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[December 2] [Original] Wrong Way Street
Title: Wrong Way Street
Day/Theme: December 2: "Everything we talked about yesterday"
Series: Original/Congratulations, It's a Quest
Character/Pairing: Lizzie, Fizzle, Gigantic mutant bees of anger and wrongness
Rating: ? Is swearing an automatic PG? PG then.
Lizzie risked a glance behind them, even though just from the sound she could tell pursuit was close. Yep. Gigantic mutant bees of anger and wrongness hard on their six. And now she was talking like one of the ROTC nuts from school, but it was really remarkably easy to think of guns and scenes of mayhem and blood and horror when an angry four foot long bee had been chasing you for half an hour.
Chasing, but not catching. Given the way things had been going for her ever since she got out of bed that morning -- got out of the meadow, to be strictly accurate, this whole 'sleeping on the ground' thing being only one of things which had been going in that way, that way being deeply unpleasant -- Lizzie was really surprised that she could run faster than a giant bee.
"Hey," she gasped out, waving one hand in the air to catch Fizzle's attention, "are you -- slowing -- them down?" Her very own pointy-eared pest dropped down lower and shrugged, squinting behind her as he bobbed at her side, effortlessly keeping pace. Fucking air sprite. One of these days she was going to make him walk somewhere, just for spite. And petty revenge.
"I was, but they ain't been trying so hard since you started backtracking." She stumbled, gaping up at him, then windmilled her arms as a rock shifted under her foot, sending her tumbling down the slope. Fizzle might have tried to stop her, except Lizzie had managed in her flailing to grab him by the ankle, and getting whipped through the air like that would throw anyone off their game.
Or so he would maintain later, as they were sitting around scraping off the mud which would end up coating them after they splashed into the trickling creek at the bottom of the hill and rolled around in it. Right now, both of them were too busy spitting said mud out and glaring up at the bees, which were milling around and buzzing in a subtly mocking fashion at them from above before suddenly turning and flying away at a good clip.
Fizzle turned his head to check, and yup, there was his his human, standing there with a rock in her hand and a wild gleam in her eye. "Easy there, kiddo. The way things are going, it'll just fall back down and smack you in the head." She blew a raspberry at him, but let her weapon of choice fall back into the water with a splash. Then she clambered to her feet, splashing him in the face in the process. "Oi!"
Fists planted on her hips, Lizzie stared around at where they'd landed and howled. "Fizzle, this is our camp! This entire day has been a disaster, and now we're back where we started -- oh no. No no no. Please do not tell me that Fairyland sic'ced a gang of giant mutant bees on me to tell me I was going the wrong way?" Without waiting for an answer, she stomped over to the cold remnants of their fire and gave them a good kick. "Has it every considered road signs, for fuck's sake? So now we've wasted the entire day, and everything we talked about yesterday -- the entire insane evil fairy conspiracy to remake Fairyland in their own image, the one that thinks killing us is the key to everlasting sunshine and lollipops and fucking rainbow ponies of joy -- is still out there, and now we have to do it all over again tomorrow?"
He'd mostly been ignoring her, concentrating on getting rid of as much mud as possible, which wasn't much since it was sticky as old honey. "I suppose we could do it all over again tomorrow if you want, although I personally would probably decide to go in a different direction this time. But hey, if you like being chased by uppity bees --" Fizzle cut himself off, laughing, and ducked the handful of mud she flung at him. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. We didn't know where we were going or what to do when we got there yesterday, and now tomorrow we know somewhere we're not going. This is progress!"
"This is progress? This is progress? You are fucked in the head, Fizzle." Lizzie dropped down to sit by the ashes, and grabbed a stick to poke them with. "How is this my life? Don't answer that. You know what? Today didn't happen. All a fever dream. No angry mutant bees, no wasted time, nothing. We just finished talking about everything that's turned into a disaster, and now we're going to have dinner, and then tomorrow we are going to go somewhere and do something entirely sans bees and all of this mud will just be another inexplicable happenstance." A clot of mud slid off of her nose in punctuation, and Fizzle started laughing. "Shut up, Fizzle."
