A Headache
Yes, I do still exist.
Setting: Between 'Strange Humour' and 'The Magick of Filght'
Tittle: A Headache
Head throbbing, all Ripper could hear was a constant, ear-splitting wail. Glaring ineffectually at the rest of the circle who were standing around the edges of the barrier, he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“‘It’ll be easy money’ he says. Simple.”
“Sounded easy enough when I met the guy,” Randal grumbled.
“Someone, do me a favour. Next time someone wants a bunch of Banshee-si demons corralled, remind me of this.”
“Yeah, not like we’re even getting paid,” Ethan cut in, looking at an arm; all that remained of the bugger who’d come to collect the beasts.
Setting: Between 'Strange Humour' and 'The Magick of Filght'
Tittle: A Headache
Head throbbing, all Ripper could hear was a constant, ear-splitting wail. Glaring ineffectually at the rest of the circle who were standing around the edges of the barrier, he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“‘It’ll be easy money’ he says. Simple.”
“Sounded easy enough when I met the guy,” Randal grumbled.
“Someone, do me a favour. Next time someone wants a bunch of Banshee-si demons corralled, remind me of this.”
“Yeah, not like we’re even getting paid,” Ethan cut in, looking at an arm; all that remained of the bugger who’d come to collect the beasts.