unbr8kable | IC Inbox

hurricane: u mind if we do dorm?
hurricane: ur plc or mine, either way

Nemesis!:
Nemesis!: yah come here door and windwos open

hurricane: brt

[And sure enough, a few minutes later there's a tapping at her window]

[It is indeed open, and he is welcome to climb on in. The curtains around the window seat are pulled open, and she is lounging casually ("casually") on the other end of the window seat, waiting for him]

[It takes a bit of doing to get in - he came down from the rooftop, and yanks the rope and grappling hook in after himself - but he's bendy and has good balance, so it doesn't take him long]

...hey.

[She watches him, more to see how he's moving (apparent mood? injuries?) than just watching the way he moves (even if she does notice this too, sorry)]

How you doing?

[He's been healed up, so there's nothing visible - except a little bit of blood on his shirt collar, but that's hardly anything. He's moving like he's a little tired, though, and his eyes are a little worried, behind the smile]

[He also has golden retriever ears]

I'm okay. There's a bunch of em, but they're easy to take out.

They been giving you any trouble?

Nah... Nothing was going on when I went out. Guess I picked the wrong time to take a nap. Though you look like you could use one...

S'been kinda a busy day.

[He reaches up to shut the window after him]

...anyways, Intensity had more info than I wanted to text.

Oh yeah? What'd he do?

Saw ground zero, apparently.

He said it's a summoning gone wrong.

And they bitched about us... What were they trying to summon?

Stuff from the hell they knew, sounds like.

Only, stead of getting what they wanted, they got these things. Intensity says there's thousands of em.