Time: August 2017
Place: Earth, Houston area "This is so not my fault," Shax insisted as he hunched farther into his jacket. "How the fuck is this not your fault?" The smoke from Verin's nostrils barely made it to steam before the pouring rain obliterated it. The floodwaters had raced in too fast to do more than escape. Shax had planned it so carefully. Wait until the property owners had evacuated, slip in and take the lovely heirloom collection of Victorian jewelry. No worries. In and out. Except when he looked out to see if the street was clear, the street had become a raging river. The waters had risen with such voracious force that they couldn't even get down the stairs to the first floor. Verin had ripped a door from its hinges and they escaped the flood from the second floor French doors on their makeshift raft. He patted his pocket to make certain his procurement was safe. At least he'd had time to snatch a few things. Not that he felt terribly triumphant about it as he crouched on a dubious plank of wood, drenched to the bone, whirled about on the muddy currents. "Not my fault," Shax snuffled and tried to stifle a bout of bone-rattling sneezes. "We should've had plenty of time." "Yeah, well." Verin shoved his dripping hair out of his eyes. "Stupid humans and their stupid fucking around with the climate, anyway. Now what?" "Keep an eye out for higher ground. We'll make for what we can." Shax squinted through the rain, wary of large flotsam that might capsize their craft, and saw something swimming nearby. "What's that, Ver?" Verin half-turned at the tug on his sleeve. "Cat, I think." "Poor thing. She looks tired." Shax crept carefully toward the edge of their door. "Psss, psss, psss. Come here, kitty. You can ride with us." "Oh, for fuck's sake, Shaxy." The little black and white cat grabbed on and climbed aboard eagerly with Shax's help. She huddled beside him, eyes huge, shivering. "See? She doesn't take up any room." Except, a little farther on, they found a Pomeranian puppy barely holding to a branch, and a few minutes later, another cat with a kitten clinging to her back. By the time a fire department rescue boat came for them, Shax and Verin had steered their door to a hill-island that stuck up above the flood. Somehow, illusion spells had held and what the rescuers believed they had found were two young men with kittens peeking out of their jackets and a small herd of animals—four dogs, six cats, a rabbit and a goat—huddled around them. "All these yours?" One of the men in the boat called out. Shax shook his head. "No. None of them. Just fellow flood travelers." "We're gonna have to take a couple trips." The most senior firefighter shook his head. "We had a report of two people stranded but we didn't expect a damn Ark." "Yes, sir. Take Ver first with some of the little ones," Shax said as he handed the Pom pup across. "What's all the fucking good Samaritan act for, Shaxy?" Verin hissed in Shax's ear. "Distraction. We're the good guys here. Unlikely they'll ask us many questions since they'll be worried about half-drowned pets." Shax patted his arm and spoke so the men could hear him. "Go on, Ver. I'll be all right for a bit here." Verin took both kittens and the mama cat, still glaring at Shax as the rescue boat putted away. The goat butted gently at Shax with a soft maaaa. "Yes, yes. Of course I couldn't let you all drown. But keep it to yourself, all right? I do have a reputation to maintain."
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An
8/29/2017 01:17:02 pm
Hahaha, I love the image of apologetic Shax and pissed-off Verin in a boat filled with pets! I almost can see a kitten climbing Shax's jacket and the goat chewing on Verin's sleeve (he's going to be so angry when he notices!). Too bad I can't draw. Thank you!
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Angel Martinez
8/30/2017 08:25:07 am
How much you want to bet Verin was wearing a leather jacket, too? Bwahahaha!
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