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[ ... only instead of walking, it was really more like Neal was dropped in. Violently. On one of the tables.
Bo had just gotten back to the Dahl to check in with Trick after a long night of dealing with a case. She was tired, she was really in need of a drink, and the last thing she's expecting is a blinding flash of green light that forces her to look away, and a loud thunk! from the other end of the room.
Entirely prepared for this to be a Fae thing, her hand immediately went to the dagger on her thigh. The grip slides into her hand easily and she grits her teeth before she shouts into the light.]
Whoever you are, I'm really not in the mood.
[please don't be a seven foot tall ogre or something.]
Bo had just gotten back to the Dahl to check in with Trick after a long night of dealing with a case. She was tired, she was really in need of a drink, and the last thing she's expecting is a blinding flash of green light that forces her to look away, and a loud thunk! from the other end of the room.
Entirely prepared for this to be a Fae thing, her hand immediately went to the dagger on her thigh. The grip slides into her hand easily and she grits her teeth before she shouts into the light.]
Whoever you are, I'm really not in the mood.
[please don't be a seven foot tall ogre or something.]
