𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩 II 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕧

      

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"Wait what year is it again?" Lynn started panicking now

Vivienne looked around. This was beyond overwhelming
"But-" it felt strange to even speak of it
"By any chance, are we in..Ketterdam?" Vivienne muttered the last word like a child asking for something impossible to a parent
"Obviously. Where else do you think we are?" Jesper eyed them.
"And mind you, i do not know what cosplay is but if you mean bad dressing style, you both should look at yourselves first." Jesper said in his usual playful tone

It was windy and whimsical and there was fog almost everywhere. There were shoemakers sitting on the sidewalk with grease on their hands. Men with suits and hats and guns were walking on the yellow brick road, women with possibly keftas were wandering around.

There was an old woman carrying fruits yelling out in what sounded like..Ravkan.

"This could possibly not be happenning can it" Vivienne an Lynn both felt a strange sense of distressed happiness.

If they were both away from a place so-called home, into the 18th century Ravka, where pistols and knives were the form of communication, why were they feeling an immense sense of happiness slowly dwaling within them?

A flock of crows were perched on top of a building, their caws filled the silence of their thoughts.
They were in a world that was dangerous and unsafe and unsettling and scary..and they somehow found it better?
"Okay there are three possibilities right now" Vivienne herself sounded unsure.
"First, we successfully managed to shift together somehow, in that case, congrats besfren, no sleep paralysis demon tonight.
Secondly. We're on absolute high crack. and the people around us aren't real. Whats that word? Hallucination. We have done some serious drugs"

"But how is that even-" Lynn furrowed her eyebrows
"And thirdly," Vivianne was almost yelling by now, "All of this" she cleared her throat.
"All of this is rea- Ow what was that"
Vivienne felt a sharp prick on her neck

"Saints, someone threw a poison thorn at you. Pluck it out if you don't want to die" Jesper looked at her in a puzzled manner as Vivienne smiled without moving an inch of the thorn

"Um- let me help you right there" Jesper pulled out the needle-like thorn and threw it away in disgust.

Vivi flinched as the guy who was claiming to be jesper, plucked the poison thorn from her neck. Her hands rubbing the spot where she had been pricked, she saw the red liquid on her finger when she retrieved her hand. Why did the spot sting so much if this was all a dream?

Vivi nudged Lynn, whispering to her "This feels way to real, we must be on some seriously good crack."

Lynn softly smacked Vivi on her arm, "We are 16 and we haven't even smoked, forget about drugs."

Vivi looked around the place again her eyes holding amusement, "Then how on earth, are you gonna explain what's happening to us right now."

Lynn simply shrugged in response.
Jesper's eyes widen, looking at something behind the two girls.
"I'll tell you what's happening." He said, fidgeting with his guns," I am fucked up and so are you two."
"What-" Vivi stopped short, when a burning sensation hit her cheek and something shattered a jar from the store which was right in front of her.
"Was that a bullet?!" Lynn asked Jesper, panic clear from the way she spoke, then turned to Vivi, "Are you okay?!"

"I guess." Vivi replied softly, dazed as she felt the thin scar across her cheek.

"Okay, let's run along ladies." Jesper said as he saw a bunch of angry armed ravkans along with the shop owner coming towards them,
"You can stay If you wanna die in the hands of these ravkans because by the way they are looking at you two they think you lot are friends of mine or you can run with me to be tortured by Kaz."

"Being tortured by kaz, would be a literal blessing." Lynn sighed being the Kaz brekker simp she was.
Vivi threw her a 'not now' look making Lynn go red.
Jesper looked at Lynn making a weird face for a moment then shook his head, "Then run before your heads get blown off."
"Very comforting bro." Vivi huffed, as the three pushed through the crowd running as fast as they could.
"Are you really Jesper Fahey?" Lynn said panting as she tried her best to run and catch up to the zemeni boy.
"Is this really the time to have a conversation?" Jesper shouted back, as he stopped running and cursed loudly.
"Uh guy who thinks you are jesper, why did you stop?!" Vivi asked frantically, "They are gonna catch up."
"It's a dead end." Jesper shouted, as he ran his hands through his hair, frustated.

Both of them were still unsure as to what was even happenning, but there was one thing they were sure of, they were in danger.
Lynn looked at Vivienne who was sweating, her long hair tied neatly to a braid was now slinging by her shoulders, the slight prick in her neck was visibly swollen.
"Is this how we end up dying" Vivienne let out an expaserated breath "i wanted to say no mourners no funerals with all the crows" she whimpered
"What- how do you even-" Jesper frowned with a confused expression until they felt the presence of a sihlouette slowly approaching them, Jesper reaching out his guns with a  wary look
                       

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