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Finished 5:52.

“How do you plan to go about locating this leprechaun, anyway?” asked Blue.

“Honestly?” replied Araziel; “I'm going to walk around in circles until I stumble across something vaguely magickal.”

“Well you might want to change into some more sensible shoes, because you're going to be doing a lot of walking,” Blue suggested.

“Really? You're telling me to wear sensible shoes?” Blue looked down at his bare feet, shrugged and said, “Hey, it's comfortable. You'll break an ankle in those heels.” Araziel snorted, but as soon as Blue's back was turned she kicked off her shoes and put them aside.

Drabble 217

 Finished 5:02. My computer refused to start, and I had written about 35 words on paper to type up via my phone when I finally got it working. Not happy.

“Seriously? Technical difficulties? Again? Is our Author cursed or something?” asked Blue.

“I'm not going to discount it as a possibility,” replied Raven. Blue was pacing the room, making a point to kick any unsuspecting inanimate object he encountered. “Why don't they just invest in a typewriter? Surely that couldn't crash on them?”

“Couldn't is a very strong word,” said Raven. “Personally I wouldn't want to underestimate our Author's technological incompetence; I think a typewriter may be a little to advanced for them.”

“Yeah, well, I'm starting to think fire may be a little too advanced for them,” snarled Blue.

Drabble 216

Finished 6:50.

“A leprechaun?” asked Araziel, incredulously. “You want me to help locate a leprechaun? Do you have any idea the sort of magick that would require?”

“But you can do it, right? You're an elf, you must have some magick,” said Raven.

“I'm a politician, not a wizard. You're really going to need to find somebody more qualified for this,” she said.

“I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but there aren't any more qualified people willing to work with me,” hissed Raven.

“And now why is that?”

“Probably because I tend to kill more qualified people for money!” he snapped.

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Finished 6:55.

 

It was the middle of the night and Raven had searched the stables, the fields and a good portion of the woods and hadn't found a trace of his horse. He eventually returned home to find Blue asleep at the kitchen table. He shook him awake, gently at first but much harder when he wasn't up soon enough. “Blue, where is my horse?” he asked, while Blue was still rubbing his eyes and trying to get his bearings. “You promised you wouldn't flip out,” Blue pointed out.

“And I won't,” replied Raven; “if you tell me where my horse is.”

Drabble 214

 Finished 6:55.

 

Blue had left the stables in a huff, presumably returning to the house, and Raven was sitting on his own. He couldn't quite figure out what it was, but something was very, very off. He'd looked around and so far nothing was on fire, nothing was leaking and nothing was visibly about to collapse, but he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was just wrong. He'd been in there quite a while when it finally clicked, and he looked around the stable once again, with absolutely no sign of his mare, and asked, “Where the fuck is my horse?”

Drabble 213

Finished 6:15.

 

Blue sat watching the twitching corpse of the Author. “Raven? Hypothetically speaking, what would happen to us is the Author were to die, but then returned as a member of the undead? Would we still exist? How are we even still existing now?” Raven, who had been entertaining himself with a bottle of the Author’s favourite vodka, merely shrugged and said, “Damned if I know – I'm just happy for the peace and quiet.” Blue nudged to corpse with his foot, jumping back with a yelp when it stirred. “I only like zombies when they're a danger to others,” said Blue.

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Okay, late. Strike 7. I had most of this done on time but it just didn't seem to want to be finished. Those last couple of lines were a bitch. I'm pretty much not sleeping right now - yay insomnia - have been in constant, unexplainable pain since January, which doesn't help with the lack of sleep, and to top it all off I got to spend all of yesterday stripping wallpaper, but you aren't here to hear me bitch about my life. To the drabble:

 

Raven found Blue in the stables. He sat down next to him, carefully brushing aside the straw, and put an arm around Blue's shoulder. “Look, I'm not going to yell at you, okay,” he said. “Whatever you were trying to tell me earlier... just... tell me. I won't flip out, I promise.”

“I'm not sure that I really believe you,” said Blue, pushing Raven away and getting up to leave.

“I'm sorry, okay? What more do you want?”

“You could stop blaming me for every little thing that goes wrong in your life; that would be a start,” suggested Blue.