Thea Bauer

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{warmly} My personal motto, that's for sure... @SoManyArrows

@Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan @SoManyArrows -- to being ready to fly.} Professor? You ready to move?

@_ConOfMan @SoManyArrows @LevelUpDead --and clutched it defensively, peering into the dark* You wouldn't think an eminent biologist would be interested in symbolic interactions and sociology. What was that? Can you see them?

-- She needed a distraction. Something to draw them away. Preferably before her dwindling food and water supplies were exhausted.} {quietly} Grand-pére... If you're watching. If you can hear me. Clear my path... @Cooler_Than_PI @LevelUpDead @SoManyArrows

@Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan @SoManyArrows -- the bird, she shifted from foot to foot, watching for a signal from #Daryl to move.} Declan... He's one of the most selfless people I've ever known. {quietly} He's my best friend. Family. {Nipping her lip, she beckoned to #Robert, guessing they were close --

@Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan @SoManyArrows -- One of his lab assistants turned, and he didn't know what to do. Early days, you know? {lifting a brow} Nothing builds fast friendships like saving someone from a Walker with scalpels sticking out of their chest. {Watching #Daryl and #Sophie finish fueling --

@Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan @SoManyArrows -- move if he needed her.} I met Declan about a week after the outbreak started. My brother and I... We were holed up in the research library. High ground, heavy doors and /lots/ of vending machines. Declan, he and Liz came crashing through the doors one night. --

@Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan @SoManyArrows -- if you weren't. I know it's hard... almost impossible. {Taking a quick glance back at #Robert, taking in the ice scraper, she smothered a smile, deadpan as she met his eyes.} But it's okay to breathe... {Nipping her lip, she looked back to #Daryl, poised to --

@Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan @SoManyArrows {murmuring} It's okay. Daryl's got the first can up, they're fueling... {Gaze locked on #Daryl, braced to run for him at the first sign of the Dead, she tightened her grip on the open door and exhaled.} It's okay to be scared, Professor. Hell, I'd be worried about you --

@Cooler_Than_PI @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan -- pair, pulse starting to race.} Good people are in short supply these days... Ready?

@LevelUpDead @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan --*his gaze flitting desperately between @LevelUpDead and @SoManyArrows* You won't leave me behind, will you?

@Cooler_Than_PI @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan -- to spook us. {Peering through the small window, seeing the way clear, she nodded slowly, getting ready to run or fight, whichever was coming.} We need to fuel the chopper, then we're heading to the W.H.O. Together. {Hand on the latch, she looked back at the --

@Cooler_Than_PI @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan -- But he didn't. He wouldn't. I won't leave him. No matter what. {quietly} We don't do that. {Leaving the truck running, she pushed to stand, moving to the back door.} A little claustrophobia's nothing, Professor. You're going to have to work harder if you want --

@Cooler_Than_PI @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan -- she pulled up beside their bird, and pushed the truck into park.} When I got hurt? Daryl didn't leave me. {quietly} He could have. {Turning slightly, her scarred visage coming clear in the truck's low light, she met the Professor's gaze, calm and steady.} --

@Cooler_Than_PI @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan -- grateful #Donald was an ocean away and couldn't hear her. Probably.} He seems to swing between wanting to murder everyone and getting ticked off whenever somebody swears. {Electing not to mention @HamsMyBiscuits great love of dill pickles, or @FcknFriendly in general, --

@Cooler_Than_PI @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan -- group's obsessed with making grilled cheese sandwiches. Another one's got a rap sheet as long as my arm and his best friend? {Stifling a chuckle at the thought of @Mortal_Enemies reaction at being labeled @CrimesConcierge best friend, she shook her head, --

@Cooler_Than_PI @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan We don't do that. {Shoulders lowering as the headlights beam cut a clear path through the dark to the waiting chopper in the distance, she stepped down slightly on the gas, nose wrinkling at the truck's answering rattle.} We've all got issues, Professor. One of our --

@SoManyArrows @Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan -- over the engine.} Hey Professor? Are you a nervous flier?

@LevelUpDead @Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan -- bumped over another truck-sized pothole* *quietly* You and Michael... You ever get to see all this before it all went to shit, Ace?

@SoManyArrows @Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan -- as they rumbled past, relieved by the miles getting shorter between them and the chopper, she grabbed for the wheel to navigate them over the heaving road.} I like snake. Tastes like chicken. {Turning slightly, she called back to #Robert, raising her voice to be heard --

@SoManyArrows @Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan -- him I had a 'snowball's chance in hell of getting him to eat a moving phlegm sack, so we'd be better off going to England instead.' {lifting a brow} Wouldn't touch a snail. No way he'd eat a snake. Honestly, he had no idea what he'd be missing. {Eyeing the road marker --

@SoManyArrows @Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan -- country was like was doing /all/ of it. Seeing the history, learning the language, listening to the music, /and/ eating the food. Michael's first french word was 'escargot.' {Letting out a soft laugh, she reached for #Daryl, gently squeezing his wrist.} According to --

@SoManyArrows @Cooler_Than_PI @_ConOfMan We never got to France. {The raw scrape of @NotAllThatDead's absence eased by the warmth in #Daryl's, she gave a quiet smile, carefully serpentining between breaks in the asphalt.} It was the food. Dad always said part of traveling, experiencing what life in another --

@Cooler_Than_PI @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan -- /too/ far, we should be able to get back to the bird and into the city. {murmuring} Did he just give her a big wad of stale pudding?

@LevelUpDead @SoManyArrows @_ConOfMan --a long-forgotten habit of worrying his fingers, and shook his head* He never arrived at the rendezvous, Thea. They held back. Waited for him as long as they dared. I... I just assumed he'd died.