#fableplot4

In hindsight, it was very stupid to be out in this weather. Molly didn't usually think of herself as a stupid person, but it was possible she was mistaken. She should have just stayed at home instead of trying to make it to the diner to check on her boss. He was a nervous thing, and she didn't like leaving him alone in something like this, but if she was perfectly honest, she didn't want to be alone in it either. It wasn't the storm, exactly, but all the weirdness that accompanied it--weirdness that was clearly outside the realm of possibility in this place. There were actual turtles skating around the streets. Magic hadn't been kind to her in the past, and the fear welling up inside her stemmed from being small and furry and helpless for too long.

She was bent practically double just trying to stay on the sidewalk, and the wind picked her up and tossed her against a nearby building. She let out a little yip of pain, hugging her shoulder to her. She struggled a few more steps and peered into the window of what might have been a bakery. Everything around her seemed to be closed, but she knocked on the door anyway. Apparently, she had bigger problems right now than magic, like actual physical safety.

Before the thought had fully conformed itself into a solid idea, he was out the door. The air felt thick with electricity, the clouds dark and low. The rumbles had been constant, but they hadn’t felt threatening. At least, not in a way that sent off the alarms in his head. But the weather had turned and the sky was alive with lightening. It flashed bright and forebodingly over the town and Robin couldn’t let her be alone. Not in this. Not when the last time they’d experienced a storm like this...

He willed himself faster, his eyes darting to the sky as it flashed tauntingly. The police station wasn’t exactly close, but between his haste and the dark and looming storm, he reached it in record time. He pulled the doors open, his presence immediately known as he strode in with purpose. “Marian!” he called, his eyes scanning their faces, making eye contact with the person nearest him. “Where’s Marian?”

[txt- Squidge 18|37 22/01/2017]: Are you okay? Where are you?

[txt- Squidge 23|52 22/01/2017]: This storm turned out worse than I thought it was going to be. I'm stuck.

[txt- Squidge 01|05 23/01/2017]: You know you wanted to help?

As she pushed open the door to Rian’s office, she noticed the familiar figure inside. “I- I can wait till you- you’re gone,” she said, scratching the side of her face.