Picking up Strays

Elisa had been lucky.  She'd brought the unnamed blue Gargoyle back to the castle with only a few minutes to spare before sunrise.  She'd barely had time to put her down safely and give the others a hasty explanation before all the Gargoyles had turned to stone.

She seemed healthy, just exhausted.  So it had been little surprise, in some ways, that she'd stayed out of it even after turning back into flesh.  They'd brought some water a few times, and a little bit of broth, but hadn't been able to rouse her.

That had been two nights ago. 

Now, the Gargoyles of Manhattan were waking up once again.  Goliath.  Elisa. Brooklyn.  Katana.  Nashville.  Tachi.  Hudson.  Lexington.  Guinevere.  Bronx.  Fu-Dog.  

Othello, Desdemona, and Nina had left some time ago to accompany Arthur and Griff.  Broadway and Angela, meanwhile, were on their "honeymoon."  An extended vacation of Avalon courtesy of Titania.


Shaking the last few crumbs of stone from her body, Elisa looked down to where the girl lay...

Something Jubilant This Way Comes

It's become quite common for Elisa to return from the Nexus with visitors, and today is no different.  Well, it might be a little different, in that the person she's with has been LOL'd into a doll, but, well, some days you've just got to throw your hands up in the air and go "Eh, that's the Nexus for you."

Owing to Murphy's law, the first person she actually runs into is the small, green, beaked five year old of the clan.  Tachi, one of Brooklyn's two kids.

"Where'd you get the dolly, Elisa?" she asks.

"It's... not a doll," Elisa replies.  "It's a friend of mine who needs help.  You seen Owen?"

"Think I saw him teachin' Alex."