Location: Haven, Strange Academy Grimoire: Skills: Current Outfit
Rohan finished off his coffee, savoring the rich acidic flavor like the coffee snob he was at heart. He contemplated flagging Alfonso down for another round, but the taste was sharp enough he didn’t want to push it. And, more importantly, the drugs were starting to work on everyone. Over across the bar, he noticed Connie was talking someone through the experience they were having. Something about corpses, though he wasn’t paying too much attention from this distance. He sat the mug down on a coaster, and picked up the candy Barty offered. He trusted Barty knew better than to trick him, and give him a reason to stay out of the Haven.
It tasted nice.
Rohan tried not to pay attention to Cal as he got busy with Finley. Though, that was pretty damn difficult when Root bristled on his shoulder, and the man broke out into his dragon form. He drummed his fingers over the haft of his magic staff, Barty was right about them not lasting long. He would’ve assumed Callaghan might’ve held out longer.
”And there it is,” He commented, around a piece of green candy.
Rohan glanced down at the shadowy animals, and one perceptive enough might swear his eyes darkened. If he had a nickel for every otherworldly beast he encountered... No, that was the other half of him talking. They seemed strange, but what at this school wasn't? They appeared to just be snooping around like house animals did.
"Maybe it's stick time," He said to Annika. "He can probably sort that out on his own... Probably. Wouldn't want him to set me on fire"
Location: Contest of Champions Gear: Skills: Battlefield Manipulation
Danni took to the air and put the tanks in timeout with a flaming dome. That was useful for one of them, at least. She slipped in the mud April created, as the ground shook and everything rippled. Being the resident rock-manipulator, Leah felt just how powerful that tremor was. It was easy to think of stone as brittle and unmoving, but on the scale of a place as big as the arena, it was like trying to bend metal. Sturdy, but not impossible. It resisted and contorted back, it took millennia to move permanently. She stumbled and felt the mud get in her hair. That was gonna be a bitch to get out.
"That's my trick, you arrogant fuck!" She shouted, digging her hands deep into the mud and making fists. The arena once again thrummed once, twice and thrice. A pulse of seismic activity, localized entirely inside Danni's dome of fire to slow those bastards down. America, she wasn't too concerned about, since she'd just teleport. But Hulkling wasn't so lucky- It broke them up and hopefully isolated them.
She noticed she wasn't the only one staggered like this. Andy, Kate and Patriot were down too, but they'd probably get back up. That invisible bitch had to be locked down somehow. So she swung her fists up in an uppercut motion, and dragged a sizeable chunk of the mud towards her. The sand in the water writhed, she could feel it coming loose. Most of it was still flowing freely, April's work wasn't for nothing. It rolled off of Kate while she was on the floor, but most of it came away from Andy's vicinity, too. And some of it stopped right as it landed over Patriot, and the ground caved in. Their leader was trapped halfway in cold mud, immobilized for the moment.
Having environmental hazards was great, it was most of her use in a fight. But not when it bit them back in the ass.
Annika smirked at Rohan’s warning about the drugs. ”Oh, they can’t be any worse than what I went through during my spirit walk,” Annika declared. She pulled out a green candy, Rohan’s favourite colour, and turned to offer it to the gentleman.
Pink bubbles caught her attention briefly, and Annika turned to look at Jake. Her eyebrows crinkled as she looked at the man who couldn’t seem to stop the onslaught of bubbles. Okay. Maybe this would be a little different from going on a spirit walk.
Annika refocused on Rohan and offered him the candy. ”Wanna play the game with us, Rohan?”
”I think I’m gonna pass on the drugs. The last time a bowl of magic candy was passed around, someone got set on fire.” Rohan gave Jake the side-eye. Bubbles coming out of someone’s mouth wasn’t exactly the weirdest thing that could’ve happened.
”I’ll offer it to you though, if you want.”
”Hmm, did they die?” Annika asked, still holding the candy out to Rohan.
He rested the Mountain Scepter against his shoulder, and took the little green candy and held it up to the light, as if he could predict what it would do when consumed. ”Depends on your definition of dying. Lots of people come here, not all of them die the same way as you or me. Knew a guy once, he was basically a ghost that got stuck in his own body in a way that meant he wasn’t just a zombie. Don’t know what happened to whoever got burnt.”
