Just how did Micael always know the buttons to press to piss Gin off? The shapeshifter groaned inwardly, shaking his head a bit as he stood by the door, slipping his boots on while the other end of the phone was lively with the others chattering. He was quiet for a couple of moments before he finally decided to speak up, a thought popping into his head. "Yeah, I heard all about that. Good times, eh?" He somehow managed to restrain himself from sighing loudly in sudden irritation, his tone remaining rather flat and even as he continued to speak.

"I sort of figured you'd want to know the Necromancer is after her too. To the point he had some flaky-ass human hold us at gunpoint for my ticket. Nearly got everyone's favorite killed, and while that is much better for him, not so much for the rest of us." Gin started, slowly setting down a bit of bait to see if Micael would take it. Though the city probably didn't need a huge battle between two powerful creatures during the midst of the war, Gin really couldn't find himself to care. He had to keep Effy safe, and he knew Micael wouldn't kill Effy... at least not right off the bat, he'd go after those close to her first. "She is pretty shaken up about the whole thing. Do you think it would be alright if we hid out in your part of town for a bit? Just until it calms down some? I figured I'd ask instead of just throwing trouble onto your doorstep. If you agree I wouldn't mind helping you with that little rat problem you have going on. And hell, we might even invite you over for dinner!"

Gin's house was located on the far side of town, just a mere few blocks into Micael's 'territory'. He rarely ever visited the place, and usually never slept there or anything else... but it was the perfect place to hide. No one but Micael himself knew of its location, as it was Micael who pointed Gin to the house. He was never sure why the aggravating and slightly terrifying man had done so, but then again, it could have just been to keep an eye on a potential useful object.