"Will do, Mike." Rory ended his call with the bar owner and shoved his phone back into his pocket, already headed for the front door. After pulling on his leather jacket, he reached for his helmet -- and paused.
Hell with this. Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, he shifted into the borderlands and flowed into his stallion form. Normally he wouldn't bother with fey travel for such a short distance, but it cut the transit time down to minutes. Whatever had happened to Pippa, he needed to know now.
But what he found when he let himself in did nothing to answer his questions ... or quell his rising nerves.
He keyed in a call back to Mike with one hand and tried to soothe an anxious Mr. Beaker with the other. "Mike? I'm at Pippa's. Her things are still here, as near as I can tell, and so is her puppy. It doesn't look like he's been fed, watered or walked today."
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Date: 2008-08-26 04:58 am (UTC)Hell with this. Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, he shifted into the borderlands and flowed into his stallion form. Normally he wouldn't bother with fey travel for such a short distance, but it cut the transit time down to minutes. Whatever had happened to Pippa, he needed to know now.
But what he found when he let himself in did nothing to answer his questions ... or quell his rising nerves.
He keyed in a call back to Mike with one hand and tried to soothe an anxious Mr. Beaker with the other. "Mike? I'm at Pippa's. Her things are still here, as near as I can tell, and so is her puppy. It doesn't look like he's been fed, watered or walked today."