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Then she ran, stampeding off.  Not quite as graceful as the real Crawler, but that was one more area where we just had to cross our fingers and hope she could sell the ruse.

Yes, but who are you intending to fool? Purity and her folks? Were they actually part of this plan somehow?

There was the dull rumble of a distant impact as Purity opened fire on Genesis.  Genesis dodged into a nearby alleyway, leading Purity and the rest of her group off to one side.

But what is the benefit of attracting fire like this? Tricking them into attacking the location of the actual Nine?

And if Purity wasn’t part of the plan… why is Genesis in this form?

Shatterbird fired on Purity and her allies, guiding a torrent of glass shards toward the incoming enemies.  Not enough to kill, or even to maim.  It was enough to hurt and to piss them off.

Hell, even if the point is to get them to attack the actual Nine, why would they need to do this? Han Purity shot first anyway, so if they were to find the actual Nine themselves, they’d probably do the same thing.

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Flechette palmed one of her throwing darts, glanced at it.  She’d been with the Wards a year before she had been given the arbalest and the chain reel.

Huh, interesting. I wonder how she fought before.

Her darts had been her weapon of choice for a long time, alongside a rapier she’d eventually retired after too many fights using it had turned out badly.

Oh, I see. Neat.

She hadn’t had the heart to change her codename, even if it didn’t quite apply anymore.  Maybe when she graduated to the Protectorate.

Does the name Flechette mean “dart” or something along those lines, then?

“Hey,” Shadow Stalker called out, disturbing her from her thoughts.  “Here!”

Tired, she thought, mind’s wandering.

Been there, done that, got a bunch of Homestuck shirts a while back that I quite like. One of them has a quote from Once Upon a Time, but I haven’t actually seen more than like ten minutes of that show. I have seen Once Upon a Time… Man, though, and parts of Once Upon a Time… Life. Those are very different shows from Once Upon a Time, unless Once Upon a Time is very different than I think it is. Which reminds me, before I watched it, I thought Frozen was going to be about Elsa and Anna trying to get Olaf somewhere. I guess that’s because Olaf was featured way too prominently in the trailers… honestly, he’s entertaining, but I’m pretty sure he’s only in that movie to appeal to the kids. You could easily cut him without having to change much, and the other characters are entertaining enough by themselves to make up for the absence of his comic relief. Unlike Jar-Jar Binks, who actually does important stuff in Star Wars Episode I. Jar-Jar gets a lot of shit, but I honestly think he was one of the better parts of that movie. Then again, I don’t really like Star Wars as a whole all that much in the first place, so maybe I just have different sensibilities than the average Star Wars fan.

Anyway, what were we talking about?

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Brian folded his arms.  “Is your pride or stubbornness worth getting those dogs hurt?”

Well, he knows where to hit. Rachel might not care if she gets hurt, but if her dogs do?

She scowled and looked down at the dogs.

“The thing they said about the hotdogs,” I spoke, quiet, “About poisoning your dogs.  You couldn’t stop them unless you were here twenty-four seven, and maybe not even then.”

“It’s cowardly,” Bitch spat the words.

Do you mean the hot dog thing, or leaving?

Probably the latter.

“They’re cowards,” I told her.  “Pretty much the definition of anyone who joins a hate group.

Get dunked on, ya hate-filled bastards.

It’s true! They’re cowards who fear and hate things that aren’t actual threats and seek the support of others with the same fear and hate. Yoda might have a thing or two to say about this.

In other news I suddenly understand why some forms of this fear carries labels ending in -phobia. I don’t like it any more than I already did, though – a true phobia is an anxiety disorder and as a former insectophobiac, I would rather not have it be equated to the kind of hate you see from islamophobes and the like.

But even if they did take a more direct approach, would you be able to handle it?  Could you deal if twenty people showed up with guns?  Or if Night and Fog dropped by at three in the morning, when it was just you and these guys?”

RIP Rachel.

Also, looks like Taylor’s cautious side won out.