So, the fix. Once again, I clean up the bloody mess. Seems I have ta fix a lot of things, these days.
I get back ta Wildwood and after seein’ Mekere ta her room ta try and recover, I head downstairs to where the hare and the mountain-o’-stupid were holdin’ our new friend. The troll and I erh… ‘convinced’ the sidhe to part with some juicy information, but none of it was what we needed. It seemed ta nettle the hare a good bit though, somethin’ about a zombie wife and lawyers. Sounded like yer average divorce settlement ta me, but it none o’ me business. I wound up using Tits’ database ta find a cure for Snakes’ poison, the Dreaming. Woman needed a shitload o’ glamour. After a fair bit o’ bitchin’ from the Goat, Joseph, Mikhail, Nesquick and I took Mekere inta the Dreaming.
It was no meadow of sunshine, this time. The Firchlis was already on us, the Dreamin’ itself was on Mekere’s arse for her newfound banality, and we didn’t need much fuckin’ convincing ta get movin’ when Joseph said he knew a safe spot. I shouldered Mekere and set off on the Path, (no idea why people have so much bloody trouble with those things), and within a minute we had company. Damned 3-headed dog the size of Rosie O’Donnell thought we all looked like fuckin’ bags of kibble, and when I turned from the fight, I spotted 3 more headed our way. I worked a little magic up meself ta scare the mutts shitless using the storm itself as fuel, and when I turned back to the other 3 fighting the dog, I saw Joseph bloodied, the hare mauled on the ground, and Mikhael was nowhere ta be seen. A second later, I watched him stomp one o’ the devil-dog’s heads clean out its arse from a story or two up.
Ye know what? Just don’t get into a cockfight with a troll, no matter how fuckin’ well-armed ye are.
Anyway, we wound up makin’ it ta the safe spot; some sluagh’s haunt. I set her up by the fireplace, Joseph dropped the hare nearby, and Mik got ta barricadin’ the doors. After I got the fire lit, Snakes was still cold as a necrophile’s ex-girlfriend… Even in this realm of pure glamour, it wasn’t enough to get her through. It occurred ta me that when a machine is dead or dyin’, it usually just needs a fuckin’ jumpstart; people aren’t any different. Why the fuck did I do what I did? Because she’s the only bitch who’s ever tried ta be worth it… Yes, I gave my own glamour. A lot of it. I’ll likely regret it one day when banality takes me a decade or so early, but it was still fuckin’ worth it.
With that, the Firchlis passed, almost in an instant. We left the hare behind ta soak up some glamour and heal, and I carried Mekere ta the trod back ta Wildwood with Joseph and Mik in tow. By the time we got there, Snakes was already standin’ on her own again, and I’ll be damned if me own aura hadn’t been tidied up as well, but we weren’t expectin’ the fuckin’ Firchlis ta alter things so damned much.
A month had passed in the real world while we had been dicking around in the Dreaming. I had thought it would be an avalanche of shit, and at the forefront of it was Tits’ execution. Thankfully, Katrina isn’t completely useless and filled Midori in on the situation while we had been gone. Midori even got Tits out of prison before I had the chance ta complete me end of the bargain, sign o’ good will and all. I suppose not all sidhe are twats… At least not all the time.
Now I’m just dealin’ with the fallout in the lab. The club’s off its arse and runnin’ again, and the slack-jawed pervert is out o’ me hair in hidin’ from shite-knows-who fer now, but Tits and I are movin’ the lab o’er ta me shop fer now. ‘Safety measures’, as it was explained ta me.