Dixie Dead Shake - Log 11b
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xp_logsJean and Kane steal a moment to try and understand everything that has happened.
Kane had sent Adam along ahead of him, giving the man a little privacy to hose himself off while Tante bustled about looking for some clothes for him. The others were recovering from what they'd just witnessed and he turned the corner of the shack for a brief moment alone, letting out a deep breath and wiping some of the dirt from his face.
"You're..." was the only word Jean allowed. It was followed by enveloping him in a tight hug that lasted for at least 20 seconds before finally letting go.
Fortunately getting knocked out after becoming an unexpected magical psionic car battery for humans only lasted about 30 minutes or so. She was still a little out of sorts but seeing her boyfriend decidedly NOT dead was a welcome trade off.
Stepping away, she folded her arms. "Sorry."
"Oh, please don't." Kane said, pulling her back into his arms. "Sorry, I didn't want to get you all muddy but-" He paused, the emotions welling up in his throat for a moment.
"I'm already bloody. It's too late. This outfit's done for anyway," Jean said, mustering a soft smile. She glanced him over.
"Don't do that again, okay?" she said, poking him in the chest. A tear slipped down her cheek and she glanced away. "No more dying."
"Working on that." He said, content to stand there for a moment, arms wrapped around her and nose buried in her hair. "You know, they lie. I didn't see a bright light or a parade of angels or a giant koala. Everything just got dimmer and further away until there was just you in my mind."
Jean's eyes widened, surprised. "Really?" she said quietly. She hadn't had the chance to ask an actual formerly dead person what they'd seen. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, probably the bright light.
"How...how do you feel?"
"Amazing. I feel like I'm used to feeling." Kane said, kissing her ear. "I feel like a whole person for the first time in forever."
To say Jean was surprised was an understatement. "What? So you're not..." she sputtered, almost feeling like she needed to sit down.
What the hell was magic, even.
Kane stepped back for a moment and with one hand, lifted her by her waist up into the air, showing no more strain than he would a feather. "My powers are back, I think. All of them."
If Jean had a glass she would have dropped it. For now all she had to drop was her jaw. "...I...what? That's..." Incredible. Impossible. Improbable? She couldn't figure out the word because all of them applied.
How. What the hell was magic, even.
"A god broke my aura. A wolf ended up finding me. I survived a Hell Lord flaying me. At this point, I'm willing to take some things on faith." The wolf nuzzled his hand and Kane tousled his ears. "Gord, you're getting hosed off buddy." He gave a look to Jean that looked so much younger than he had in months. "Any chance I can ask you to man the hose?"
"Gord?" Jean said curiously, looking between him and the wolf. "So he has a name now?"
"Yeah. He told me his name was Gord. Who am I to argue?"
"I'm going to need you to rewind that statement," Jean said, twirling her finger around. "Especially the part about Gord talking."
If there were talking animals now she was going to have a stroke.
Sharon didn't count.
"He didn't talk to me. Just... sorta let me know?" Kane said with a quizzical expression. "I don't know how to explain. I just know, eh?" Kane shrugged.
"Oh..." Jean said idly, sinking down into a chair with a weary, accepting nod. "I mean, why not?"
People were back from the dead and alternate fake dimensions...why not a telepathic wolf?
"Bet you wished you smoked right now." Kane said wryly. "I don't know... I know this is a lot, Jean. You don't need to be okay with it. Or me right now. It's unfair to put all this on you."
"You didn't ask to be murdered," Jean said quietly, staring down at his dried blood on her hands. And she didn't ask to be used to bring them back to life. She didn't know it was even possible. She still would have said yes, but in the minutes after she was still processing everything.
"And you didn't ask to watch it. Or get involved in a voodoo ritual to bring me back." Kane said. "I'm not going to complain about being alive, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve to."
Jean shrugged "You're not wrong there," she admitted. "I'll add it to my growing list of things that a therapist will faint over. But for now...I think we have bigger things to worry about."
Like the person who killed him.
Kane had sent Adam along ahead of him, giving the man a little privacy to hose himself off while Tante bustled about looking for some clothes for him. The others were recovering from what they'd just witnessed and he turned the corner of the shack for a brief moment alone, letting out a deep breath and wiping some of the dirt from his face.
