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Rune had a problem. It was called alcohol. From being bounced off the gates of northern fairyland, to having  a magic killing, evil artifact in his flat, to his sister now refusing to answer his calls until he “Didn’t reek of booze.” he was so deep in the glass the bottom had a eviction order. Somewhere, a Demon older than mankind itself was sitting on the magic equivalent to a nuclear bomb. But he had an inkling something else was going on. Otto sat next to him at the bar, staring at his own glass. He wasn’t drunk however, just contemplative.

“You know.” Otto spoke up, He was in his human form. Even so he was a hulking beast of a man.

[color=00aeef]“Yeah?”[/color] Rune sweeped the last of the beer and made a grimace. Americans were terrible at macro beer. 

“We need more allies.” Otto said matter of fact.

[color=00aeef]“No shit fluffy.”[/color] Rune snapped, ordering another beer. It may be shitty, but it was cheap. 

“...What did you call me?” Otto pivoted to stare at his compatriot, none to please.

[color=00aeef]“Fluffy. You turn into a giant glorified dog.”[/color] Rune said dismissively.

“Wolf” All but bristled as he corrected Rune. Rune was unphased.

[color=00aeef]“Angry feral German Shepherd crossed with a one of those asian, fluffy dogs.”[/color]

“That cuts deep my friend” Otto muttered.

[color=00aeef]“Yeah well. I am drunk.”[/color]

“So you are. By choice, it does not exempt your other, terrible choices.”

[color=00aeef]“So what is this about allies. We got you, me, a girl barely out of her teens with a magic sword and some sort of alien t-rex… Who else?”[/color]

“That’s about it, really.” Otto said as both men stared at their glasses, a look of defeat on both men. 

[color=00aeef]“Yeah, we need allies alright. Any idea where we can conscript anyone?”[/color] Rune pushed his glass away.

“Actually..We could ask the Agency. Even if you aren’t registered.” Otto began but Rune all but spat when he broke that line of thinking down in the most eloquent of ways. 

[color=00aeef]“Forget the Agency. Bunch of pampered pencil peckered paper pushing ponsies.”[/color] He said the last part with such vigor and spite you could practically taste his disgust. 

“And armed agents with guns and shit.” Otto argued.

[color=00aeef]“Unless they all pack witch killers, we leave them out of this.”[/color] Rune shot back, he did not want to involve the goverment. America was run by idiots he had decided long ago. And all his encounters with the agency only cemented that belief.

“Fine. You burned bridges with half the local community ages ago Rune, and the other half are all registered. Our best shot is finding someone to new and doe eyed enough not to realize what a rotten creature you are.” Otto looked up, something dawning on him, Rune could tell. He began to ponder some idea, and by the look of it he needed a little prodding

[color=00aeef]“...Got a name for me or are you just sweet talking me?”[/color] Rune inquired.

“Benjamin. A newfangled Werewolf. I heard there was some unusual spikes on the night of The Soulstones creation. A lot of hurried transformations, awakenings and similar things.” Otto said with a grimace. 

[color=00aeef]“Yeah, well, that is why I don’t fuck with Leylines. So this werewolf, is he the European breed, you know, the weak to silver, capable of shredding a car kind?”[/color] Rune raised a eyebrow. He had not dealt with a European Werewolf in ages.

“Better, he is the American breed.”[/color] Otto said as he swept the last of his drink. Runes eyes opened a little wider, a smile on his lips. This was good news.

[color=6ecff6]“...Aren’t they capable of sniffing out magic?”[/color] He asked, now feeling the first spark of excitement.

“Mhm.” Otto grinned.

[color=00aeef]“Well shit.”[/color] Rune closed his eyes and and concentrated. Suddenly a flare of magic burned all the alcohol out of his body and his eyes and mind cleared as the rush of pure power out muscled any old beer he might be fond of swiveling. “Let’s go talk to this Ben fellow”