{"id":28861,"date":"2026-01-01T05:22:39","date_gmt":"2026-01-01T10:22:39","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2026-01-01T05:22:39","modified_gmt":"2026-01-01T10:22:39","slug":"encounter-1249","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2026\/01\/01\/encounter-1249\/","title":{"rendered":"Teagan&#8217;s Wednesday evening odd encounter(Teagan)"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2025-12-31 17:05<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Teagan&#8217;s Wednesday evening odd encounter(Teagan):Teagan<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Wed Dec 31 2025<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#5fd7af\">In <span style=\"color:#5fd7af\">a marine-<b>59themed li<span style=\"color:#5fd7d7\">ving space<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">\/span\/b\/span><\/span<br \/>What do you get when you mix an ocean lover with a history enthusiast? A living room that looks like it belongs to part of a Frigate. Someone has spared no expense in making sure the living room has been paneled with authentic, shipwrecked wood, appropriately treated and salvaged. Similar wood makes up the flooring with a large area rug providing some comfort.<\/p>\n<p>Marine-inspired wall decor and paintings are aplenty.<\/p>\n<p>There is a shallow 70s style dip in the center of the room where the plush half-circle couch lives along with a coffee table and a modest television.<\/p>\n<p>It is about <span style=\"color:#000080\">50<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#000080\">10<\/span>C) degrees.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#393e41\">A<span style=\"color:#393e44\">t<span style=\"color:#393f47\"> <span style=\"color:#394049\">M<span style=\"color:#39414c\">a<span style=\"color:#38424f\">y<span style=\"color:#384351\">f<span style=\"color:#374454\">l<span style=\"color:#374557\">o<span style=\"color:#36465a\">w<span style=\"color:#36475c\">e<span style=\"color:#35485f\">r<span style=\"color:#344962\"> <span style=\"color:#334a65\">a<span style=\"color:#324b67\">n<span style=\"color:#314c6a\">d<span style=\"color:#304d6d\"> <span style=\"color:#2f4e70\">W<span style=\"color:#2d4f73\">a<span style=\"color:#2b5075\">s<span style=\"color:#2a5178\">h<span style=\"color:#28517b\">i<span style=\"color:#25527e\">n<span style=\"color:#235381\">g<span style=\"color:#205484\">t<span style=\"color:#1c5587\">o<span style=\"color:#19578a\">n\/span\/span><\/span\n\n<br \/>That&#8217;s like asking how many engineers it takes to screw in a lightbulb. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> waits by Obadiah&#8217;s side, removing her hands from the deep pockets of her winter coat. She&#8217;s a little attuned to whispers and chants in ancient tongues, but immediately there is nothing too out of the ordinary to her. Instead, she shifts her weight from one heel to the other, then when there comes no answer, she gives a little peek into a nearby window, not the basement half window, however, that would be weird for no immediate suspicion. Afterall, it could be the wrong address. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know, Obie,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says. &#8220;I don&#8217;t see anything overly dangerous, unless that wizard and dragon poster are going to suddenly come to life..&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile they&#8217;re still standing in the cold and <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> just huddles closer to Obadiah for what warmth she can steal from him. #GirlfriendPrivs. But also she&#8217;s not wearing the warmest of jackets today. Hands are shoved in pockets and she&#8217;s doing that little sort of wiggle-bounce in place to keep moving while not actively wanting to move. &#8220;Don&#8217;t jinx us,&#8221; she warns Seraphina.  <\/p>\n<p>The snowman just smiles at Obadiah. Maybe it knows something?  <br \/>\nOr maybe it&#8217;s just a snowman.  <\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately, being out in the cold, even Obadiah&#8217;s enhanced senses have a lot of things assailing them at the moment. Like the trash that hasn&#8217;t been picked up yet at the curb. And the police car that goes screaming by because they heard someone was showing a little too much ankle in Elysia. <\/p>\n<p>Naked shifters are the greatest menace to society, it&#8217;s true. Wedged between the two though he pushes his foot against the door to make it open and looks around the inside, noticing nothing he steps in further beckoning the two women to follow him. &#8220;We might as well get out of the cold and into the warmth.