>>178888
Say you like being up high.

Tiffany 2010/05/17(Mon)18:07 No. 178901 ID: 426169
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"I was just looking for something to read. Why are you up here?"

>"Grown-up things, Tifchen. Run along now, ja?"

Dad gives Tiff a questioning look.

>"Ah, zere ist ze Garderobe Ich was talking about. You are sure you do not haff ze Schlüssel? Entschuldigen Sie, ze key."

>"No, it's been lost for years."

>"Es ist kein Problem. No matter."

The man pulls something from inside his coat, and points it at the door. A few muttered words later the lock snaps open. He then feels the door with his fingertips, muttering to himself.

>"Ah, zere ist eine Falle innen. Ist feeling ein bischen strange, like.... Kein Problem."

The man mutters some more strange words, and acrid smoke blows out of the wardrobe. When he opens the door, only tatters of the black cloth remain.

The man stands there for a moment, staring at the obviously empty wardrobe.

>"... Verdammte scheisse nochmal. Entschuldigung, Ich muss einen Anruf machen. Make a call."

>>178901
I keep wondering if we should really be hiding all this from him. I guess we just have to wait and see if he can be trusted.

See if you can listen in on the conversation.

i think he is coming back down, hide the stuff in your room.

>>178901
traitor
HE DIDN'T KNOW THE WARDROBE WAS PROTECTED!

Hide in room
Postcog that lolly. STAT

Tiffany 2010/05/17(Mon)18:42 No. 178915 ID: 426169
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Dad goes back downstairs while Martin takes out his cellphone and presses speeddial. Tiffany hides behind the chimney, hoping to listen in.

Unfortunately the conversation takes place in high-speed German, and Tiffany can't understand any of it. Martin seems very frustrated, and the other person very angry. Soon the conversation becomes just Martin nodding and going 'Ja' on occasion.

While the telephone conversation goes on, Tiffany fingers the lollipop Martin gave her. Her head is still throbbing from the last attempt at postcognition, so any further scrying will have to wait until morning.

Martin eventually ends his phone call, and leans on the chimney in frustration. He returns downstairs, leaving Tiffany alone in the attic.

>>178915
Well, get downstairs.

>>178915
Return to your hidey-hole, recommence eavesdropping.

He blew up the cloth? A pity. I would have wanted to keep it.

Note that he didn't even look for the box. I'm not sure if that means he considered the box less important, or if as soon as there was nothing of value in the wardrobe he decided to call up instructions, or what. Something's fishy, though.

Still, at least he doesn't seem to have wised up to our deception, which is something.

>>178915
Ask him how he blew up the cloth like a normal, curious child, remember to play your part.

>>178932
who expects to be decieved by a little girl
Note this

We are a little girl. This is just as much an asset as a liability
WE may not be strong
but nobody can comprehend the fact we can conjure some CRAAAZY shit

yes, feign weakness.

>>178932
>>178942
...What cloth? We didn't see any cloth. Right?

>>179013
oh yeah!! do not mention the cloth! only way we would know about it is if we saw it.

The correct question is 'How did you make that smoke?'

In this case, speak unless spoken to is the best strategy. Find a book to "read" and pretend to be engrossed in it. One with colorful pictures. And maybe some crayons.

>>178942
>but nobody can comprehend the fact we can conjure some CRAAAZY shit
Well, they can comprehend it, if they try. But they can't anticipate it. And it's not a conclusion they'll readily jump to.

People who know already include: Grampa. He's not on good terms with anybody, and is thus unlikely to go spreading the word.
Dad: We can trust him.
Thomas: He's probably dead. At best, he's detained at Grampa's mercy.

And us. That's not a lot of people. This is information that is not to be spread about unnecessarily.

>>179020
We are eleven, good sir. We read books without pictures.

>>179026

But the pictures are the fun part! ;_;

Tiffany 2010/05/18(Tue)03:36 No. 179204 ID: 426169
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Tiffany follows Martin to the second floor, and listens in from the balcony.

>"Zis ist most troublesome. Und ze Lade ist missing auch?"

>"Yeah."

