With a sense unique to the horsepeople, Pestilence felt the energies of his compadres shift in the ether. It was the same energy that helped them throughout history know where the others were working and when they were desired for assistance. It was due to this connection that by the time Pollution and Famine drove up on their motorcycles, their former co-worker was already waiting for them.
Pestilence sat on his chopper (a recent acquisition, less obtrusive than his usual BMW in the ratty little neighborhood he now lived in), and smiled as the two apocalyptic horsemen pulled up in front of his roach-hotel bungalow.
"It feels like the perfect time for a roadtrip, gentlemen. Ready to ride?"
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Date: 2006-06-11 07:12 am (UTC)Pestilence sat on his chopper (a recent acquisition, less obtrusive than his usual BMW in the ratty little neighborhood he now lived in), and smiled as the two apocalyptic horsemen pulled up in front of his roach-hotel bungalow.
"It feels like the perfect time for a roadtrip, gentlemen. Ready to ride?"