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did you forget in the middle of the night
[Ed opens his eyes, and has to screw them up immediately as the sunlight does its best to stab through them.
It's not the sunlight that surprises him, though, nor the feel of damp grass brushing against the back of his neck. It's the quiet. If they were attacked, it must be long over... but then, how long was he out for? And where the hell is everyone now? He's alive, of course he's alive, but there's no way the entire rest of their group could be taken out so neatly... is there?
He shoots upright before he's given himself time to finish that train of thought.] Hey!
[...A field, huh? An empty one, it looks like. Goddamnit, he might even have welcomed the sight of that worthless old bastard at this point.
Now he thinks about it, what was he doing before he got here? It's a blur. That doesn't happen to him often.
He decides he doesn't like it. Cursing none too quietly, he scrambles to his feet.]
It's not the sunlight that surprises him, though, nor the feel of damp grass brushing against the back of his neck. It's the quiet. If they were attacked, it must be long over... but then, how long was he out for? And where the hell is everyone now? He's alive, of course he's alive, but there's no way the entire rest of their group could be taken out so neatly... is there?
He shoots upright before he's given himself time to finish that train of thought.] Hey!
[...A field, huh? An empty one, it looks like. Goddamnit, he might even have welcomed the sight of that worthless old bastard at this point.
Now he thinks about it, what was he doing before he got here? It's a blur. That doesn't happen to him often.
He decides he doesn't like it. Cursing none too quietly, he scrambles to his feet.]
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...That doesn't even merit a "what the hell". Okay.
It's clear to him that he's not actually awake. He could be genuinely asleep (although where he'd find the time for that on a day like today, he doesn't have the faintest idea), he could probably have been drugged or clocked over the head, he... could possibly be affected by something worse, given what they're all up against. The only question, then, is how to snap himself out of it. There must be some way.
He pinches himself. The only thing this achieves is getting himself to sharply realise that his hand was colder than he thought.]
Dammit...
[Grumbling, he starts to trudge forward. What direction is this? Who the hell knows? Better than standing still, though.]
Geez. If this is my subconscious, it must be working overtime. Whoever heard of a real flying horse?
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[Said flying horse has dropped out of the sky to poke her head down into his field of vision.]
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After a moment, though, his surprise settles into something closer to exasperation. He frowns.]
Okay, let me guess. This is the point where I ask you if you're for real, and you say yes, but you'd say that anyway, as if I didn't have enough of a freakin' headache yet... [His eyes narrow.] So how about we skip to the part where you tell me exactly what a really messed-up looking chimera is doing in a place like this?
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[She drops down, flipping right-side up as she does, to hover directly in front of him.]
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That's not what I asked. [Now he's gritting his teeth.]
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Maybe I don't know. Maybe if you're gonna act like that, I wouldn't tell you even if I did.
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[If a brat like this is the fault of his subconscious, then... well, he can figure out how to beat some sense into that later.]
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Besides, I don't know how you got here so I don't know how you're supposed to get back to where you want to be.
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Fine. If you don't want to be that helpful, how about at least telling me where here is?
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