Fire, that's what I needed... I trudged over in the snow and wrapped the sleeping giant up in my coat, slowly I lifted her, my legs straining with the weight of the harness that kept her walking, in spite of that she was still surprisingly light, I walked over to the boarded-up windows of the shop and using what little pyro dust I had I blew a hole in the building, sorry old friend we need in.
I set Dustmaine down by an old rotted magazine rack and went to go gather wood for a fire, the boards from the window were surprisingly well kept though a bit soggy... Looking out the window I couldn't help but think how dark the world looked, not just in the dusk light, if you could call the pale shine through the clouds light, But the world looked dark, as if those who once fought for a brighter tomorrow were snuffed out in one swift breath, I wonder what happened to them....that Blonde Kid had it pretty rough last time I saw him, what with P-Money dying and all... it's been a long time...
I stared out for a moment and almost thought I saw a light coming from Beacon.... not glare but a real light, like from our old dorm, in fact that wa- The sound of a match striking its box roused me from the ground, I guess I dozed off...but what was that light?
"Hey...." Dustmaine's face danced in the night air with the licks and whips of flame as she put the match book in her back pocket
"I have a lighter ya' know..." I gave her a halfhearted smile trying to make sense of anything really, and thought of a man I once knew who could light a bonfire with a glance.
"Yea..." She gave me smirk that seemed to say (I could have done so much worse) so much worse than Opal being worried.
"God dammit..." I let out a heavy sigh and rubbed my upper lip, a thick black smear came off as I did, "You drew a mustache on me...." She looked at me and broke out in laughter, something I much needed to hear her do.
"Yeah, yo-you should see yourself!" she held her self-cracking up over her stupid joke, she smiled trying to cool down, a smile that told me she had also made a monocle and goatee to match my sweet new face quaff.
"God dammit Dust..." I sighed as she sprawled out a map on the floor, the burned crisp old paper our best bet without DAVE and Angel to navigate. The flames licked a warm light over the rolls and curves of the streets of Vale, a world I knew all too well.
"So, assuming that Nevermore and L are ok, and still remember where rendezvous is, then we need to head south.... into the woods..." She said marking a point on the map our team agreed to meet at in the event of separation, it seemed so long ago we made that pact.
"Are we closer than they are?" I asked plotting a safe route out of town.
"How the hell should I know...." Dust began to muddle lines about the map.
"Well if they are further than we are it may be wise to just find them...." I plotted a marker to where our Aviary once was buried, glass smashed against the floor in the back of the shop.
"Shit..." Jumping to her feet Dustmaine readied her sword,
"Dust take the left...." I converted my cane to assault form and loaded my limited remaining fire mags "Conserve your arrows, it's not like the school is handing out dust anymore!" On my command dust broke down the side door to the back while I went straight through
"Clear!" Dust shouted as we worked our way counter clock wise in the back of the dust shop, crates devoid of content lay smashed in along the brief hallway I found myself in. Taking aim I broke into a small office did a once over of the room and moved on to the next.
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Slate: Fractured Worlds
Fanfiction"250 years, its been 250 years since the fall of beacon, Give or take a little for the rotation of remnant and a few minor Dings to the less than adequate Chronometer" ...
