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Wager

WagerSpike and Dawn were sitting on a workbench making bets on how the tempestuous relationship between their assistants panned out.

Dawn's money was on Michael driving Ceallach insane with scifi theory. Spike, on the other hand, reckoned on Ceallach carrying out her threat to remove Michael's eyes with a blunt instrument.

"So who's getting the exciting job of training her?"

Spike shrugged. "Wolf said he's short, hairy and has a bad temperament."

Wolf deftly removed a cudgel from Ceallach's hand as she walked by the bickering assistants and set it back on its shelf.

Dawn grinned. "I wish him luck."


wordoftheday100tempestuous, cudgel
Part of the Rome!verse, the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse

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moonbeamsfanfic
6th Oct, 2004 13:43 (UTC)
Ah, Logan. The poor man has no idea what he's in for. Hope his mutant healing factor can keep with the wild kitty. :D

Love the byplay in the background. It's like watching a tennis match -- or a train wreck, I haven't quite decided yet. *eg*
redwolf
6th Oct, 2004 13:50 (UTC)
I thought pheral would like to know where she's going. I do hope no one's standing between her and the airport.

There's a lot of room for movement between a tennis match and a train wreck. I'd suggest watching from a safe distance.