>"Zen est ist probable zat Alexander has taken zem. Most troubling. Ich will give dich mein Visitenkarte, uhm, Calling-card. If you would be kind und gibst mir ein Anruf if you hear of deine frau oder Alexander?"

>"Will do."

>"Fantastisch. Ich muss jetzt gehen. Auf Wiedersehen herr Blake. Und gibst der kleine Unge mein Abschied-"

There is a knock from the back door.

I think Grandpa found us. Start packing immediately. Make sure the things you took from the cabinet are well hidden in your luggage.

>>179204
Go take a look at the back door, and motion for him to follow.

Tiffany 2010/05/18(Tue)04:14 No. 179209 ID: 426169
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Tiffany heads for the back door, motioning dad and Martin to follow her. She cautiously opens the door. Martin draws a sharp breath.

A familiar sight greets her! Thomas stands in the porch, blood-stained and ragged, leaning heavily on his lance.

>"Sorry for takin so long, boss."

>"Good evening, miss Blake. I-", he begins, but is interrupted by a ragged cough. He spots Martin as the coughing eases.

>"Martin."

>"Thomas."

Martin looks like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

>"What, if I may ask, are you doing here?"

>"Kann ich meine Verwandten nicht besuchen?"

>"Is that so?"

>"Ja, und Ich was just saying auf Wiedersehen to ze very freundlich herr Blake."

>"Don't let me keep you."

Martin grimaces with annoyance, and turns to leave. As soon as Martin is out of sigh, Thomas lets out a hoarse sigh and collapses.

>>179209
>"What, if I may ask, are you doing here?"

>[I can not visit my relatives?]

>"Is that so?"

>[Yes, and I was just saying goodbye to the very friendly Mister Blake.]

>"Don't let me keep you."

---

Tell dad the supplies you need for first aid and patching his wounds, and send him off to get some.

Then go to Thomas' side and quietly say "Healing magic. I don't know any. Give me a number I can call for help, because I don't think you can teach me some in your condition. I'm pretty sure it'd be a bad idea to wing it."

"Dad, this is Thomas. He's the man who rescued me from Alexander."

It's best to mention this soon.

>>179209
Lets give Thomas some help. And find a good moment to give your dad the letter for him.

>>179212
Soon, but not while he's bleeding to death on your doorstep.
At least wait for Martin to leave.

Tiffany 2010/05/18(Tue)07:09 No. 179218 ID: 426169
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Dad lifted Thomas from the floor, and carried him inside. After laying Thomas on the sofa, he went to look for bandages.

Tiffany reached in to examine the wounds, when Thomas suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Tiffany by the back of the neck, pulling her close to his mouth. Through his raspy, labored breathing he spoke:

>"Did *hack* did he get it? Did- Did he get *cough*, the book? Is it safe?"

"No. He didn't. Now please, rest now. We'll take care of you."

>>179218
"He got nothing, all we have left here is this. My mother left it for dad in case something happened. Martin was upset that he didn't find it, I stole it out of the wardrobe before he could. Alexander already has the box..."

Got dammit we cant tell 'im the whole story, we can't just go trusting on anyone either. That's what got us into shit with Gramps.

>>179218
I really, really hope that Thomas hasn't been possessed or mind controlled or anything. Last we saw, Grandpa had him, and while I'd like to have the faith in his abilities to think he got away on his own... well, we should probably play this safe regardless.

Go with >>179223.

>>179218
Don't let him stop you from treating him. He's weak, so answer him while you break his grasp and keep working on him.
"I emptied out the wardrobe before Martin got to it. If you mean the grimoire, mom burned it. Alexander has a few photocopied pages from it, but that's all.
I am going to treat your wounds. Stay conscious, stay calm, and I won't have to use my unholy arts to drag you back from the dead. We need you too much for you to die now."

Call to dad to grab some potato flakes. That will instantly clot even large wounds and stop the bleeding.
You don't have a pair of MAST around, and I kinda doubt you could rig one up.

If he doesn't give you a phone number you can call for magical assistance, sketch a soul trap around him so his spirit can't escape.

