#kc_necropolis

"I don't know what you call it, man. I just know what I know, is all." Comfortably* "Leave the world-saving and universe-ruling shit to others, right? I got my music, I got the trees, I got my little sis, the rest of the family. I'm cool." *Smiling

"And my garden, man. Can't forget that."

Your insane, veggie-growing garden, right. He grins. I trust you. I don't... do this shit lightly. So please. Don't do anything to mess that up, yeah?

"Don't do what lightly, man? Trust?" His grin shifts, becoming uncertain* "That's messed up, man, and like, I'm sorry to hear that, if it's true."

"I'm doing my best, man, believe me. It's not easy."

Yeah. He leans up. When you can see all possible futures it's hard.

"Man, if I could give you blinders, I would." Sincerely. He doesn't ask, but he is watching Nick's face, now, blue eyes fixed on it* "Did you put your ass on the line to get me in there?"

Yeah, he mutters.

"So tell me, man. What should I do?"

"This is like, the closest I'm coming, man, to asking you what you see, you know?"

You should do you, he murmurs. But if something's coming after you. Y'have to say.

"If there is, I don't know about it. And that's the truth, man. How's that?"

"Unless it's the Jackass, anyway."

That's... better than nothing, he says idly. He's not after you. He literally treats EVERYone that way.

"I know that. But, like, if I'm more than you think, you know. He might. Right?" *He rolls up to sitting, now, reaching again for his blunt "And, man, you can tell him he's full of shit, if you want." A wry grin* "Every addict has an excuse, man. But it's the truth. If I didn't smoke, I'd be harder for you guys to deal with. Moods, you know?"

"Meditation, man, only goes so far, for some people."

I have. A lot. Many times, he says with a grin.

*A grin back, and a headshake "Dude, if you hear it from enough people, maybe it's time to look in a mirror, right? Guy needs an outlet." He finds his lighter, and flicks it on, lighting up. He takes a deep inhale, and gestures with raised eyebrows. A final offer* "No?"

No. It'd put me to sleep, he says with a raise of his chin.

"Right on," He bobs his head in a nod, and takes a second hit, before pinching it out, and stowing it again* "Probably should get back, anyway, before Rain-girl has another nightmare. She's been having those, you know? Helps her, to sing when she comes out of it."

"Man, you have any questions, anything? I owe you, you know."

He leans up, and then cants his head at Luke. Asked what I needed to.

"Right on. Had to ask, you know." He gives a final look over the lake, and something -- again -- makes him smile. It's entirely open; there's no artifice in it* "Have to come here more often, man, now that it's warming up. Won't freeze your balls off." *He rolls up, gathering his pack and the quilt again, then offers a hand down to help Nick up

He does accept that hand, to stand up. Thanks.

He bobs his head, grinning, then starts up the slope back towards the path and picnic area* "Back to the chan....clubhouse?"

Yeah. He does start to walk. I think so. Need to repair my wing.

"Your whatnow?"

Yeah. In that place, all of the traditions have a wing. So does mine.

"Oh, right. I knew that. Going to, like, see if I can start cleaning up the library for you guys. What the hell happened man, a tornado?" *And he's pulling his phone, to call them an Uber

Uhh. More like. Lot of magical effects. All at once. And abandoned.

*He listens, bobs a nod, and agrees "Tornado."

Magical tornado. I put a stasis lock on it so no one could walk in.

"Yeah? Sarah-girl got in. Better tell her to lock it up again."

Not... the Cultist wing.

"Oh. No, library, man. Tornado hit there, too? Damn, man."

Yeah. It's a mess. He watches for the car.

"Mind if I steal some of those -- robo-cleaner things, stick them in the library, let them go to town, man?" *The car was driving back from some odd bar; Shadows? It's a blue Toyota corolla, at least. If it were a hearse, Luke would have cancelled*

Yeah... yeah, that's fine. Like a roomba?

"Yeah. Deathdude says he sticks gum on one to watch the others chase it sometimes? Yeah, one of those."

He gets up as the car pulls over, waiting for Nick, then heading over*

And not a license, either*

He too gets into the back seat, and frowns curiously. Uhh... hey. Sorry. Last Uber I got tried to rob me.