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A light smile touched his face.  He even felt a little giddy at the thought of getting home, wrapping Arthur in a hug.

I’m getting Madoka Magica flashbacks. If these death flags get much more blatant I might just lose my head.

Or Legend might.

Growing up, he’d never thought that he’d feel giddy about his husband after six years of marriage.

This is adorable, though. :3

But he had something to take care of first.  The notion put a damper on his pleasant mood.

Alright. What’s this thing you need to take care of and how exactly is it likely to kill you?

“I’m going to go, then.  You and I,” he promised Kid Win, “Should talk again sometime.  You can tell me if you’ve figured out your specialty, and if you’re leading a team.”

They’re never going to see each other (alive) again, are they.

“Maybe the next time you’re in Brockton Bay?”

“Maybe.”  Legend smiled, but he was thinking, does he know?  This whole region might be condemned.

The whole region? Like, the entire East-North-East?

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“I’m afraid, Skitter, that this deal doesn’t quite balance out.  I intend no offense, but my initial impression is that my pet is far more valuable to me than you are.”

No.  My heart sank.

Well, damn.

“But I can accept it,” he spoke.  “Provided you prove to me that your talents are worth losing hers.  I admit, the active assistance you can provide might prove more useful when the city is firmly in my grasp, when I have less to be concerned about in terms of day-to-day operations.”

Hm, so there’s still a chance, then.

I nodded, numbly.

“Anything else?”

I guess this is when you get a soul gem and start hunting witches.

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Colin didn’t have a reply for her.  “Dragon?  Brockton Bay falls within the predicted zone, and the city is on the list of locations that rate high enough on the sensitivity or negative media scale.

Negative media?

If the Endbringers pick their targets by watching TV, I might have to revise my Lovecraftian theory.

And hey, Miss Militia’s backstory also turned out to be a point against that, seeing as she treats an actual Lovecraftian being as something she’s never seen the like of since.

So that’s two points against it from this chapter alone, and no points in favor, ever.

Good theory, eh? 😉

Add my data, the correlations between abrupt microshifts in temperature, air pressure and-”

I think I’m going back to “like natural disasters”. It reminds me of the Walpurgisnacht from Madoka Magica, which appears like a natural disaster to the mundanes.

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“You should never own a dog.”

That was fairly harsh, especially coming from her.  “What are you basing this on?”

Hm. Sounds like the third option.

“Most dog owners are retards, and the most retarded are the ones who pick a dog because it’s cute, or because its pretty, without knowing anything about the breed, the temperament, the dog’s needs.”

Yep, it was that one. Fair enough.

I sighed, “Fuck off, Rache.  I can say it’s a pretty dog without saying I’m going to take it home.”

Yeah. How is Rachel going to take this, though?

“Whatever,” she didn’t take her eyes off the dogs in the back field.

“No, don’t brush me off.  You want to start something, fine.  But if you do, you gotta hear what I have to say.  Listen to what I have to say.  Acknowledge me, damn it.”

Hm, yes, this assertiveness might get her attention.

She turned to glance at me.  She wasn’t frowning or glaring, but her gaze was so dispassionate it made me uncomfortable.