Make a mental note to invest in saline IVs and a rapid infuser or two. I would strongly suggest you start educating yourself in medicine, since that has a lot of overlap with necromancy and healing.
Hey, you could be the most effective doctor ever:
"Doctor! The patient has flatlined!"
"Nobody dies on my watch! HEALING TOUCH R'LYEH WGAH'NAGL FHTAGN!"
"The patient is... fine?!? Bwah??"

>>179227
Actually, correction:
"There wasn't anything here for him to take. I don't need to be multi-lingual to know he was spouting profanities in German.
Now, I am going to treat your wounds. Stay conscious, stay calm, and I won't have to use my unholy arts to drag you back from the dead. We need you too much for you to die now."
Then sketch a soul trap around him, followed by asking for a phone number you can call for help.

The rest is as previously stated.

>>179218
Ask him what book. Just because this guy saved you doesn't mean that he wants what's best for you, or that he should get the book, or even know you know about the book.

See how the wounds look, although sewing up a dead raven once isn't really enough to start working on humans.

>>179233
Hence why I asked for potato flakes.
While it won't help the healing process, it WILL stop the bleeding PDQ. UNlike stitches and bandages.

befre you answer him, get a knife and ask him what we discussed before running into mom.

the bag has the book in it guys
>The velvet bag is roughly rectangular
a book is that shape, she kept it in a secret compartment. grandpa is working with a cheap knock-off, we have the real deal

>>179218
Before we tell him anything, we need to look at his face. The mind control runes are VISIBLE. So, if he has a rune on his forehead we tell him nothing.

If he's clean then "Yeah."

>>179218
check face
look for mind control
Point his lance at him if it is visible
if not, tell him all
He is apparently from the conclave, so he should be of help/tutorage.

>>179258
Yes, they ARE visible.

...

Barring the 'hide/absolute' combo that Alexander taught us after he found out we KNEW what the mind control runes look like.

Tiffany 2010/05/18(Tue)13:25 No. 179283 ID: 426169
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Tiffany pulls back Thomas' hood and gives him an intent look. Thomas' skin is wrinkled and white, almost like marble. No runes were visible on his forehead.

"What was the last thing you said to me in the cellar?"

Thomas gives a dry laugh that turns into a hacking cough.

>"You are *wheeze* wise beyond your years, miss Blake. Your caution will serve you well. I said I couldn't recommend near Alexander at this time. Looks like *cough* I gave prudent advice."

"I- I'm sorry for-"

>"No, miss Blake. I can not blame you. What you did was *groan* only h-human. Now, is the book safe?"

"Y-yes. I took it out of the wardrobe before Martin could."

Thomas sinks back to the coach in relief.

>"Good. Your mother and I decided that keeping it hidden would be... advisable. Alexander *hack* b-believes it destroyed, and you would be wise to see that it remains so."

"What do I do with it?"

>"T-that will be for you to decide. I only ask that you... exercise wisdom."

"Who does it belong to, I mean originally?"

>"*cough* It was taken from the clan by Alexander, just b-before his exile. I- I did not return it because I feared it may be needed. The Librarian would have locked it away forever."

"I thought it belonged to the Rothwalds?"

>"That is one of their self-serving lies. They have... been a-after that book for centuries. They will return with smiles and promises, especially once they realise your awakening. Be wary of the Rothwalds, Tiffany."

Thomas closes his eyes for a moment, but seems still conscious. Tiffany takes a look at his wounds, which are still bleeding profusely. More than in the movies. A lot more. Tiffany isn't sure how much longer Thomas can hold on.

Better get to sewing him up.

>>179283
Hmm, it's probably safest to keep the book hidden from everyone until we figure out who wants what.

>>179283
....Well, unless he knows someone who could heal him, we might have to consider taking him to a hospital, despite the risks.

Does dad know any doctors, any way to call in a favor and get quiet treatment? It would be nice to avoid ER, but if we must, it might be worth the risk.

Ask him if there's anything we can do, even if only a comfort such as tea or hell a Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew

>>179283
I said potato flakes for a reason, Tiffany. Instant clotting. Described as "miraculous" by EMTs who have used the medical-grade potato flakes known as "TraumaDex".
Go get a damn box of instant mashed potatoes. Idaho will save his life.

