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[hopeless_son]

The clicking of his boots against the deserted street was chilling. Not so much as it should have been but the quiet empty little town somewhere within the deep south was the perfect scene for a horror film. At least that is what Brand pictured as he casually strolled along with hands clasped behind his back. He also wondered if Willow would have

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[justturnedpro]

There was that sense again, but this one was different from her super goody two shoes version. And familiar.

She was still in South America, conserving power when she felt the contact.

She smirked, "You rang?"

[hopeless_son]

"It has been a while since we have last spoke," the Prince says within her head, seeing through her eyes as she could see through his. "Have you found enough powers to start your lessons now my dear?"

[justturnedpro]

"Oh I'm feeling a lot better. Such lovely powerful places around."

Eyeing the remains of another spell, and idly kicked the skull away, watching it bounce down along the stones.

"So my place or yours?"

[hopeless_son]

"Extend your hand and I will come to you- you need to learn these things." Winking at Willow through the card. "I can always return us to here should we decide where you has become...boring."

Which was the truth and one of the good things on being a Living Trump.

[godofshiny]

Mort has been traveling, exploring the world (as much of it as he can see from his prison) and in general pondering the future. So, when he comes upon Brand so close to a reflective surface, he cannot help but say hello.

"Good evening." Comes the dry voice from the windshield.

[hopeless_son]

Inwardly Brand grumbled with the connection almost made to Willow. Raising his other hand he waved it over the card cutting any connection that was about to be made. Emerald eyes turned toward the man who spoke to him, studying carefully before one red brow rose a fraction of an inch. "Good eve," came the level reply.

[godofshiny]

Dull eyes stare out of the reflection, a dull man in a suit staring back. He doesn't seem like much. "That was quite the little ritual you had going there."

[hopeless_son]

"And what," the princling says, "prey tell, do you mean by 'little ritual'." Brows narrow slightly a moment as he turns on the hood of the card to look down at the man who is speaking to him. Reaching out to the spikard he wears he studied it in his mind placing several defensive and offensive spells into position just in case they were needed.