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.

[knowthestakes]

[skittishly skulking around; she hadn't wanted to go outside at all, but her own familiar- the frog currently on her head -demanded at least a brief reconnaissance stroll. When she happens to pass Theo's house, her eyebrows raise.]

You sure you should be drinking at a time like this?

[sanctusdei]

I don't think there's a better time, honestly.

[knowthestakes]

This is a weird thing to celebrate, if that's what you're doing.

[sanctusdei]

Celebrating? No, more like relaxing during all this insanity. No sense losmg my head like everyone else.

[sanctusdei]

A man's home is his castle, correct? And mine's one of the most fortified in town, I'd wager.

[sanctusdei]

I see no reason to provoke them since they've left my house alone so far. But if they try to get in here, I'm blowing them sky-high.

[kinpika]

[Gilgamesh is standing like a fiend in front of his tard by the road. HE'S WAITING FOR SOME GODDAMN HAZMAT PERSON TO SHOW UP.]

...what are you doing, mongrel?

[sanctusdei]

Taking a break.

[kinpika]

What was so difficult that it required you to rest?

[sanctusdei]

Hard? It wasn't hard, but constant spellcasting costs a lot of energy. But now this place is the safest house in town.

[deaths_heritor]

[The woman walking briskly down the street seems to pay very little attention to any white-suited men she may happen to pass. She does, however, slow down as she passes the man sitting calmly outside of his house.]

. . . You.

[sanctusdei]

[Looks up from his book.] What.

[deaths_heritor]

Still haven't recanted your ways, I see.

[sanctusdei]

Exactly WHAT do you have a problem with here?