”That sort of existential talk is better reserved for when you are high with someone,” Annika noted. ”So, you should take that and offer me one,” she said, smiling happily.
”Nah, you can have this one. Catch.” Rohan flicked it into the air like a coin. ”I don’t just keep this stick around for getting in. The brothers who run this place love messing with heads.”
Annika managed to catch the candy. She examined it before frowning a little. ”But it’s more fun if everyone participates. And the twins seemed adamant that everyone should,” she said, offering the candy back.
Accepting it back into one hand, Rohan took a long and slow sip from his coffee, contemplating how best to explain how he felt about this. ”I like the twins, I respect them. One of them, though…” He nodded his head in Barty’s direction. ”His specialty in magic is the kind that takes the choice out of your hand. He’s an enchanter, and I don’t mean the kind where you make a magic sword. The other one, he’s not so bad about that. I just don’t like having my head played with, especially around this many new people.”
Annika looked over at Barty after Rohan pointed him out. There wasn’t a lot Annika actually knew about the twins. She wouldn’t say she exactly trusted them, but she didn’t not trust them either. She had grown up knowing to keep a healthy distance from people until she could understand them better, but the point of this night was to have fun.
”That’s understandable, but a lot of us have already taken it,” she said, gesturing around to the others. ”It would be more uncomfortable for the rest of us if you didn’t take it. It would be like we’re being judged. Besides, you might just get really tired and fall asleep. You might not even spit out pink bubbles.”
Rohan just grinned. ”You see a lot, going to a school like this. If being judgemental got us anywhere, we’d all be a lot more cold. Besides, having my own thoughts clear makes it easier to clear someone else’s, if they have a bad reaction. You see this big guy, over there at the counter?” He nudged the mug in Cal’s direction.
”I’m thinking he’s about to set something on fire without thinking about it.”
Annika glanced around to see Callaghan still all over the one girl, and was that… a claw? Annika frowned and leaned back to look at Rohan. ”Promise not to judge then?”
Willow spoke up then, offering Annika a candy. The same colour that Annika was trying to get Rohan to take. She took it from Willow, smiling, and looked back at Rohan. ”No judging,” she reminded him.
”Don’t worry, that’s not who I am.” He took another sip. ”We’re all friends, here.”
Leah didn’t expect them to actually surrender. That was just her attempt at a mind game, but she’d take an easy win. The whole stadium blew up, people cheered and she could’ve sworn she saw someone rip their shirt off to reveal somebody’s face painted over their stomach. All that was left was to do what they came here to do; Beat the brakes off of a bunch of nepobabies. But they needed a real strategy first. It was a lot of noise, she wasn’t able to think about it with all the commotion.
After they were all done with that nonsense for the day, Leah looked for Dorian, finding him when they’d all left.
”Dorian. Can we talk? About the Contest?”
Dorian was sat in his room alone for the moment. Hovering upside down as if he was laying down with his back towards the ceiling midway between his bed in the air. There was a tablet in his hand, the sounds of a fight could be heard slightly before he paused and flipped over to face the right way up, looking at Leah. ”Uh, yeah…what's up?” He asked as he lowered his hover down until he sat firmly on his bed.
”Earlier today, we barely won. Everyone did great, but we can’t risk that kind of thing happening again. And you were doing pretty good leading some of us earlier… We need to plan for tomorrow.”
Dorian was a bit…surprised. He hadn't expected Leah to come to him to strategize. If he were being honest with himself, he figured she proffered to just rush ahead and bulldoze what lay in her way. He blinked, before holding the tablet up so she could see the screen. The pause icon dead center as the recording was mid attack from Hulking rushing towards another combatant. The footage was marked 2036, 2 years prior yet it was the start of the Young Avengers' rise to fame. ”I assume it was most everyone's first time doin’ combat like t'is. It' s not exactly surprisin’ t'at some reacted ‘ow t'ey did. I t'ink Beanie forgot ‘er sword, from just ‘ow much was ‘appenin’ April was spread too t'in and well frankly t'e ‘ex Girls were a well oiled machine till t'e end. By all accounts we could've lost much sooner t'an we ‘ad wit’ t'em.” Dorian placed the tablet beside him on the bed. ”It's why I spent all night studyin’ t'em or what footage I could get of t'em. Same with YA, ‘cept I've been followin’ t'eir movements for much longer. Used to want to be one of t'em…”
”Yeah… We’re three teams that were going to be fighting each other, and suddenly everything happened.” Leah took a couple steps inside. ”Before Arcade, it was me and Vicky doing the strategy for our team, and that was a pain when our team had Zari on it. And now Vicky’s out, so… Yeah.”
