08-24-2008, 06:14 PM
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  Trouble always had a way of finding Anselm, even if he changed his name, packed his bags, and went somewhere entirely new. For a few months he had found a delightful retreat in the Waste where only the occasional traveller passed through and he was mostly left to his peace. That all changed with the fire, though, for once the weary victims had regained their strength they'd gone straight for Inferni's throat. Originally there might not have been much to keep him from moving on again, trying to find some similarly abandoned territory, but by now he held a fierce loyalty to Gabriel--and Inferni by extension. He belonged here, and if that meant riding through the punches tossed their way, that was simply how things had to be.Laurel, by contrast, seemed to be free of such anchoring restraints. It seemed odd to him that a whole crew might ship off whenever they pleased; wasn't that something that loners did? It was sort of awe inspiring to him, merely because it was so out of reach. "I take it things are going relatively smoothly for you, then?" he asked, hoping the answer was yes. Laurel had already mentioned "some obnoxious chick," and Nikita had implied some friction as well. Hopefully it had cleared up by now; of course, he had no way of knowing that a much tinier, though equally lethal foe was plaguing some members of the Hollow. The wolves and coyotes could feud all that they wanted, but viruses didn't discriminate. |