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The bounty hunter heard what Chase said, but the only thing he chose to respond with was, "we'll see what happens."? Sicilien knew all too well the games that Etienne liked to play.? Back in their past lives, when she was still "Rosalie," they would chase each other like madmen, tiring of the others' presence, yet not being able to stay away.? Angry tornadoes, indeed.? He smirked again at the image, letting out a sort, barking "ha!" but then quieted down.? He pulled the hat over his face, if only to hide himself away from Etienne's anger.? Her being upset since their kiss was nothing new to him.? "She'll come around, she always does."? He murmured the last past, but he knew that Chase's ears would let him hear it.

"Damn, can a man not get his rest?" he rhetorically asked, feeling none too eager at having to get up to go start fetching wood though.? But, as bothered as he looked, he said no more as got up and started gathering whatever pieces of wood he could find, dropping a bunch of sticks into a makeshift circle that he drew with the toe of his boot.? He bent down to his knees, taking out a flint and steel, ready to start a fire when Flynn's ramblings caught his attention.? The KO'd man mumbled a warning, confirming yet again what both Chase and Sicillien were in silent agreement on.? Something was definitely coming their way, but whether it was going to find them is yet to be seen, though he wasn't keen on being a sitting duck.? Then, a thought occurred to him.

"Hang on just a tick.? Wouldn't the smoke be a dead giveaway of where we are?" he asked Callie, questioning whether a fire would be prudent at all given their situation.? "Unless your medicine man's circle can hide that too.? Also, seems like you too are a chummy bunch.? Can he be moved in this state, or are we stuck till he wakes up from his magic slumber?"

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(Etienne)

“Thank you for letting me ride with you.” She said. “I’ll go see if I can find some wood.” She said standing to go find some wood. Just as she was starting to move around she heard Sicilien. “He said we are hidden in plain? sight. Whatever is following us knows we are here. They just can’t get to us. So I don’t think it matters about the fire. Besides we need to eat and get some rest. A fire is the only way to go that.”

When he asked about moving Flynn. She deferred to Callie or Chase. She really didn’t know.

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(Charity)

As the sun set, from the caves, mines, and dark spaces throughout the foothills bats set forth, spreading their leathery wings into the night. They clustered near their prey, the swarms of tiny scavengers haunting the dead of Bendo. The flapping of their wings as they twirled and spun in a feeding frenzy, alone with their high pitched voices, merged into a barely audible hum.

More importantly, to Charity, was their 'sight' of the landscape. As she danced and spun she listened to their voices drifting to her on the winds. It was not so much what was reflecting their tiny calls back to them, prey and obstacles, but what was not. Slightly over a mile from Millers Crossing, along the Bendo coach road, was a spherical void in the bat's perception of the night. It appeared to Charity that the skeletal remains of Bendo would reach that void some time between midnight and dawn.

"Found you," she whispered. "My only regret is that you will be downwind of your demise and you will smell it approaching. Sleep well!" Charity laughed.

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(Chase)

His senses were keen, animal like.? In truth of all of his senses he hated his sense of smell most of all.? He could tell when he needed a bath and others too.? But he was able to also sense minute scents, sex, arousal, fear, he couldn’t since anger probably because he was angry most of the time so he could never tell if it was someone else or him.? But some emotions or activities gave off certain scents….including death.? The problem with that was sometimes dead things didn’t stay dead!? Something he was first hand acquainted with.? He heard Flynn and turned to him, hearing his words and his own senses confirmed it.? It moved on the air, something about what the homoculi said that still had him focused on the fact that all of them were needed…so all of them had to die!??

He knew they needed to get to Miller’s Crossing to stop it, but that was going to be difficult if they couldn’t get there!? He had scavenged enough bullets, but he also had a sword in his pack that the woman Etienne might find handy if she was less apt to use a gun.? It might be safe for all, if she wasn’t firearm adept.? He was not sure they were going to be good here.? They needed to be on the move but their protective shield in the form of Flynn needed a recharge.? Chase wasn’t at all sure if he was protecting them he had enough juice to move them just yet either.??

‘This is definitely not how I wanted to meet my maker.’? He smirked to himself and moved to his horse, he grabbed the extra shells and loaded his rifle and guns.? All of those that he had before pulling out his knife that was more akin to a short sword for someone smaller.? He thought about what was possibly about to happen, head shots for the walking dead, knees for a few others.? He was thinking they might have to take off in a hurry and might just have to slow them down in order for the troops to get away.? But whatever solace they were to have would be found in the crossing.

“Then all you have to do is wait then?”? Chase responded to his new comrade loud enough for him to hear and no one else since they were particularly close to one another.

He listened to the woman then her ex and shook his head.? She was right as was he.? But he didn’t exactly have all of his things or he would just give them all some jerky and call it good.? Starting a fire right now was the least of their troubles as the scent increased and he started to become nauseated which meant more than one thing of the deceased coming their way…several more.

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(Callie Carson)

"No fire," Callie said calmly. She tossed some rations to Etienne and settled down to wait.

It was night and Callie sat on a boulder, sharpening her knife, keeping an eye on Etienne to make sure she didn't run, and that neither Chase nor Sicilian bothered her. She also had to concentrate hard to make sure she didn't look at the protective circle Flynn was projecting around them. She could only imagine how hard this was for him to maintain. She hoped it held, or they might find themselves lost, wandering in the desert.

As she sat and busied herself, she suddenly noticed a foul stench, wafting into the campsite from the direction of Bendo. She ignored it at first, but as time passed she realized the smell was growing stronger. Then a grim realization came over her.

Flynn had foretold this. Trouble, he'd said, coming their way.

The only stench she knew that was like this was the dead, when they walked the earth. She sheathed her blade and picked up her rifle before walking toward Flynn, who sat on the ground, deep in concentration. She knelt beside him and leaned in close to his ear.

"Luv," she whispered. "The dead approach. Will this keep them out?"

The pookah didn't open his eyes.? He didn't need to.? The dead were like a toxic shadow in the dreaming, impossible to miss.??

"No, luv," he murmured, his half-asleep features looking sad.? "It keeps them from... seeing us... but that is all....? If they keep walking this way... they'll pass right through it."? He was quiet for a long moment, thinking.? Finally he murmured "One chance... move me... east... 'bout two hundred yards... everyone stayin' close.... I'll try'n keep the spell up."

"But if'n that don' work... gotta fight..." he mumbled finally, each word seeming to cost him effort.? "Fight for your lives... axes're good... fire's best... sorry, luv..."? He then fell silent.

Tag:? Chase, Callie, Flynn, Sicilien, Etienne, Charity (jumping in periodically)