After that, you'll have enough time to call the Kinsley's for help.

>>179283

"What can I do to help you?"

Tiffany 2010/05/18(Tue)14:19 No. 179309 ID: 426169
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"Is there anything I can do? A doctor?"

Thomas smiles faintly.

>"*cough, hack* It is sweet... of you to... ask. I fear I'm beyond the... help of any doctor. I can... still feel... his magic tearing at my wounds. I cannot fight his curse much longer. I- May I... ask a favour... of you, miss Blake?"

>>179309
Of course. He's done so much for us already.

of course, he sacrificed himself to save us, it would be the least we could do.

>>179309
He can ask away. Asking usually doesn't cost anything.

"I want... I want... *cough cough*"
Tiff: "Yes? What is it?"
"A tailor. CAUSE I JUST RIPPED MY PANTS!"

Tiffany 2010/05/18(Tue)15:03 No. 179339 ID: 426169
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"Of course! Anything!"

>"Take... this... back to the clan. They... will... know what it *cough* means."

Tiffany takes the medallion. It feels really heavy, and even though it's irregular, it feels smooth. Polished by a long line of hands.

>"There... is a safe... house in Ad...el...eine... You... c-can find help... there."

"Adeleine, ok."

Thomas draws Tiffany close and lets out a hoarse whisper:

>"T...iff..a..ny.... you m-must... pre...ser..ve... the... Com...pact... at.. all......."

With that, Thomas' eyes glaze over, and his chest grows still.

>>179339
Right, time to go talk with daddy. You have some plans to make for the immediate future. Like what to do with the corpse in your house and where to go. Oh and give him moms letter as well.

We also need to find out exactly what the Compact is. We might want to speak with the Reaper Man again... if we can find a safe way of doing so.

>>179342
We should probably stay away from him. He seems to have something against necromancers. I'm sure there are safer ways to find out more about it. If we for some reason need to talk with him we should probably do so through an intermediary.

only way we are seeing the reaper again is by accident and i hope it doesn't happen for a long time.

You and dad should really get out of your house. Quickly. It didn't take that long for you to get here from the hotel- how much longer do you have before Grandpa comes for you here?

Based upon the necromantic principles that we know, I don't think that Grandpa will be able to hurt Thomas now even if he gets the body, so just leave it. Search it first, with Mulder's help in case there is anything magical. A little macabre, but you can't let anything more than you have to fall into Grandpa's hands.

Then get the hell out of here. Grab some food, some cash, anything you consider essential and anything you would truly hate to lose forever from your house. Then leave. Get a couple states away, hole up in a hotel, and plan your next move (like figuring out where Adeleine is). Don't open up the warded bag until you've built an anti-scrying circle of your own to read it in, in case Grandpa is looking for it.

>>179358
There is a place in England called Adelaine atleast I think there is one. Hmm, can't find one though, closest one is a place in Austrailia called Adelaide.

Tiffany 2010/05/18(Tue)16:09 No. 179384 ID: 426169
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Tiffany checks Thomas's corpse for anything of use, but finds nothing. Looks like he travels light. Thomas's eyes stare blankly at the ceiling.

>"Tiffany! I foun- oh."

Mulder shifts his weight around on the couch.

>"Tiffany, get your backpack and pack your things. We're leaving."

"Where?"

>"I don't know. Somewhere not here."

"Umm, Thomas said something about a safehouse in Adeleine."

>"Adeleine? That's... If we drive all night we should be there by morning. Go pack."

What does Tiffany pack?

>>179384
Hoo boy. Clothes, tools for necromancy, first aid supplies, food, water, some kind of weapon... Perhaps some string.

Obviously we need to get the letter and book (presumably).

>>179384
Clothes, supplies, useful things, and memories. Give us a run down of what you've got.

>>179384
Some clothes, toothbrush and other hygiene stuff, a couple of needles and thread, a scissor or two. MP3 player and Iphone or similar thing if you have one.

Tiffany 2010/05/18(Tue)16:27 No. 179395 ID: 426169
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[Items on this list are assumed taken automatically. Anything else needs to be mentioned.]

