Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Thu, 23 Jan 2003 19:41:21 -0500 Django Wexler <dwexler@andrew.cmu.edu>
wrote:
Robyn squeezed her eyes shut just in time. There was a nasty crack,
and the sound of a body hitting the {floor : ground : street}. When she dared to open them
again, the three shadows were standing closer, barely recognizable in
the glow of the distant streetlight.
"I hate to be involved in such a clich�, but I'm going to have to
ask you to take you hands off of her."
At least he said please a little further on. The three haven't gotten
any smarter since the last time.
The man at the end of the alley shrugged his shoulders, and power
crackled off him in little sparks, crawling along the edges of his coat
before {earthing : grounding} itself. He was thin but well-built, with dark blue hair
to his shoulders and a faintly knowing smile. One eye was pale,
fishbelly white, the other the black of smoked glass; aside from this
minor irregularity, Robyn noted absently that he was actually quite
handsome.
Sumiko watched from the rafters as Pyros aimed at the area where
Mary had landed and engulfed it in a wash of flames. She shook her
head, cursed silently, and mouthed:
It doesn't matter at this point what her mistress intends as long as
Sumiko thinks she's a warrior for love and justice. Or whatever.
Ayre pulled up short, and Robyn almost bumped into him, tied up as
she was in her own thoughts. They were walking on the verge of a
highway, headed, as best she could tell, towards the mall. Why Ayre had
chosen to walk instead of taking a bus was a mystery; she'd been
following him, blindly, as she tried to work things out.
A better question that occurs to me is why he wasn't at the mall to
begin with. If he'd been in the shadows, even Sumiko's aid might not
have been enough for Mary to overcome the intruders though she
probably could have escaped if Ayre didn't kill her before she knew
he was there.
She could feel the static charge building around him, making her
hair stand on end. Little crackles of power started to run along the
grass and concrete. Ayre smiled. "A bit late for that now."
Careless of her to not confirm that her rescuer was a good guy. Ayre
doesn't seem to be a bad sort, but his interest in her isn't
necessarily to her advantage.