LOTR USA: Chapter ThreeCHAPTER THREE: SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS ON THE WAY TO RIVERTOWN
When Aragorm came in everyone was shocked and amazed that a hero had just waltzed right up into the house where they were right when they needed him. It was like a dream come true. Except then Gundorf got involved.
"That is very good," he said in his weird accent. "But shouldn't we pack and get ready and stuff before we go to destroy the One Medal?"
"NEGATORY!" Aragon used good military language because that is the right way to do things when you are going to lead people. "THE BAD GUYS WILL GET HERE AT EXACTLY TWENTY HUNDRED HOURS! YOU PANSIES WILL HAVE TO TAKE WHAT YOU HAVE NOW AND MARCH!"
And then they all groaned.
"I don't want to go right now," Poopin complained in his squeaky voice. "How about I just wait a few hours then run and catch up with you on the way? Hell, I'll probably beat you there because I'm so awesome at running!"
"NO, WE ARE A UNIT AND WE WILL OPERATE
PH2.3: Courtroom Drama"I can certainly explain what happened, really? What did you EXPECT them to do, Mister Dauger?"
Ed scowled across the holding cell at Huxley and Finn. It was more of a small waiting room than a proper cell, really. The lock on the door didn't look particularly complicated, the chairs were cushioned, and there was even a small table with a bowl of mints sitting in the middle of the room. But either way it was a room meant to keep them inside, and no amount of cushions would make it a comfortable place in Ed's opinion.
"Maybe I expected them to, oh I don't know, listen?" Ed snapped. "Either way it was a better idea than trying to lose them on foot."
Huxley surveyed her former patient over steepled fingers. It was unfair that even with the mud and the bedraggled state of her clothing, she seemed almost maddeningly composed. "Unless, of course, we had actually managed to lose them."
"Except we kind of need to cooperate with these people if we want to help them find Charon,"
PH2.2: A Pleasant Talk with FinnEd hastened to help the man up while Huxley glared down at the puddle of sick and coughed-up water she was now standing in.
"Are you all right?" Ed repeated. The man blinked dazedly at the offered hand, then squinted up at Ed's face.
"What's with the disguise? Are you that ugly?"
Ed's concerns all but vanished at the man's toothy smile. Great, he was one of THOSE people. "Do you want our help or not?"
The smile only widened. "It looks like I've already got your help, but please and thank you." He grabbed Ed's hand and practically bounced to his feet as though he hadn't just been on his back with an arrow through his chest. But despite his demeanor, there was an understandable tension in the way he turned to look at his surroundings.
"Now... where are we? Where's Tartarus?" His brow creased just slightly. "Have either of you seen any big black mountains, maybe with some red light coming out from between them and a general aura
PH2.1: Boat Ride"It won't work."
Huxley pulled her gaze from the figures of Cait and Raginmar shrinking into the distance. Ed sat at the other end of the boat with a hand on the tiller, his back to her. That was the first thing he'd said to her since the revelation that she had saved his life. Huxley studied his back for a moment ponderously, noted his stiff posture and the slight whiteness about his knuckles.
"What won't work, Mister Dauger?" she asked in a level voice.
"Your game, whatever it is you're doing. I'm not stupid."
"That's good to know. Your performance in the woods almost had me thinking otherwise."
Ed shot her what was probably a dark look over his shoulder, though it was wasted because of his mask. "Have you ever heard the story of the fox and the scorpion?"
Huxley leaned back in a lazy stretch. "I'm sure you're about to fill me in."
Ed snorted and looked back toward the front, posture still rigid. "It's one of Aesop's fables.
The Second LetterRED and BLU,
This'll have to be kind of quick. I sabotaged some of the pipes here to buy me some time, but it could take as little as half an hour for them to fix it. Hopefully the break looks natural enough that Gray won't know it's been tampered with; otherwise I might have a lot less time to work with.
First off, I'd just like to reiterate that I didn't know we'd end up fighting each other in the end. Otherwise none of this would have happened. What's done is done though, so I won't linger on it too long. Just wanted to remind you in case you're tempted to throw this away before you've read the whole thing.
Gray's working on something, and he's not letting me in on what it is. It makes me nervous. Most likely he figures I've got reservations about fighting you all and doesn't want to lay all his cards on the table. I've been trying to find out WHAT it is he's making, but that's become kind of a problem. He's gone for long periods