The Grandfather of the Reunion

Prologue 3-9

The Fall of New Seattle

Starting first memory playback with: Diary entry of certain day

{July 5th}

Today is the day New Seattle dies. Along with the hopes and dreams of the people who are still alive and left behind, not knowing what is in for them. We took shelter inside an abandoned dreadnought, to escape the cold snap catastrophe happening outside. Talulah commented that catastrophes last for, in between eight hours or eight days, I hope it's the former. Otherwise we won't get a chance to get to Temperance.

I think I've been to that place before, but I'm just not sure, my old brain is taking over. We met the cousins, Simon and Veronica Varys. The former of which had to be amputated, to save his life. I'm so glad Sani knows how to treat venom wounds, I don't want another unsatisfied survivor. We haven't asked if they're willing to join us, then again, Veronica mentioned they're from a different faction themselves.

For now, we're having soup, to conserve rations. This time, made by someone who's a decent cook other than Frost. Turns out, Abigail once worked as a bartender, and a cook for the bar she worked at. I find the irony of angels working in a place of sin amusing, then again, she's not a biblical angel, and fortunately not a biblically accurate angel. So many eyes...

The fact Abigail used Talulah as a fucking stove, made me and several of our eyes water. Abi has big balls in order to do that. She fucking laid her on her chest, and used her back to heat the soup, I can't believe I haven't thought of that!

I wonder when we can leave soon, and I hope our vehicles aren't destroyed yet. Oh, and... I vaguely remembered Mephisto giving me a book he "borrowed" from Sheriff Will's chest. It doesn't matter, but the kid's innocence, despite destroyed already, needs to be preserved. He's gonna be our future after all.

Concerning New Seattle turning into a radioactive-Oripathy inducing parking lot, I'm not sure if the New Boston Dreadnought would survive the cataclysm of New Seattle. Nor would our vehicles, either buried under piles of snow under the open vehicle carriage, would remain intact after. Nevertheless, we ain't leaving until we feel the ground shake.

I'm sure we're far away enough, but I just hope we make it to Temperance after this.

We're eating Talulah soup, a...joke name made by Abigail when making the soup. Judging by how unamused Talulah is, considering she's sitting next to me, she's very pissed off, especially since she's looking at me with that soul piercing glare as I'm writing this. I should've finished that will days ago.

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Starting second memory playback with: Memory of certain day

[After breakfast, and Talulah almost choking the life out of Hosea for writing that stuff in his diary, they decided to just wait until the cold snap is done freaking out. They huddle around Talulah, whose flames burned greater and greater out of annoyance, after being made a stove. She, REALLY didn't liked that, but it did help warming them up.]

[Her flames crackled and sometimes flared brighter the moment she heard a few of the survivors snickering a laugh, unable to move on on the thought, not only does she belong in the kitchen, she IS the kitchen. For legal reasons, that's a joke.]

[In the background, Gordon sneaks behind his buddy; who was in the middle of playing her gameboy that miraculously still has battery power, with his palms out and fingers outstretched. He's wearing his black bandana, to silence his breathing as he goes for the sneak attack. He glides his hands on her sides, not making physical contact, but it did made her shiver like she's been tickled.]