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It is not so much that Raven likes the desert. But there are not many people there who are planning to stay.

Trucks on the road, the occasional car, airplanes flying over. It is not so bad.

There is enough transience for things to be okay.

But he gets bored.

This is problematic.

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She huffs in annoyance.

"If I get electrocuted again, I won't be pleased." She announces at the world in general as she starts placing pads and tape.

The clouds get darker.

The wind starts blowing dust and grit hard enough to hurt.

Raven shifts position so that he can break the force enough that Ace does not take the brunt of it.

"It is, I think, not so much that, this time."

He'd go, but she'd chase him and --

He is tired.

Somewhat satisfied with her tape job, she moves on to the gauze wrap, and she decides since he doesn't need to breathe, she can crank it down.

Keeps it from flying away, anyhow.

"Brilliant, I hate gettin' 'lectrocuted. Stings, doesn't it." She replies, having to shout a bit to be heard over the steam-train roar of the wind.

Raven barely has time to say yes before the shriek of the wind covers any sounds at all.

Do not ask where the stray piece of straw came from.

No one really wants to know.

Ace finds out where it goes, soon enough. She even gets a quick glimpse of the end of the straw right before the lights go out, again, and she crumples somewhat dramatically at Raven's feet.

She's gonna be pissed if he doesn't tack down the end of the gauze.

In a bit, anyway.

He is more concerned with removing the straw from her brain, first.

Not that it is difficult.

He cheats.

And then he tapes the gauze down. After clearing out all the dirt, first.

Even if he does not have biology, there is no sense courting infection. Or irritation.

The open wound and the constant bleeding is bad enough.

She appreciates the effort.

For both the straw and the taping.

Or she will once she shudders into movement again, like a reluctant wind-up toy. She tries to sit up, and tilts off to the right as her vestibular system puts up a white flag, still not quite recovered from this last mishap.

Raven is crouched a yard or so back, watching her.

"Possibly it is better not to stand up, yes?"

And just hope there are no scorpions around.

Or -- anything.

"Ugh." She sighs, eying the rapidly retreating clouds. "Gonna knock her teeth to Singapore." She edits, sounding somewhat resigned.

And a bit dizzy. Ugh. She wants her vestibular system back now.

"You could sell them, perhaps."

It is true. Somewhat.

"I am not so much sure that will make them more difficult to find."

Plus the kind of magic possible with them would be -- bad.

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Ace sighs.

"M'pissed, not stupid. I don't want t'clean up that mess." She replies, sitting up again, more slowly this time.

Raven snorts.

"Possibly I will be for cleaning that up."

Someday.

"Whatever mate, I've seen your room." She retorts.

This'd be the pot calling the kettle black, yes.

"Ugh. Gonna have t'get m'self a good luck charm or sommat. This is ridiculous."

"They are, I think, not so difficult to make. If you are for getting Coyote's teeth."

He huffs out a breath that might almost be a laugh.

"Also visiting Singapore."

Or-- wait. What has he got in his pockets?

"Don't think I won't. She's pissin' me off." She grumbles, slowly pushing to her feet. "Even it'll probably break m'hand in the process."

"Gauntlets, perhaps, are not so uncomfortable."

He tosses something at her, a tiny bundle of bone pins and grey thread.

There may be a tooth in it, as well.

But not Coyote's.

"I do not know if it will help, so much. Still."

It looks something like a cross between an artifact and some kindergartener's arts and crafts project. Ace eyes it for a moment, before using one of the pins on her jacket to pin it on.

"It's, um." She eyes it, trying to think of something positive to say. "Creative?"

"It is not so bad at keeping away luck, I do not think."

Sadly it does not work very well with scorpions once they are no longer theoretical.

Still.

"Shit!" Says Ace, somewhat inappropriately to his announcement, stomping the little bug to a flat paste about two seconds too late.

"Ow." She adds a moment later, and decides sitting down is good.

"I've changed m'mind." She mutters, if a bit thickly, a few moments after that. "Horsehead Nebula."

"It will be easier, I am thinking, when you are not poisoned."

He still sounds tired.

And the flat paste of the scorpion is now on fire.

Raven is, it seems, also angry.

"Temper." Ace notes, blinking owlishly at Raven while she attempts to resolve him into one single Adobebutt. "They have support groups for that sort of thing. With... projects, an' things. Fingerpaint."

"Likely I would set that on fire, too."

So there.

She frowns for a moment while her brain ticks along at what she feels is a freakishly slow speed.

"They don't have support groups for that." She decides, finally. Then her face lights up with a cheery grin.

"They do have sisters though."

"That, I am thinking, is a very fine thing."

He'd hug her if that wouldn't get her killed again.

As it is --

Some of the sand in their vicinity fuses into glass.

It's very pretty glass, if that helps.

"Y'goin' t'be alright, Bird?" She worries. Even if it doesn't do much good.