Day/Theme: December 2: "Everything we talked about yesterday"
Series: Original/Congratulations, It's a Quest
Character/Pairing: Lizzie, Fizzle, Gigantic mutant bees of anger and wrongness
Rating: ? Is swearing an automatic PG? PG then.
Lizzie risked a glance behind them, even though just from the sound she could tell pursuit was close. Yep. Gigantic mutant bees of anger and wrongness hard on their six. And now she was talking like one of the ROTC nuts from school, but it was really remarkably easy to think of guns and scenes of mayhem and blood and horror when an angry four foot long bee had been chasing you for half an hour.
Chasing, but not catching. Given the way things had been going for her ever since she got out of bed that morning -- got out of the meadow, to be strictly accurate, this whole 'sleeping on the ground' thing being only one of things which had been going in that way, that way being deeply unpleasant -- Lizzie was really surprised that she could run faster than a giant bee.
"Hey," she gasped out, waving one hand in the air to catch Fizzle's attention, "are you -- slowing -- them down?" Her very own pointy-eared pest dropped down lower and shrugged, squinting behind her as he bobbed at her side, effortlessly keeping pace. Fucking air sprite. One of these days she was going to make him walk somewhere, just for spite. And petty revenge.
"I was, but they ain't been trying so hard since you started backtracking." She stumbled, gaping up at him, then windmilled her arms as a rock shifted under her foot, sending her tumbling down the slope. Fizzle might have tried to stop her, except Lizzie had managed in her flailing to grab him by the ankle, and getting whipped through the air like that would throw anyone off their game.
Or so he would maintain later, as they were sitting around scraping off the mud which would end up coating them after they splashed into the trickling creek at the bottom of the hill and rolled around in it. Right now, both of them were too busy spitting said mud out and glaring up at the bees, which were milling around and buzzing in a subtly mocking fashion at them from above before suddenly turning and flying away at a good clip.
Fizzle turned his head to check, and yup, there was his his human, standing there with a rock in her hand and a wild gleam in her eye. "Easy there, kiddo. The way things are going, it'll just fall back down and smack you in the head." She blew a raspberry at him, but let her weapon of choice fall back into the water with a splash. Then she clambered to her feet, splashing him in the face in the process. "Oi!"
Fists planted on her hips, Lizzie stared around at where they'd landed and howled. "Fizzle, this is our camp! This entire day has been a disaster, and now we're back where we started -- oh no. No no no. Please do not tell me that Fairyland sic'ced a gang of giant mutant bees on me to tell me I was going the wrong way?" Without waiting for an answer, she stomped over to the cold remnants of their fire and gave them a good kick. "Has it every considered road signs, for fuck's sake? So now we've wasted the entire day, and everything we talked about yesterday -- the entire insane evil fairy conspiracy to remake Fairyland in their own image, the one that thinks killing us is the key to everlasting sunshine and lollipops and fucking rainbow ponies of joy -- is still out there, and now we have to do it all over again tomorrow?"
He'd mostly been ignoring her, concentrating on getting rid of as much mud as possible, which wasn't much since it was sticky as old honey. "I suppose we could do it all over again tomorrow if you want, although I personally would probably decide to go in a different direction this time. But hey, if you like being chased by uppity bees --" Fizzle cut himself off, laughing, and ducked the handful of mud she flung at him. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. We didn't know where we were going or what to do when we got there yesterday, and now tomorrow we know somewhere we're not going. This is progress!"
"This is progress? This is progress? You are fucked in the head, Fizzle." Lizzie dropped down to sit by the ashes, and grabbed a stick to poke them with. "How is this my life? Don't answer that. You know what? Today didn't happen. All a fever dream. No angry mutant bees, no wasted time, nothing. We just finished talking about everything that's turned into a disaster, and now we're going to have dinner, and then tomorrow we are going to go somewhere and do something entirely sans bees and all of this mud will just be another inexplicable happenstance." A clot of mud slid off of her nose in punctuation, and Fizzle started laughing. "Shut up, Fizzle."