anarchist_queen | Roof of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Cabin, Wednesday Afternoon

"What a dump." Wiseguy's expression was an inscrutable mask that any trueblood would be proud of.

"You're not seeing the big picture here." Leda said enthusiastically. "You see a run down, abandoned office building. But you know what I see?"

"The future!" Mooner exclaimed dramatically. He grinned at Leda. God how she loved that grin.

"I see a home. I see a place where we can be an example to the Bloods, and the Pack. That Elves, humans, and halfies can get along just fine."

"What, we're not example enough?" Wiseguy asked. Her black eye would seem to answer her question.

"We're too small." Mooner said, seeing what Leda was getting at. "We three Musketeers are an oddity at best. An embarrassment or an abomination at worst."

"But if we fix this place up, and recruit others, we can show Bordertown what could be. I know there's more people who think we don't have to be enemies. We just need to find them. And this could be..."

"Home?" Wiseguy finished. She sighed. But even she, in the face of the enthusiasm of her brother and her best friend could not hold out. "Alright let's see the inside."

Mooner slung his arm around Leda's shoulders as they headed up the steps. "I do have to ask though. Why this place?"

Something tickled at the back of Leda's brain, but she ignored it. "I dunno Moe."

There were many reasons why Leda drank Peca. Addiction was only one of them. Right now though, she was only drinking fruit juice. These blends they sold out in the world were great. This memory wasn't one that made her want to drown it. But in case it led to others that did, she had a bottle in the pocket of her jacket.

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