"You're..." was the only word Jean allowed. It was followed by enveloping him in a tight hug that lasted for at least 20 seconds before finally letting go.
Fortunately getting knocked out after becoming an unexpected magical psionic car battery for humans only lasted about 30 minutes or so. She was still a little out of sorts but seeing her boyfriend decidedly NOT dead was a welcome trade off.
Stepping away, she folded her arms. "Sorry."
"Oh, please don't." Kane said, pulling her back into his arms. "Sorry, I didn't want to get you all muddy but-" He paused, the emotions welling up in his throat for a moment.
"I'm already bloody. It's too late. This outfit's done for anyway," Jean said, mustering a soft smile. She glanced him over.
"Don't do that again, okay?" she said, poking him in the chest. A tear slipped down her cheek and she glanced away. "No more dying."
"Working on that." He said, content to stand there for a moment, arms wrapped around her and nose buried in her hair. "You know, they lie. I didn't see a bright light or a parade of angels or a giant koala. Everything just got dimmer and further away until there was just you in my mind."
Jean's eyes widened, surprised. "Really?" she said quietly. She hadn't had the chance to ask an actual formerly dead person what they'd seen. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, probably the bright light.
"How...how do you feel?"
"Amazing. I feel like I'm used to feeling." Kane said, kissing her ear. "I feel like a whole person for the first time in forever."
To say Jean was surprised was an understatement. "What? So you're not..." she sputtered, almost feeling like she needed to sit down.
What the hell was magic, even.
Kane stepped back for a moment and with one hand, lifted her by her waist up into the air, showing no more strain than he would a feather. "My powers are back, I think. All of them."
If Jean had a glass she would have dropped it. For now all she had to drop was her jaw. "...I...what? That's..." Incredible. Impossible. Improbable? She couldn't figure out the word because all of them applied.
How. What the hell was magic, even.
"A god broke my aura. A wolf ended up finding me. I survived a Hell Lord flaying me. At this point, I'm willing to take some things on faith." The wolf nuzzled his hand and Kane tousled his ears. "Gord, you're getting hosed off buddy." He gave a look to Jean that looked so much younger than he had in months. "Any chance I can ask you to man the hose?"
"Gord?" Jean said curiously, looking between him and the wolf. "So he has a name now?"
"Yeah. He told me his name was Gord. Who am I to argue?"
"I'm going to need you to rewind that statement," Jean said, twirling her finger around. "Especially the part about Gord talking."
If there were talking animals now she was going to have a stroke.
Sharon didn't count.
"He didn't talk to me. Just... sorta let me know?" Kane said with a quizzical expression. "I don't know how to explain. I just know, eh?" Kane shrugged.
"Oh..." Jean said idly, sinking down into a chair with a weary, accepting nod. "I mean, why not?"
People were back from the dead and alternate fake dimensions...why not a telepathic wolf?
"Bet you wished you smoked right now." Kane said wryly. "I don't know... I know this is a lot, Jean. You don't need to be okay with it. Or me right now. It's unfair to put all this on you."
"You didn't ask to be murdered," Jean said quietly, staring down at his dried blood on her hands. And she didn't ask to be used to bring them back to life. She didn't know it was even possible. She still would have said yes, but in the minutes after she was still processing everything.
"And you didn't ask to watch it. Or get involved in a voodoo ritual to bring me back." Kane said. "I'm not going to complain about being alive, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve to."
Jean shrugged "You're not wrong there," she admitted. "I'll add it to my growing list of things that a therapist will faint over. But for now...I think we have bigger things to worry about."
Like the person who killed him.
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Date: 2024-09-09 09:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-09 05:14 pm (UTC)The second part is that in log 10, where Kane is fighting, he is muttering song lyrics to distract from the pain and desperation, like a mantra. The lyrics are from the SNL appearance of The Tragically Hip performing 'Grace Too'. The Hip are considered the most ironically Canadian band in music history. Their front man, Gordie Downie, died in 2017 from brain cancer. The other founding member of the band is Gord Sinclair, famously leading to Canadian comic Rick Mercer (our John Stewart) opining that 'what could be more Canadian than a band with not one but two guys named Gord?'
So those two elements are key in the wolf being Canadianized with Kane. Also, 'Diefenbaker' would have been a little too on the nose.
There is also a third reason, but that will have to wait until the wolf's true origins are revealed.