Rocky Bits, Friday Morning

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It was a cold morning, and Anders shivered inside his ragged jacket as he picked through the rubble on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. It wasn't a bad place to scavenge: Sometimes there was wire there, or glass, and once a plastic bag holding a precious half-full box of bandages.

The bit of him that had once been Justice was contented by the act of humble service, though Anders knew from experience that he wouldn't have peace for long. He glanced warily into the fog from time to time, wondering whether the monsters or his own demon would be the first to break his concentration.

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[alreadyhollow]

It was a bit of an endeavour, but Jono managed a slow, grinding sort of nod of his head in agreement to that nevertheless.

//I think I saw a few things along the shoreline about... five minutes that way,// he noted, raising one arm to gesture in the appropriate direction. //Looked like broken crates. Good firewood, if nothing else.//

He'd get to standing in a minute. It was always a bit of a process, these days.