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> winks at both of them though and stands to the side letting them pass and being a proper gentleman. <\/p>\n<p>Good thing that <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> did not wear something a little more revealing if that is all it takes to be picked up in Elysia, but her ankles are, indeed, exposed to the elements and the eyes of young and impressionable men. But, even though the screaming sirens of the cop car draws her attention, there&#8217;s got to be something afoot here that is off&#8230; unless they are at the wrong address&#8230; When Obadiah just opens the door, the dark-haired librarian blinks at him. &#8220;You know&#8230; If we were trying to be a little less&#8230; obvious. I could have picked the lock.&#8221; But she follows him in, as he desires she do. <\/p>\n<p>Inside the brownstone is revealed to likely be home to more than one individual. This is likely a fairly young Professor. Adjunct, perhaps, or taking on overflow classes. He&#8217;s got roommates. And they are all big nerds. Cheap furniture (IKEA, clearly grabbed from students moving out, yard sales, etc.) abounds. Surfaces everywhere are covered in books that certainly looked academic from the outside, as did the artifacts. But once the trio is inside, they find that it&#8217;s a mix. Some of them are legitimate, yes. Others are clearly for cosplay and LARP. There&#8217;s a shelf that&#8217;s simply a couple decades or so worth of tabletop RPG source books. Past where they could see is an entire Warhammer setup, clearly paused mid-game.  <\/p>\n<p>Windermere pays its Professors too well.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m not sure Obie does anything that isn&#8217;t obvious,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> teases with a grin as she follows the other two in, carefully closing the door behind them so the Mercer&#8217;s B&amp;E (he had to make up for the previous day, apparently) is less obvious.  <\/p>\n<p>Now that they&#8217;re inside, however, the quiet of the brownstone is&#8230; well, at least on this level it is obvious. But the sounds of chanting from the basement persist. Well, for a moment. And then there&#8217;s a sudden pause and a shout of: &#8220;FOR FUCK&#8217;S SAKE, PAUL! We covered this! There&#8217;s no glottal fricative! You Romance scholars are so goddamn useless!&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Not if you follow the studies out of Oxford-&#8221;  <br \/>\n&#8220;Those were done in the 70s, Paul! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY DRUGS THEY WERE ON? ALL OF THEM, PAUL.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>And from there it devolves into at least four people &#8212; all male &#8212; shouting over one another. What a great opportunity to tromp around! <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah takes a look around the room and relaxes his grip on the knife in his pocket. &#8220;I swear to the gods if another fucking cat boy pops out asking to play Yu-Gi-Oh&#8230;.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>He takes a breath then and grins at Seraphina and Teagan, &#8220;I am hardly subtle&#8230; sometimes.&#8221; He does take this opportunity to try and navigate around the house and see what there is to see. I mean they were sent her to stop a demonic summoning not discuss friction or whatever. Nerds. <\/p>\n<p>Putting a gloved hand to her face and rubbing it downward, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> nods to Teagan, whispering out, &#8220;Well, at least they are arguing&#8230; what the heck is a glotteral fricative?&#8221; Nerds indeed. That she doesn&#8217;t know, it surely means that she is not one of them. She fluffs her hair out from her shoulder a moment, then begins to take a better look around the young Professor&#8217;s nerd base. &#8220;I feel like we&#8217;re only going to be disrupting a game of D&amp;D, they&#8217;re probably beyong Yu-gi-oh.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You would think that but I helped Dovie, Ambrose, and Sofia deal with a weather mancer who was a cat boy wearing a purple tuxedo,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> shudders. &#8220;Sofia got us to give us critical information by learning the rules to Yu-Gi-oh and using&#8230;.&#8221; He shudders recalling that night. &#8220;Just ask her how to play sometime.&#8221; He creeps closer to signing his own death warrant every day but the Goddess is good for it. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It has to do with uhm&#8230; accents? Like the way we pronounce things,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> tries to explain. &#8220;I&#8230; don&#8217;t know what exactly a glotteral fricative is itself, but I know that&#8217;s what they mean.