Carrie briefly considers using her powers to get down, but dismisses it after considering the potential damage to Birdbrain. Carrie's pout intensifies, "Fine, but only if you put me down where no one can see us afterwards".
After Birdbrain responds accepting the terms, "My overprotective father."
He nods and puts you down after you tell him.
"Not so difficult, yes? Carry on," he says, turning around, then taking off at a run, jumping in the air and beginning to furiously flap his wings, gaining altitude quickly. He looks quite a bit like a bird as he does this, you notice.
Alex would walk to the receptionist. "Is officer dog Kibble in? He wanted to talk to me."
She laughs to herself in a low voice.
"That one never gets old. Yeah, he's in. I'll page him," she says, then taps out a number on her desk phone, then immediately hangs up. "Now we wait."
And you do. It doesn't take long for Kibbel to show up. He looks ecstatic.
"Oh hey, John boy! Great to see you. Up for some business, maybe?" he says, pointing at a nearby staircase.
Selina thanks her again before going downstairs with her. She wanted to be able to relax, and it seemed that her peers had accepted her... so to speak. At the very least she was more comfortable now that there was nothing embarrassing the boys could see again.
You walk downstairs along with the girl, where Tim and Lloyd seem to be sitting around, talking about nothing at all from the sound of it. As you approach, they immediately turn to look at you.
"Hey, uh, you've got clothes," Lloyd notes.
"You look pretty okay now," Tim nods appreciatively.
"Yeah, so, now that that's out of the way, let's make some official introductions, okay?" the ginger girl says.
"Beat you to it," says Tim.
"Okay. Still, I'm Beth," she says, looking at you earnestly. "And these, you probably know, are Tim and Lloyd. Lynn's off somewhere doing her thing, I think."
"Who wants dinner?" Lynn shouts from deeper inside the house.
"Nobody!" Beth shouts back. "It's four in the morning!"
"Hey, Selina, you want anything to eat?" Tim asks you.
Kyle grits his teeth and focuses harder! He refuses to be beat by a mere instrument of murder!
There's not much more to it - you stabbed the guy, he dropped, and then you forgot everything - the alley, the stabbed guy, the knife - everything except you and your friend. The two of you walked out of there, guided more by instinct than anything else, and then you found your strength leaving you. And the rest, you guess, is history.
Racking his brain Steven tries to remember if there are any gun stores in Edwardston that he could break into.
There are, you're fairly certain, though none you can name off the top of your head. Pawn shops are more Edwardstown's game, really.
"No, Meche, I haven't had any luck. It's like six in the morning. We were gonna start searching today; you know we don't got the money for that, and Olive wouldn't let us do it anyway; she'd be out for blood, instead."
I swallowed, the frustration of the past night mingling with the worry this call provoked, but I managed to keep from hitting something or breaking down. I had a goal, and that goal was my brothers, and nothing else.
"Is that all you called for, Auntie?"
"Serra, baby, that's no good. I dunno if your brothers are even in town anymore! Look, I sold my car and the stuff in it, and I got two grand, and I don't have anything else, baby! Don't you know anyone who can help?" she asks, distraught.
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