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“Spiders are spooky,” Grim provided helpfully to the bunny masked person. Rabbit? Hare? Was it disrespectful to say bunny? He still didn’t even know what side they were on, but at least they didn’t seem more aggressive than any other grumpy masked person around this city.

As it was, [i]this[/i] hero stood up now that Wraith was moving around, brushing himself off. Grim’s head tilted to listen to Wraith as he spoke, making a low hum of acknowledgement that rumbled out of his own mask. In truth, it was hard not to think of those rumors and reports of how crazed Wraith was as he spoke. As though he could see the victims, talk to them…

But then again, Grim himself was twisting solidified shadows around his fingers like it was one of those fidget toys. Life was strange. And it seemed even more credible as he spoke out to someone him and the rabbit presumably couldn’t see, going right to a patch of wallpaper that revealed a safe behind it.

Well.

“Not in particular.” Grim glanced to the bunny once more before stepping forth, and the shadows he had been twisting in his hands expanded and solidified into a magicians top hat which he spun around before placing on his head. “However! I do know a little trick or two!”

The shadows that seemed to constantly wisp around Grim’s legs shot up, slithering along his arm as he pressed his palm to the front of the safe. Like liquid they slid from the gloves along the surface, beginning to sink into the thin cracks that made up the door of the safe. The shadows joined what was inside, slithering over the contents like sticky little raccoon hands and submerging the contents into what Grim controlled.

“Nothing in my hat-” The shadowmancer tipped his makeshift magician hat forward, flourishing it. “But look again!” He stepped away from the safe and dropped the hat on the desk. The entire structure of the shadow hat sank like wet sand, slipping off the edges of the desk and merging back with the shadows at Grim’s feet. In its place on the desk was a small array of items. Some money, a gun-

The hospital badge was swiped in an instant, held up to Grim’s face. He studied it intently, the harried looking man… then it disappeared into his sleeve.

“Alakazam! I’m free for autographs anytime.”