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Union/Reunion
Jan. 15th, 2023 05:40 pmAfter Q's attack, John has stolen him away to Lonely Island to recover. He'd made a blood vow to Bond to end the pirate if he followed. With nothing to do but worry, Harry and Bond had set off for the King's Realm so Harry could try to speak to King Arthur the Spare. On land, an assassin pierced Bond with a blade poisoned with Death Cap. It was some time before they could return as Bond recovered in Great Harbor.
But then the raven came. A letter from Q reporting healing and safety. And an invitation from John, such as it was. Come get him.
Bond was full well from House's genius cure and he and Harry set course for Lonely Island. Fortune was on their side and the wind carried the swiftly to the desolate shore.
"I don't know how anyone could stand to live here," Bond grumbled as they started up the path.
"Be cautious, Harry. The Hellblazer isn't fond of company so the path can be treacherous. The closer we get, the more cautious we need to be.
He was proven right when, at the top of the path, a huge black ram with four horns, two straight up and two curling down and forward, blocked the path.
Around his neck was a charming little brass name tag and a bell.
OMEN
***
John had heard the bell. The ram was proving to be the best thing he'd bought in a while. The nanny was already bred, and the chickens were well guarded. The bell rattled away, toward the path. John knew that could only mean one thing.
John carried his pipe as he followed the goat.
But then the raven came. A letter from Q reporting healing and safety. And an invitation from John, such as it was. Come get him.
Bond was full well from House's genius cure and he and Harry set course for Lonely Island. Fortune was on their side and the wind carried the swiftly to the desolate shore.
"I don't know how anyone could stand to live here," Bond grumbled as they started up the path.
"Be cautious, Harry. The Hellblazer isn't fond of company so the path can be treacherous. The closer we get, the more cautious we need to be.
He was proven right when, at the top of the path, a huge black ram with four horns, two straight up and two curling down and forward, blocked the path.
Around his neck was a charming little brass name tag and a bell.
OMEN
***
John had heard the bell. The ram was proving to be the best thing he'd bought in a while. The nanny was already bred, and the chickens were well guarded. The bell rattled away, toward the path. John knew that could only mean one thing.
John carried his pipe as he followed the goat.