Can we give Mulder his eyes? Not like he's using 'em anymore. :3c

>>179395
Well for starters:

WASHABLE MARKER (BLUE)

DRY ERASE MARKER (GREEN)

At least a couple changes of clothes. Assuming you have anything decent to wear, we really don't have the time to go by the mall again.

>>179397
No.
Eating our friends eyes? That would just be encouraging bad eating habits.

>>179397
No. While it would be nice to Mulder, I don't think Thomas would have approved, and as a non-evil necromancer we should abide by others' wishes regarding their corpses' dispositions.

>>179395
Bring a small knife, razor blade, or multitool. Make it sharp, something which you can use for cutting yourself and/or objects you wish to enchant. Also potentially useful for last ditch defense in a pinch, or for marring magical diagrams which you cannot easily erase (damned permanent markers).

Bring a notebook, a pencil, and a pen. You might have a grimoire, but you'll still want to write your own notes on magic (and anything else). Heck, you might even be able to work magic on torn out pages.

Bring a first aid kit, which should at minimum include needle and thread for stitching wounds, scissors, bandages, painkillers, and disinfectant. You will almost certainly be facing at least small injuries.

Bring a small flashlight and spare batteries. You'll be in the darkness.

Bring several pieces of chalk, in case marker is impractical.

Bring a lighter. Fire is useful in all sorts of situations.

Grandpa's original list of necromancy supplies also included a saw, candles, and a shovel, but those are probably too much to carry everywhere.

Bring one change of clothes, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and enough of whatever you ended up with to handle your period to take care of it until it's over.

Bring a picture of Mom and of Tony. This should require no explanation.

Bring a backpack or bag which you can easily use to transport all the above items plus the black velvet bag, without inconvenience.

>>179421
Oh, and Thomas' medallion. I don't see that on the list. It would be highly awkward to forget that.

Bring your stuffed animal. You know the one. The one that you are too old for, because big girls do not need such things, and yet mysteriously it has never been put away in the attic. The tattered old thing that your mother gave you when you were two, which still secretly brings you comfort in the middle of the night, when things are at their darkest. It is next to your bed, where it has been since Tony died.

Bring it.


If anyone asks, you don't want anyone who knows magic to find it.

medallion
markers and tools for rune inscription.
A flashlight
Drop the Gothic clothes for things that make you look cute and innocent
lighter
first aid kit
pocket knife (multi tool is preferred)
duct-tape
money. copious amounts of money
hairspray (hairspray and lighters go hand in hand)
You should have a backpack somewhere. allow yourself more stuff to carry

tell your dad to get a gun... he could use it...

shit i am too late. i wanted to get a message to death, we needed to apologise at least.

ask dad if the house is insured. this may or may not involve fire.

get a cellphone, contacts, weapons and first aid kit. there may be zombies around. oooh, nail and hammer as well.

you will need to hide that book. if you have a schoolbag, put it in. replace the velvet bag with something similar in size and weight. and you will need to STUDY that book. i dont care who hates/loves it, we need to know what gramps can do, then we need to learn how to counter it nonetheless.

rations. for at least 2 days.

a knife, butterfly or something easily concealable and alcohol, dont want you discovering a severe infection in your finger or something like it.

>Bring your stuffed animal
i wonder if a book would fit on it?

>Drop the Gothic clothes for things that make you look cute and innocent
yeah, this. you have to forget actualy looking like a necromancer now.

>>179408
we may need to frame him for burning our house. just on that we would need to tear his jaws and actualy burn him. i dont rememeber in my head of any more methods to prevent him from being recognized, but we should do it.

consider that a man just died on our house and we are fleeing. what will the police think. we need to put a plausible truth to everyone.

>>179547
fuck, we need to make a mess out of everything in the house.

>>179542

>> you will need to hide that book

>>179547

>> >Bring your stuffed animal
>> I wonder if a book would fit in it?

Say guys, I hate to suggest this, but shouldn't we destroy Thomas's body, lest he come back as a powerful foe?

not entirely.

SirTen!!H3AwAzMwMw 2010/05/18(Tue)21:08 No. 179574 ID: a7a85a
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>not entirely

Entirely. Better safe than sorry.

