27th Resurrection

[sanctusdei]

[Theo Crawford is not worried about a damned thing. The Soviet runaway has kept his nose out of their home, and so far, the same can be said for Grady and the hazmats. During the last few days he's been seen around the yard of his home on Brady Lane, with spellbooks and components, jars and bottles of all different materials, reinforcing the

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[shoeofbaileys]

[Hey there Theo. There's a green skinned man sitting down in your yard, just staring at you for the moment. He isn't speaking, or moving, just sitting in a frog-like squat and looking at you.]

[sanctusdei]

[Looks up from his book... and is surprised to see someone there. You're lucky those defense spells aren't currently active, Old Gregg.

He stares at you a moment. Wtf is this shit.]

Who the hell are you.

[shoeofbaileys]

[Oh, bad question, Theo.]

I'M OLD GREGG!!

[sanctusdei]

[Blinkblink

FROWN]

...Get off my lawn.

[shoeofbaileys]

Maybe Old Gregg don't wanna. No sir. You look interesting. Old Gregg wanna talk, yes sir.

[sanctusdei]

Maybe I could roast you where you stand with this spell I just got done reading, too.

[shoeofbaileys]

...You a witch?

[sanctusdei]

That's a dirty word where I come from. You can call me anything but that, thanks.

[shoeofbaileys]

Well you do magic and hoo-doo, don't ya? That makes you a witch, motherlicker.

[sanctusdei]

.........

You've got ten seconds to get out of here before I blast you sky-high.

Ten. [He starts flipping through his book.]

[shoeofbaileys]

You ever set a dog on fire?

[sanctusdei]

No.

Nine.