”Vicky's not a bad call, she can run analysis all she wants on compiled videos and footage of fights to ‘elp devise a strategy, but she isn't good at reading people or emotions which can matter a lot in a fight. You seem more apt for t'at if I'm ‘onest. Like watchin’ an animal give off signs you know when to back off or press forward. But t'at's not why we are goin' to win tomorrow. We'll strategize and watch as much footage as needed to figure out t'eir tells…but in t'e end we'll win because we ‘ave to. Somet'in ‘as clearly ‘appended to Poisson-Pas, t'e school doesn't seem to be ‘andlin’ it at all and t'e only ot'er person who would is also missin’. We need to win tomorrow. Because whatever we may face down t'e road wont be nearly as nice as t'e YA team will be.”
Well, that definitely wasn’t ominous as fuck.
”I still don’t think he’s dead… Time cop who didn’t see something coming? No. Who else went missing?” She asked.
Dorian pursed his lips. Right. He still hadn't spoken about…everything. What he'd seen, what he'd grown to know. But how to obfuscate it? ”Nimue was ‘is friend and colleague as well as a coach for your team wasn't she? She's missin’ t'e same time Poisson-Pas is? T'at can't be a coincidence.” Especially after he'd seen her within the same visions he'd seen Nemo in back in the Astral Plane.
”My coach was Usagi. We saw how that worked out. The most I ever talked with Nimue was when that Halloween thing happened and I killed a giant wolf monster. Didn’t know her that well. She was from Otherworld, right? You’re right, that’s not a coincidence.”
”She is.” Dorian replied. He held his hand out towards his gaming chair, attempting to beckon it but it didn't budge. He was tired from today's fight and really should be relaxing more. Dorian grabbed a journal that had a bunch of stickers slapped across the front. Various fan made stickers amongst official merchandising ones for his favorite hero teams or hero's in general. There was quite a few Spider-Man ones, including one of him hanging upside down on a singular thread that ran right down the front and center of his journal and stopped about three quarters down. He opened it up and began to thumb through it quickly with one hand as he patted a space on his bed for Leah to join. Stopping at a page that had a sketch of Wiccan with his cloak up, shadows covering half his face. Several notes were written down around the image, all about powers, gestures, positioning. ”So you want to talk strat?”
”Yeah.” She sat down by him, sweeping her hair to the other side so she didn’t turn his arm into pulp. ”...Chaos wizard. Shut him up and he can’t cast, right?”
”Basically. Billy needs to speak in order to cast his spells. He used to same them in triplicate but it seems he's been able to cast faster now than he could 2 years ago. Then again that just comes with practice I suppose. The difficult part is going to be getting to him. Teddy won't make that easy and neither will Tommy.”
”I can think of at least two ways to fix that. Shove sand in his mouth until he’s too busy breathing to speak, or just bury him.”
”Sounds like a good way to get Teddy's attention if you ask me.” Dorian replied as he flipped over a few pages to Teddy's. ”Our priority may need to be disabling t’eir team first beyond Billy. Takin’ away and breakin’ Kate's bow, breakin’ t’e string itself may not matter as she probably carries extra bowstrin’ wit’ ‘er for such occasions. If we can get one of ‘er trick arrows t’at could slow down or impede Tommy's movement, ‘ell even you messing wit’ t'e terrain to make it sand or something to ‘elp slow ‘im down t’at would ‘elp. America is a stronger version of Perce, and if we are lookin' to remove someone first it should be Eli. ‘E's t'eir strategy and tactics man and gettin’ ‘im out is likely to ‘elp destabilize t'em long enough to allow us to break t'eir ranks a bit.”
That made sense. Without a leader, they just had to autopilot. Their team did that against the Hex Girls, and it was a shaky victory at best. ”I might be able to grab two, maybe three of them at once. I can definitely handle scrapping with their heavy hitters, but doing both wouldn’t be easy. A distraction with my powers can open up space for Andy or Percy to get behind them.”
