[Milliways: Field Trip to Haddyn, 2293]

[slayer_fray]

Bar had given them all back packs. It's kind of cute, really, in Mel's opinion. small little things, containing only the essentials - a zapper pistol for each of them, a cross, a stake, a round of PB&J with the crusts cut off, a flask of milky tea, and lunch money (about 20 coi each).

Mel herself just has her own gun and scythe sheathed on her back, as she climbs through the window into her small, beaten up apartment, and holds the door open for them.

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[slayer_fray]

Trusting Steph to be able to get herself to safety, Mel has launched herself of the vehicle the instant she knew Makita was going to miss. The strength which which she kicks herself off if enough to disturb the van's inertia an jerk away, but she's not interested.

She dives to intercept 'Kita's fall, not concerned with anything except reaching out and grabbing the girl's wrist, pulling her into a one-armed embrace. Then they're falling together through the crowded flyway.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita feels the impact as Mel slams into her and wraps her arms tightly around Mel's body. Her eyes are wide and she seems torn between grinning gratefully or being angry.

Mel's going to get herself killed!

At least Makita won't die alone.

[slayer_fray]

From the way Mel smirks at her from this close, one might be forgiven for thinking she was looking forward to their joint imminent death.

But her spare hand shoots out and they jerk violently as she grabs a convenient drainpipe and arrests their fall sharply.

As the pipe begins to crack against the wall, Mel looks to 'Kita, an eyebrow raised and her smirk still in place.

"Hold on tight," she says. "I need to get something out of my pocket."

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

In all honesty, the order is redundant. Despite Makita's small size, if Mel weren't a Slayer there's a good chance that there'd be a cracked rib in there somewhere.

Makita nods and tries to remember how to breathe again.

[slayer_fray]

Mel leans her face against Makita's head just long enough to fish around the back and pull her skaterug out of her pocket, just as the pole she's hanging on to cracks.

They fall for another foot or so before she can flick the rug out straight and curls her feet under it.

So Slayer and soldier are then standing on a small skate-board sized wollen mat in the middle of a busy street.

"How you doing?"

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita opens her mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.

Oh, right, breathing. You need to do that before you can talk.

She gasps in a shuddering breath, then another. Then she swallows, nods shakily, and manages: "I'm... okay." Mostly.

[slayer_fray]

Mel smiles easily and adjusts first her grip on Makita, then her weight. Then they're flying upwards and rising speed.

"Quite the buzz, huh? Let's see how the others are doing."