A phone call from Rush would be alarming all on its own even if it hadn't ended up being muffled heavy breathing and thudding sounds.
It's by some kind of bizarre providence that she's actually in Rush's neighborhood when this happens - she's already been given to wonder if there's some sort of Rift influence behind how often this kind of happenstance seems to occur, but now is definitely not the moment for that. She's just come from a visit to a little bakery she's been hearing about, something of a rifty hangout it seems, tucked away next to the world's worst bookshop, now heading back toward the green line to go home - that puts her about four short blocks from the ROMAC apartments.
Maybe it's nothing. Maybe Rush ass-dialed her and he was just breathing heavily because that's what he does. Maybe she'll get there and he'll berate her for being paranoid or something.
She is entirely willing to take that chance.
She breaks into a run without hesitation, swerving northward toward his building, alarming a series of weekday brunch-goers as she flits past them and across intersections like she doesn't give a fuck (she doesn't). She has to get there as fast as she fucking can, because he might not even be there, and if not then this is going to become a real fucking problem. Because if it's not nothing, there's too much else it could be. And Rush doesn't fucking know anyone else.
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It's by some kind of bizarre providence that she's actually in Rush's neighborhood when this happens - she's already been given to wonder if there's some sort of Rift influence behind how often this kind of happenstance seems to occur, but now is definitely not the moment for that. She's just come from a visit to a little bakery she's been hearing about, something of a rifty hangout it seems, tucked away next to the world's worst bookshop, now heading back toward the green line to go home - that puts her about four short blocks from the ROMAC apartments.
Maybe it's nothing. Maybe Rush ass-dialed her and he was just breathing heavily because that's what he does. Maybe she'll get there and he'll berate her for being paranoid or something.
She is entirely willing to take that chance.
She breaks into a run without hesitation, swerving northward toward his building, alarming a series of weekday brunch-goers as she flits past them and across intersections like she doesn't give a fuck (she doesn't). She has to get there as fast as she fucking can, because he might not even be there, and if not then this is going to become a real fucking problem. Because if it's not nothing, there's too much else it could be. And Rush doesn't fucking know anyone else.