”I t'ink a good openin’ move would be to change t'e terrain. Make it ‘ard for Tommy to move and ‘arder for t'e rest of ‘em to move too. Percy can taxi if need be and im sure you could solidify it beneath you as you run to em. Billy may attempt to combat you on it to change terrain back wit’ ‘is magic but…” Dorian shrugged. ”Bean can use ‘er sword to protect April in t'e back lines as t'ey eit'er attack or protect. If you do take on one of t'e ‘easy ‘itters I'd recommend Teddy. America's portals may make it difficult for your style of fighting.”
[color=ffcb00]”That’s not a bad idea. It’d be more work on Percy, but he can probably manage it… I guarantee there’s some way of using those portals against America. What if someone just tossed a boulder through them? A [i]flaming[/i boulder, maybe?”[/color]
”It's possible, but if she closes t'ose portals immediately t'en it's not possible. But if she tries to punch you t'rough one try and grab t'e edges of t'e portal to keep you wit’ us. Don't need you goin' to anot'er universe mid fight.”
”…Yeah. Bad way to lose. We couldn’t just throw her through her own portals? Well, she’d probably come right back.” America was bound to be tricky. Leah made a mental note to keep an eye on her. ”Wait. What if you possess her and banish her teammates?”
”I could try, but it'll be tricky wit’ Billy on deck. T'ere is a chance ‘is magic could kick me out of ‘er body.”
”We could set up a distraction. A sandstorm, maybe April turns it into a mudslide with me… Just cause chaos and grab someone in the middle of it to draw their attention, so no one notices you slip away. If we’re taking their leader out first, most of them will want to protect him, I think. They might not notice you vanish.”
”Actually, t'at could work. Makin’ a storm to distract from my absence could ‘elp in takin’ over someone. Maybe even Teddy. T'ough America is also a good Candidate or Tommy. Tommy would be ‘arder to pin down wit’ magic maybe if I can keep up t'e speed.”
”Whoever you think you can grab to cause the biggest shake-up,” Leah nodded. ”Whoever you don't, Sabine can focus on and turn against them. America and Wiccan both fighting their own people might just scare the shit out of them, especially if we can get their leader first. They’ll wonder which one is you and which one isn’t.”
”Chère, gettin’ Wiccan…t'at'd be ‘uge. Usin’ ‘is magic to make a secondary team of YA out of illusions? Make em all guess who's friend an who's foe.”
Leah gave Dorian the biggest What the fuck? look. ”Fuck, that’s a good one. If we get even slightly lucky, we just barely have to fight them ourselves. I mean, shit, we pushed the support on our team way too hard and I was thinking we needed to fix that. That’d be a perfect way to outlast them.”
”I'm not just a cute face with an adorable personality.” Dorian said, punctuating his statement with a cute pose and finger heart.
She didn’t think he was that cute. Not really.
”Right, sure. Okay… We should go ask the others what they think. Danni’s probably got plenty of things to say and we really need to see how the supports feel about this.” Leah stood up. ”Can’t lean on them too much.”
Dorian snapped his journal shut, pushing away Leah's less than enthusiastic answer about how cute he was and focusing more on what she had suggested. "Finally, a team meeting. Let's go see the rest of Excelsior!"
Leah Jordan
Location: Contest of Champions Gear: Skills: Battlefield Manipulation / Area Denial
Bang!
A strike to the jaw, and a few more swipes left Leah further back than the front, on the ground with two of the Young Avengers' teammates focusing her. Leah rolled to one foot in a kneeling position, already on the defensive. It shouldn't have surprised her, but why would they gang up on one? Everyone had a plan until they got hit in the face, but Leah was a strategist. And more importantly, so was Dorian. Leah was tough, literally having rocks for skin (at least, it seemed like stone) and an obscene lack of chill. It was smart to attack her first, but devoting two of their three heaviest hitters to a tank? With this team? Bad call.
Both hands placed flat on the ground, she smiled. A wicked, bronze glint of light shone in her eyes as she glanced up at Hulkling and America.
"You know what the problem is, with being in the spotlight for year?" She asked them.
Leah drummed her hands against the ground. A thick layer of dust kicked up about ankle-high around the Young Avengers, and two long walls of sandy stone rose up high into the air. Wiccan and Kate were standing within those two walls, confining where the archer and the wizard could see. And to prevent them from quickly getting away, two equally tall pillars reached up.
She was confident Dorian could use that, if he really wanted to fuck over Wiccan.
