is very, very bad."
"Ooghughaugh. Blughooghablorgblurgh?"
"Oh, well, that may be because they're still tethered to their worlds to a degree." She looked to the others. "He said someone named Wonder Woman, a Mr. Stark, and some undead fellow that had stayed behind at the Pole disappeared while you were meeting with me. I suppose that supports my hypothesis about the trans-dimensional tethering."
It had been a little while now since they'd returned and there was still no sign of Jack and Bunny. It was obviously bothering Katherine. In between her idle chatter with the yetis, who seemed to regard with her great fondness, she was pacing back and forth through the area that had been made into a "common area" while they'd been away. It was comfortable, full of plush red couches and cushions and tables for them to sit at to eat. Board games in many varieties had been stacked around.
The yetis were on standby, ready to get anything they needed, or show those who hadn't seen the Pole yet around.
"They should be back by now. I don't know why they're not back by now. Maybe the lindworms gave them trouble. Perhaps they had to take shelter in the Warren."
She chugged down her cocoa like someone else might nervously down a shot of whisky and then went for a refill.
[ooc: This is just for a few minutes of post-fight mingling and then the return of Jack and Bunny, then it'll be free-threading after this.]
"Blughbloghughblug?"
"Out of nowhere. In broad daylight, no less," Katherine said to one of the yetis, holding her half-finished cup of hot cocoa in her hands. "It goes without saying that this is very, very bad."
"Ooghughaugh. Blughooghablorgblurgh?"
"Oh, well, that may be because they're still tethered to their worlds to a degree." She looked to the others. "He said someone named Wonder Woman, a Mr. Stark, and some undead fellow that had stayed behind at the Pole disappeared while you were meeting with me. I suppose that supports my hypothesis about the trans-dimensional tethering."
It had been a little while now since they'd returned and there was still no sign of Jack and Bunny. It was obviously bothering Katherine. In between her idle chatter with the yetis, who seemed to regard with her great fondness, she was pacing back and forth through the area that had been made into a "common area" while they'd been away. It was comfortable, full of plush red couches and cushions and tables for them to sit at to eat. Board games in many varieties had been stacked around.
The yetis were on standby, ready to get anything they needed, or show those who hadn't seen the Pole yet around.
"They should be back by now. I don't know why they're not back by now. Maybe the lindworms gave them trouble. Perhaps they had to take shelter in the Warren."
She chugged down her cocoa like someone else might nervously down a shot of whisky and then went for a refill.
[ooc: This is just for a few minutes of post-fight mingling and then the return of Jack and Bunny, then it'll be free-threading after this.]
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And proceeds to pick up Bunny with Jack draped over top of him. With no apparent effort required. She may take the opportunity to press her face into an un-injured patch of fur on Bunny's side, just for a second. He's okay. Thank goodness.
Then she turns her grin up at the yetis. "Where should I put him?"
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He would have gotten off, but that would've meant an awkward stumble to the ground since he wasn't holding his staff anymore and he really was almost too tired to move himself.
One of the Yetis stepped forward to show Molly the way.
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But all snark aside, this . . . was touching. He could, in theory, have been recuperating alone in the warren, and that would have had its own upsides. Grass to lie on, the sound of spring in his ears, and his dignity intact.
On the other hand, it also would have meant a long, long recovery, with no one to help him recover. And he had already done that, many times before, for many centuries in the past. He wasn't used to being carried around when he was six feet tall, but he couldn't complain about it. Molly's unabashed sweetness was a rarity. When she buried her face in his fur, he patted her hair gently. He'd protected her, but scared her in the process. The hitch in his breath was slight, but there.
The yetis lead her to a yet-unoccupied room, with a neatly turned-down bed that looked far too soft for his liking. He eyed it without complaint, glancing around the room for a corner to curl up in instead.