Riccin drops them, and ze hits the ground with a bounce that leaves zim staggering. But that's okay, because ze's on zir feet, and already spinning, trying to find the best route to escape.
Where did they leave the sewer grate?
The others are talking, but right now, Hinnom doesn't care. Castor's circling them, peering at each in turn, and the information he's rattling off is what ze's got to pay attention to. They're still a few blocks over, clearing out the last of the communal hivestems. The neighborhood back there is completely locked down, and they've probably only got a minute or two before the groundsmen start moving over here to start rounding up the kids in the street.
Kids like them.
"These two will be fine." He's been looking over Marduk and Riccin, and yeah, Hinnom wasn't worried about Mardie: she's like, working for the fishheads, so the drones'll probably just pat her on the head and give her a piece of sugared grub leg. And Riccin's practically the size of a drone by themselves, so they can't be worried.
Castor's looking at Pheres, now, leaning in close enough that Pheres shifts. Flatscans can't see ghosts as much than specs, but sometimes they can feel their auras. "This one's cullbait," Castor announces. "Bring him along."
Hinnom puffs out their cheeks, but there's no time to protest, and Pheres might be old as fuck, but he isn't big: anywhere they can squeeze, he should be able to fit, too, so ze darts over and grabs his free hand.
"They're doing a culling sweep," ze says, and gives his arm a yank. If only ze was bigger, ze'd just haul him, like Riccin did. "Come on come on come on! We've gotta go!"
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Where did they leave the sewer grate?
The others are talking, but right now, Hinnom doesn't care. Castor's circling them, peering at each in turn, and the information he's rattling off is what ze's got to pay attention to. They're still a few blocks over, clearing out the last of the communal hivestems. The neighborhood back there is completely locked down, and they've probably only got a minute or two before the groundsmen start moving over here to start rounding up the kids in the street.
Kids like them.
"These two will be fine." He's been looking over Marduk and Riccin, and yeah, Hinnom wasn't worried about Mardie: she's like, working for the fishheads, so the drones'll probably just pat her on the head and give her a piece of sugared grub leg. And Riccin's practically the size of a drone by themselves, so they can't be worried.
Castor's looking at Pheres, now, leaning in close enough that Pheres shifts. Flatscans can't see ghosts as much than specs, but sometimes they can feel their auras. "This one's cullbait," Castor announces. "Bring him along."
Hinnom puffs out their cheeks, but there's no time to protest, and Pheres might be old as fuck, but he isn't big: anywhere they can squeeze, he should be able to fit, too, so ze darts over and grabs his free hand.
"They're doing a culling sweep," ze says, and gives his arm a yank. If only ze was bigger, ze'd just haul him, like Riccin did. "Come on come on come on! We've gotta go!"