"We have years of data, thanks to that." Leah dragged herself up to her feet, cracking her jaw with an audible snap and raising her fists into a defensive stance. "And you vainglorious nepo-babies just made a huge mistake. So come on, keep fighting me."
Maybe it would mess with them, or maybe they'd stay focused on her. Either way, Leah didn't need to be in the middle of things to influence the battlefield. Two tanks on one, when most of her team didn't have the sturdiness to take those hits? Yeah, she'd take that any day of the week if it meant her team had less heat on them.
Idk if we're going back to held rolls (ignore this if not) as well but if we are: Wanna make the ground under Hulkling's feet behave like quicksand via Battlefield Manipulation.
”Alright. Good. And tell your asshole teammates that the next time they try and fuck with my head before the fight starts, they better make it work,” She told them. "Your magic isn't shit."
With that, she turned and walked away from them, to where the doors split open. Leah felt... Happy? No, not exactly. Her stake in all of this wasn't quite personal enough, she felt confident she could be a hero after this without all the ridiculous crowds and bloodsport. Winning just meant it was easier. But still, her team fucking earned this victory. It didn't surprise her that much, after all. Their first mistake was-
Oh, what the hell...
"WE FUCKING WON!"
Leah was going to put on some stoic bitch-face and act like she didn't care, but it turned out that she did. She stormed over towards Andy and Dorian, throwing arms around both of them without any regard for personal space. "That. THAT is how you kick ass! I KNEW you guys were going to do it! Those brats aren't going to have a chance against us!" Her heart felt like it was scrambling to rip itself free from her chest, she felt goddamn invincible right now! Like a dog that found a stick it could swing around for hours and not get bored of it. They almost lost a fight against a bunch of cheating, no-good wizards who cheated! Cheated!
And they still fucking lost!
Yeah, this wasn't happiness. This was pride.
"Let's go find the others. They worked their asses off, holy shit- Now I know how Danni feels."
Location: Haven, Strange Academy Grimoire: Skills: Current Outfit
Rohan accepted the coffee from Alfonse with just a grateful nod, intrigued by where this coffee had some from. He might not have been a hedonist like a few others gathered here tonight, but he did enjoy a few comforts of his own. Then he elaborated on his story a bit more for the rather big looking woman with the moth accompanying her.
He'd seen stranger before.
"That's right. A small box made just right for something immaterial. Different for each case, usually, but once they're stuck inside, it's tough to get them out. For him-" He tilted his head in Root's direction. "It just had to be temporary. They're like bear traps for ghosts and wraiths and all the other things you can't swing a spear at. When I had the chance, I unbound him and put him in a wooden statue of an owl. That way, he could always move and fly. He's as close to alive now as he'll ever get. He decided to stick with me after."
Root ruffled his wooden wings. He wasn't very talkative... Conjuring up ancestors sounded interesting. Was she some sort of necromancer? A summoner of other things, perhaps? Descendents implied something else altogether, and Rohan figured they weren't going to be talking about that with the way drugs came out. Not that he was surprised. Rohan brought the cup to his mouth and took a long, slow sip. It was rich. Smooth as river stones, warm like a fireplace. A grin spread over his face. "Great as always, Alfonse."
He glanced down the bar and saw a bowl of candies. Callaghan getting busy with the other patrons that quick wasn't a surprise to him. That mandragon would fuck furniture and the walls if they had a pulse. Rohan wasn't much for the sort of indulgences that altered the mind. That little display with Finley and Barty was why.
"Green. Be careful with those, whatever they are. I keep a magic stick around just for things like that." He tapped his fingers against the Mountain Scepter. Far be it from him to begrudge someone their vices when he was drinking the fanciest coffee on God's green earth right now.
Location: Haven, Strange Academy Grimoire: Skills: Current Outfit
Root crawled up and out of the satchel at Rohan's side, fluttering up onto his shoulder. The little wooden creature knew this place, and much like a cat around familiar people, it didn't matter that there were a lot of them. He nestled there and glanced around the Haven. If animals could have facial expressions comparable to humans, his might've been disinterest or boredom. He was content to just sit there until his master had a task for him. He craned his neck around and fixed a statue-still look at Annika.
The owl creaked. At Annika. His beak opened, and the sound of trees came out, not the sound of an animal.