&#8221; She is keeping her voice pitched low, but she&#8217;s also a bit more curious about all the random THINGS they have around. She&#8217;s like a magpie at the moment. She stops by a table and picks up two daggers. They look alike, but she discovers one to be a cosplay replica of the other. She turns the real one over a few times and goes &#8216;huh.&#8217; &#8220;Pretty sure this is supposed to be in the University&#8217;s collection.&#8221; Tsk tsk!  <\/p>\n<p>The place is pretty cluttered and is such a mix of real and play that it&#8217;d take a while for Obadiah to make sense of things and identify just what they were sent here to find. He does find plenty of evidence of the Professor he was asked about (who is not named Paul, at least), but also evidence of the Professor&#8217;s supposed roommates. Who all seem to be students or locals.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;If I had to learn how to play a trading card game, I think Yu-Gi-Oh would be the last I&#8217;d pick,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> says absently before realizing the other two have moved on. She sets down the blades and skitters to catch up.  <\/p>\n<p>At the door to the basement, Seraphina will be able to hear more clearly as the argument dies down. They&#8217;re still discussing semantics (LITERALLY) but there&#8217;s a bit more clarity now. &#8220;If we don&#8217;t get the incantation just right, we&#8217;ll waste everything and you know how long this shit took us,&#8221; the one that had been shouting at Paul can be heard to say.  <\/p>\n<p>And somewhere, underneath the chatter about incantations and rituals and doing things right can be heard someone&#8217;s panicked (but muffled, likely gagged) pleas. <\/p>\n<p>nods to Teagan. &#8220;I don&#8217;t know any of those games, I don&#8217;t even play D&amp;D but &#8212;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> stats, pressing a red leather clad finger to her lips for her and Obadiah. Her voice lowers further to a whisper, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think they&#8217;re playing D&amp;D. I mean, it is possible&#8230; but as the Velma of the group, I sense something is amiss.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah wrinkles up his face and takes a breath as the realization settles in, &#8220;What do you think the odds are that the ttrpg bros are into kinky sex vs having a sacrifice down there?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a ritualistic sacrifice to bring about Snorlax the Deceiver or something like that. It&#8217;s always something like that, the Master Shield knows, but if they are going to save the blonde virgin coed (because Paul seems like someone who will play into stereotypes) they better get a move on. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I swear to God if we walk into some weird orgy&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> breathes out. &#8220;But I guess that would be better than a sacrificial ritual.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately for Obadiah, these things always go one of two ways. At least in groups like this. It&#8217;s always in pursuit of women or power. Sometimes both, but at least guys like this are smart enough to know you can&#8217;t work two things into a single bargain with the devil.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bring me the athame, Kevin,&#8221; says whoever has been shouting, who manages to somehow pronounce this of all things wrong. He says it as if it rhymes with &#8216;a shame&#8217; because he is a shame upon his family. And before the trio has the opportunity to reflect on the shame Paul has brought to his people (or to get out of sight), a teenager (he can&#8217;t possibly be even 20 yet) appears at the base of the stairs and stares upward. His mouth works like a fish out of water for a moment as he tries to decide what to do. In the meantime, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> had managed to turn around, recover those knives she&#8217;d been looking at&#8230; and tosses one down to &#8216;Kevin.&#8217;  <\/p>\n<p>Who is too dumbstruck to know what to do about it (or realize it&#8217;s the fake) and just goes: &#8220;Thanks!&#8221;  <br \/>\n&#8220;Who are you talking to?&#8221;  <br \/>\n&#8220;Uh, your friends?&#8221;  <br \/>\n&#8220;My- what the fuck are you-&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>The next face to appear at the bottom of the stairs must be Mr. Can&#8217;t Say Athame: mid-twenties, perhaps, mop of dark hair, and unlike Kevin (who was in a t-shirt and jeans) is wearing an honest-to-god robe. He points the dagger at them. &#8220;Who the fuck are you!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Paul told us it,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> blurts, pulling her coat off to reveal her dress, and form, and the duffel. