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The roof, Friday night (after Caritas)

Nadia had changed out of her flapper outfit and was up on the roof waiting for Pippi to join her.

She was anxious and excited at the same time. They might find out how Walter was doing, tonight. She hoped they got good news.

[ooc: Crystal ball thread is locked to Pippi, but I can't stop you from showing up before or after]

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Pippi comes up onto the roof from the stairs. She's changed out of her costume and let her hair down, in her hands is a familiar dark silk bundle.

"Hey."

"Hey. Okay, how do you want to do this? Should we try that power circle thingy?"

Pippi nodded.

"That could be a good idea... Do you remember how it went? I wasn't really paying much attention."

Nadia shook her head. "Not really. I guess maybe we shouldn't try it, then."

"Probably not." she said unwrapping the crystal ball.

Nadia took a deep breath, suddenly anxious. "Right. What do you want me to do? Do you need me to keep an eye out again?"

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." she said. "If you hold the ball with me, you might be able to hear, but you don't have to."

Hear? "I can do that," Nadia held her hands out. "We're pretty safe up here, I think."

Pippi nodded and sat down, holding up the ball like she had for Al at the beach.

Nadia put her hands on the way she'd seen Al do it. "Just tell me what to do."

"Just hold onto the ball and try to concentrate on Walter and what he does when he gets to Poland."

"Not a problem." That's what she'd been doing most of the time, anyway. She held on and concentrated.

"Okay..." she said.

She couldn't think of a rhyme.

"Um... Crystal ball, we want to see Walter. Please show us Walter. We haven't lost him, we know where he is... Where he was... We want to see how he's doing, how he did."

It wasn't graceful, but that was essentially it. Nadia concentrated harder, staring into the ball.

"I promise I'll start using rhymes from now on." she said, "Just cut me some slack this one time."

Nothing.

"... Please?"

The ball started to glow, getting brighter and brighter.

Nadia flinched at the glow, trying hard to keep looking, even as it grew brighter. She just wanted to know Walter was okay.

The light get brighter and brighter with a purple light.

*the drone of an airplane (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0001q1qs) muffled by the sound a voice asks a question you can't quite make out*

The light reaches a brilliant glow that's hard to look at and holds there.

Nadia squinted, gasping slightly as she started hearing the airplane. Yes. This is what she wanted.

If only she could see him. . . .

Pippi leans into the ball, watching intently. Smiling.

*the droning continues and is joined by rushing wind then familiar gleeful hooting (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0002fy14) as the wind gets louder and the droning fades away*

Nadia grinned. He's okay. He's loving this. She shook her head mentailly even as she tried to stay focused. Of course he is.

*the wind and the hooting fades away and is replaced by the sound of classical music being played somebody is eating and being very noisy about it clanking fork and knife clanking against the plate disgusting comping and breathing and speaking (German) with his mouth full*

The color drains from Pippi's face (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0008c1yq)

Nadia couldn't see anything except the glow of the ball, she had no idea how Pippi was reacting. She just stayed focused, trying to will the ball back to Walter, wanting to hear his voice.

*the hooting fades into the sounds of eating and conversation*

Pippi leans in more, her nose is almost touching the ball.

*the conversation stops but the eating doesn't the hooting gets louder and soon sounds of whipping wires and breaking glass (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0008erx7/s640x480) the classical music stops with a jarring scratch*

There. There he was. Nadia could recognize the sound of the wires anywhere.

Kick their asses.

*sounds of footsteps crunching in broken glass covering up the sound of a conversation and English speaking voice with a German accent which is angry and a familiar voice with a conversational tone.*

*... I'll take you to hell."

Nadia closed her eyes briefly, smiling more. Damn right.

*yelling in German multiple books stomping against hardwood floor and broken glass then screaming yelling sick wet sounds and the sound of men dyeing horribly (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0006d623)*

*eventually the screaming stops covering the sounds of objects falling to the floor and the familiar scream of wires (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0006ewbs/s640x480)(

Nadia flinched again at the sounds, but refused to pull away. This was what she wanted, to know what was happening.

She just suddenly wasn't entirely sure she wanted it.

*the sound of a pair of gloved hands clapping slowly*

*Splendid skill. You're quite the angry boy, aren't you? You said your name was Valter didn't you boy? You're very skilled, aren't you boy? With your power you'd certainly want to join my troups... the sound of the wind blowing through a window making the rest of what the speaker says unintelligible*

*You must be half asleep fatty."

Nadia scowled, finally closing her eyes to focus more on listening. She wasn't going to see anything, but maybe she could figure out what was happening, anyway.

*... If you cut off his head, toss it into the fire*

*sound of wires*

*silence (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0006qshx)*

*Sieg heil!*

*slam*

Nadia gritted her teeth. What? What's happening?

*dripping liquid (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0006zetr)*

*sounds of a skuffle punching kicking grunting voices grunting and crying out in pain and surprise (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/00074kwp/s640x480)*

*labored breathing a surprised noise cut off (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/00079e4p)*

*a subtle rumbling and shaking (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0007b6fz)*

*somebody is choking a door of some sort opens and a deafening gunshot sounds*

Nadia cringed, trying to stay focused.

That . . . didn't sound good.

*What's wrong Angel of Death? a young girl's voice You don't... Look so good.*

*You're late you idiot! gasping for breath You bastard where's your shape? Are you still waking up from your nap?*

*the voices fade and are covered by a strange wet sound not entirely unlike you might hear when squeezing a ripe piece of fruit*

*I see it (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0007wg0b) the girl's voice It's probably over a hundred years old*

There is a soft whimper, but that might actually have come from Pippi.

*crashing and crushing and smashing and fighting (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/0007ygg7/s640x480)*

Nadia's eyes opened again and she tried to stare into the light, wanting desperately to see what was happening.

Be okay, be okay, be okay. . . .

*rushing air and yet another horrible wet crunching and crushing () sound*

*make that two*

The light in the ball fades and goes out.

Nadia blinked, still not able to see much thanks to the afterimage of the light. "What--Pippi, what did you see?"

Pippi covered the ball up with the big dark scarf and hugged it to her chest.

"He's okay." she said quietly. "He's up, he's running around, he's kicking ass, he'll be back."

Nadia let out a breath. He's okay. Pippi wouldn't lie about that.

Would she?

What's wrong, Angel of Death? You don't look so good.

"I think . . . I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Me too." she got up a little shaky and pale.

That didn't go unnoticed. Nadia shoved her hands into her pockets and started for the door.

"Pippi. . . ." She paused, suddenly not sure what she was going to say. "Thank you."

Pippi is trying really hard not to cry here.

"Yeah..." she said. "He'll be roughed up good. But intact."

She hurried past to the door, still clutching the ball.

Nadia watched her go and wondered what she wasn't telling her.

He'll be okay.

What's wrong, Angel of Death? You don't look so good.

You're late, you idiot! . . .

If Nadia ever got her hands on whoever the late idiot was, there'd be hell to pay.

Somehow she doubted she'd be getting much sleep, tonight.

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