Magic Box, Sunday, 04/09
Anders was still tired. Still sorting out everything he felt about the destruction in Limbo City two days before.
So when he'd woken up the morning before and the first words out of his mouth were an aria about about his brand of toothpaste, he promptly decided to spend the day watching TV in his room. He'd rather not spill his emotions all over anyone he happened to come across, let alone in song form.
But that danger seemed to have passed, so here he was at work. He'd pulled all the books off his shelves that seemed like they might have anything to do with Nephilim and was steadily paging through them. He wanted to understand the powers he'd seen from Dante -- and more than that, he wanted to be prepared if Vergil turned up again.
[OOC: Open shop/post!]
So when he'd woken up the morning before and the first words out of his mouth were an aria about about his brand of toothpaste, he promptly decided to spend the day watching TV in his room. He'd rather not spill his emotions all over anyone he happened to come across, let alone in song form.
But that danger seemed to have passed, so here he was at work. He'd pulled all the books off his shelves that seemed like they might have anything to do with Nephilim and was steadily paging through them. He wanted to understand the powers he'd seen from Dante -- and more than that, he wanted to be prepared if Vergil turned up again.
[OOC: Open shop/post!]