>>179574
since noone reads my posts anyway.

yes we should destroy thomas body. he died in our living room in a very suspicious way, in the very least the police will have too many reasons to hunt down dad. then there is child protection service, and we dont wanna go that path.

we should burn the dead guy, after breaking his jaw and ripping some teeth out. it will look like a crazy drugged cultist broke into our house and got burned anyway.

I think we should consider burning down the whole house. Kinda drastic but it will prevent anything left behind from being used against us. Then again all those magical protections might be better left alone.

But in any case let's have dad read that letter before deciding on anything like that. It probably has instructions on exactly what we should do when hightailing it out of there.

Hey. Let's treat Thomas's corpse in a respectful manner. Regardless of whether or not we burn down the house around him or stick him in a pyre or something.

take thomas' lance, that thing seems to be a powerful weapon.

Tiffany 2010/05/19(Wed)03:14 No. 179723 ID: 426169
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Tiffany scours the house for things she needs. She took the following:

The Medallion.

Clothes, less dark.

Necromancy tools
-String, couple of needles, scissors
-Washable marker
-dry erase marker
-chalk sticks
-sharp knife
-Notebook

Flashlight and batteries.

Dad's guns&roses zippo.

Dad's leatherman.

Duct tape.

The first aid kit dad found.

Toothbrush and pads.

A photo of mom and Tony from it's frame in the wall.

Meanwhile, dad had attached the sidecar to his bike, and packed him own stuff.

>"Do you have enough clothes? Did you take everything you need?"

"Yes, I th- no wait! Thomas' lance!"

Tiffany runs to the back porch. Thomas' lance is lying in a pool of blood. The stone blade has gone entirely black.

it probably needs to be charged or something.

>>179723
Take it anyway. You can try to figure out how to make it work later.

>>179723
lit the dude. set the couch on fire, then the carpet.

>>179723
Err, I think you shouldn't touch that. If anything wrap it in a blanket. But it would be safer if left behind.

>>179727
Might be a good idea, but let's hold off on that for a moment

Tiffany, before you go or do anything else your dad should see that letter. It may have some instruction for what to do when leaving home.

Torch the body. Hell, torch the whole house, too. It's unlikely you'll be coming back here anytime soon, and we don't want Grampa having an already set up place to work from.

>>179731
we should take it because it's the only REAL weapon we have.

Tiffany 2010/05/19(Wed)05:56 No. 179737 ID: 426169
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Tiffany examines the lance a little closer. The shaft is ancient oak, bent and splintered, rough to the touch. The tip seems to be made of some kind of carved black stone. Deciding that it's their only weapon, Tiffany grabs the lance. She almost immediately falls over; it seems extraordinarily heavy, like the tip was made of lead. With great effort, Tiffany manages to half carry half drag it to the motorcycle. After some improvisation, dad wraps it in tent cloth and ties it to the bike.

>"Get in the sidecar, Tiff, and put your helmet on. There's something I gotta do before we go."

Dad takes a canister usually kept in the garage. He disappears into the house for a few minutes. When he re-emerges, he gives a long look inside. He then sets fire to a small rag and tosses it inside.

The smell of burning gasoline fills the air as dad climbs on the motorcycle.

let's ride.

Tiffany 2010/05/19(Wed)06:02 No. 179741 ID: 426169
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Next stop, Adeleine.

I guess that stole the words from us all.

The letter from mom to dad! We must read it before we leave! Well, at least make a stop somewhere in the road so we can read it.

I see dad is taking things... relatively well.

>>179744
Who knows, maybe he was a hardcore gangster who joined the french foreign legion and has been around some hardcore shit before he became Dad.

Lance + Motorcycle? Excellent. Prepare for epic joust.

You know how stories like these are. The dad is always secretly some hardcore badass.

I mean come on, he got a wizard of all people to marry him.

>>179774
So if Thomas hadn't come by and rescued Tiff he would have gone all commando and stormed Alexanders mansion filled with drug smuggling zombies? Man that would have been awesome.

>>179744
It's entirely possible that the shock just hasn't set in yet.

he already sinked it.

he has a clear mind.

with vengeance.