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Characters: Bres, Mab and Apollo
Date/Time: Back dated to April, 5th. Following this conversation
Location: For the lulz, we're starting in the jet, then it's off to Knight Island, Vermont
Rating: We'll say R just in case
Warnings: Overly emotional Celts.
Summary: It's time to get the Celts back on track.


The jet interior is luxurious and spacious. But Mab had picked herself a spot on one of the lounge seats lining the back wall, tucked her legs up and had a blanket wrapped around her. It was the one space that she could find were the cabin's constant air flow didn't hit her. And still she was shivering with cold.

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Re: Moving it along

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Bres had to admit, despite being a little cramped in the limo, he preferred it this way. At least this way he could feel Mab next to him and could pretend she wasn't close to the Olympian by looking straight ahead.

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Apollo, for his part, stared out the window. He didn't even need to be touching Mab--the red-gold corona around him was producing even more heat than it was light.
"Any thoughts on our ETA?" he asked, drumming his fingers on the bow.

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"Not soon enough." She was agitated, and it showed. She didn't like any of this, least of all how weak she seemed. Apolo may not have been behaving as she'd expected, but that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention.

The driver was going as fast as the law allowed. They didn't want to be pulled over after all. But it want terribly long before the scenery changed to those recognizable by the two Celts who had been there before. They were arrived.

(ooc: Feel few to move things along if your own accord folks.)

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Apollo had his bow slung from the word go, an arrow nocked in a heartbeat as they approached the entrance.
"All right. Someone, unlock the door. I'll kill whatever bastards they throw at us."

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Bres stretched, muscles cracking as he was able to stand at his full height.

"Save your arrows, Olympian. If there's any killing to be done around here, I'll do it."

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Apollo looked over the Fomorian, sizing him up.
"Save one for me. For Arthur," he said at last.