Rohan didn't understand the language she just spoke to him in. For all he knew, his familiar could have- He chose an owl for more reasons than one. His fingered drummed across the staff he leaned against, thinking for a moment. How much should he say to someone new? Well, they were going to work together tomorrow.
"Hello, hello. I'm pretty sure no one's ever asked that question. Well, I was... Somewhere far away." He started off cryptic. "Had places to be, going through the woods one day. I stopped to rest on a hill, and I found a Scops owl in a scuffle with a monster. I killed it, and it turned out the owl was still alive. Just barely."
The owl on his shoulder didn't look like it was ever really alive. When it sat still long enough, it looked more like a carved piece of wood than something that was animated. "I tried to help it, but it was in pretty rough shape. It wasn't the kind of wound you could just bandage up and tend to later. I stuck with him for... I think it was two, maybe three hours. We stayed moving, I figured that maybe I'd find something that could work better than pitch. Didn't get that lucky. I might've just let him go sleep under a tree, but he was feisty. He wasn't about to go quietly. So I found a dead tree and made what I call a Spirit Hallow- Something to keep his soul in this world after he decayed."
Location: Haven, Strange Academy Grimoire: Skills: Current Outfit
Rohan very intentionally said nothing about the moth girl smacking face-first into a suit of armor. Distractions weren't conducive to walking into the Neverish. At the mention of the more trusted people, he took a step forward towards the magic painting and took the cue. He'd been in here plenty of times, it wasn't a bad idea to demonstrate.
"It doesn't bite," He told some of them. He omitted the "unless you ask nicely" part.
Rohan thumped the ground before him with the staff he carried, the protective magic within it and the wrong magic of its wielder were well-known to the the Haven's magical bouncer. "Don't be afraid, that'll get you tossed off the path." And with that, he walked through. It was nice to be back in here, the Haven was, as its name suggested, somewhere he felt reasonably safe. Despite his... Reservations about the hedonistic brothers, it was quite the work of magic to make a whole pocket realm within another pocket realm. And a place to retreat to was never going to be ignored by someone like him.
The smell of smoke and human food, the warmth of a restful fire. The people. It put a grin on his face.
"Alright, old man..." Rohan stayed by the door, stepping out of the way and lingering near Barty. He leaned an arm over his staff, keeping an eye out in case one of the newer students took a while to get in. "What do you think? I give it an hour before any of them black out under the bar."
One of those punches got Leah in the face, and it got on her nerve. It was just three versus most of their whole team left, even if they were individually pretty good fighters, they field was stacked against them. They were breaking down, losing their composure. Leah could tell just by the way Tatiana swung those fists, to say nothing of how she was shouting for help. She strode forward, balancing all her weight on one foot and then she jumped. Leah's other foot planted itself right into Tatiana's stomach, just as she landed back on the ground again. She almost knocked the damn wizard bitch out cold, but it seemed she had a bit more fight in her than that.
"You asked for this, you know. If you don't want your asses kicked harder, just surrender now. We've got you surrounded, you're not winning."
Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy Grimoire: Skills: Current Outfit
With everyone having gone all out to look fancy enough for a high-class TV show, Rohan rolled up to the entrance into the Haven looking rather underdressed by comparison. He sported some muted colors of green and brown, with a cargo jacket thrown over a flannel shirt, thrown over a sweater. It was the nicest fit he could put together, he even patched the hole in the flannel last week. The Haven was a good place for something so high class and fanciful, the witch brothers knew where to find the good caffeine.
Slung over Rohan’s shoulder was a leather satchel, where his familiar slept. The woody creature was nestled in there with all the other things he habitually carried with him, everywhere he went. And in one hand rested a staff held upright against the ground, Rohan’s Mountain Scepter. It gave off a faint, warm aura of magic, a clear sign it was no ordinary stick. Rohan always had this thing with him in there. He trusted that the owners were able to handle their own problems if someone broke the rules, but he like being sure he could handle a problem himself too, if someone got a bit antsy or tried a spell on him.
And, of course, it certainly helped if someone’s drink sat poorly with them.
He saw Connie, who had different roommates and a different coven this year. This was a good chance to catch up.
”It’s nice being back,” He said, when she walked up to him. ”I’ve got the man-dragon who forgot how shirts work,” He gestured to Cal and his transparent fit. ”And someone new. She seemed excited. She seemed happy to be here.”
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