Stephanie’s grabbing some regeants and assorted paraphenalia for out trip back to Chi-town.
I’m swaddling Torrie’s body in some blankets. I’ve already called for her body to be collected and taken to the Medical Examiner.
I’m not looking forward to going back and telling Torrie’s mother I failed. I could call her and tell her, but that is the coward’s way…
Stephanie: “What are you doing?”
“I’m running a blog. My headset converts speech into text.”
Stephanie: “Huh, an online diary. Neat. Did you make all of that?”
“No. My friend, Stargazer, gave it to me.”
Stephanie: “So that’s how you knew about me.”
“Nope. Well, sort of. You were in my bracer’s database.”
Stephanie: “She never mentioned me?”
“Don’t look so hurt. To be honest, she’s been busy. And when I did get to see her, we had other things to discuss.”
“Besides, if she told me about everyone she’s met, we would never talk about anything else.”
Stephanie: “Oh. Well, feel free to talk to yourself all you want. You should see what weird habits some wizards have.”
Stephanie: “Fine. All.”
“By the way, when you speak the mike catches it and puts it down as well.”
Stephanie: “Wonderful. I always wanted to be semi-famous.”
She bows and gestures me ahead. I find if I murmur my words it just looks like I’m a homeless person off his meds.
We hop on my Diavel and she is actually squealing…
Stephanie: “I AM NOT SQUEALING!”
“You know when you yell like that it shows up in all caps, right?”
Stephanie: “How would I know that? And anyway, don’t lie and I won’t yell.”
“Hate to tell you this, but I can’t lie.”
I switch over to flight-mode, and the higher we ascend the tighter her grip becomes. Not an unpleasant feeling.
And with her having normal human strength, I can barely feel the punches when I say something she doesn’t like.
We’re heading back to Chicago, and I hope…
Stephanie: “What is this design on the back of your jacket?”
“It’s a unit patch of a World War II fighter squadron called the Hellcats.”
Stephanie: “Cool. You a history buff?”
“Not exactly. And definitely not a first-date story.”
Stephanie: “You do realize I can do horrible things to you, right?”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you. Plus, we’re currently about “oh, smurf” feet above the ground.”
Stephanie: “You have to land sometime.”
“Ignoring that. What’s your specialty anyway. The database is kind of light on info for you.”
Stephanie: “I’m an elementalist.”
“Sweet. How good are you with the air element?”
Stephanie: “Not great. Why?”
“Because we’re about to have company. A particularly idiotic piece of work called Aeromancer. And it looks like he brought friends.”
I take the Diavel down and try to reach ground level. I’m going to be busy, so I’ll let you know what happens.
If I’m alive.
Until next time,