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah looks when the coat comes off because of course he looks. He is taken not dead. He then looks down at the kid below and makes a hand wavy motion and attempts to loc eyes with the kid to get him to move along without much trouble <\/p>\n<p>Maybe its less that Obadiah is better at helping but that <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> is a bodaciously build babe and they are horny 20 somethings. Either way, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> wiggles her fingers at Paul when she&#8217;s used his name, even though he is probably very confused. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> doesn&#8217;t even try to help here. Mostly because she&#8217;s in jeans and those aren&#8217;t going to be a terrible help with this particular ploy. Nor is she able to hypnotize. Her only option would be to bullshit their way through it and that, historically, has not been very helpful. So instead she just studies the athame closer&#8230; behind Obadiah so that Angry Eyes doesn&#8217;t see.  <\/p>\n<p>Not that he (nor Paul, who has come around the corner to see what&#8217;s up) is paying any attention whatsoever. The real reason Obadiah&#8217;s attempt fails is that the guys have eyes only for Seraphina. There&#8217;s some whispering, some jabbing of elbows.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Shit, Paul, why didn&#8217;t you say you got the hot secretary?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>And Paul may be deemed a fuckup by these guys (and he probably is, let&#8217;s be honest), but he&#8217;s not entirely dumb. He stares at Seraphina for a beat (or five) longer before going &#8220;Uh-huh&#8221; as Angry steps back and gestures with the fak-thame further into the basement. &#8220;Please, please, join us. I&#8217;m so sorry we started without you.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Down in the basement it is&#8230; indeed just a ritual sacrifice. Sorry, Obadiah. No gimp suits here. There&#8217;s Paul, Kevin, some other guy who looks none too happy to be here by the way he sullenly stands in the corner holding a book open. The coven bitch, probably.  <\/p>\n<p>And in the center, on the floor, surrounded by a diagram drawn out in what looks like sidewalk chalk (based on the very colorful box full of thick chalk made for childrens&#8217; hands) is the Professor Obadiah was asked to check on. The man is naked (could be worse: he&#8217;s young enough that it&#8217;s not just a bunch of wrinkled, liver-spotted flesh, but he isn&#8217;t in great shape and the panic in his eyes at seeing Seraphina implies he&#8217;s definitely not a grower nor shower), bound, gagged, and gives up on shame and starts frantically wriggling toward the trio of new faces, begging around the gag to be let go. At least one can assume that&#8217;s what he&#8217;s begging for. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> lets Hot Girl Winter continue and just gets out of the way, by walking down the stairs and off to the side but he does causally migrate towards the chalk art turned summoning circle and starts to look it over to see if that chuckle heads have blundered their way into summoning something real. <\/p>\n<p>Seeming a bit shocked that it works, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> smiles like a bimbo, and starts down the stairs to join the ritualists. There is a look back at Obadiah and Teagan with one of those looks like &#8216;who&#8217;da&#8217;thunk&#8217;. The one to Obadiah seems to plead something as she jerks her chin toward Paul, the Suspicious. She passes by Kevin, the Reluctant, and puts her hand on him for a moment. A glance down at the Professor has her face going stone a moment, before she smiles again. &#8220;I&#8217;m surprised you did not ask for Mister Hale, hm? I hear he has some beef with how -he- was teaching.&#8221; She kneels and puts her hand on him, though he&#8217;s sure to try to jerk away, soothing, silently, eyes giving him a sympathetic stare. &#8220;So what exactly are we doing here?&#8221; she asks Angry, twirling her hair about a red leather masked finger. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina begins to pluck off her gloves, one finger at a time, making herself a little fist, as if she might just be trying to soothe out the stiffness of winter in her joints. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You can call me Loki,&#8221; Angry says as he offers up the single most fucking cliche nickname guys like this give themselves of all time. Seriously, walk into any LARP, renfaire, LARP, and shout &#8216;HEY, LOKI!&#8217; and at least five, if not more, guys will respond. And not a single one of them even embodies half of the Norse trickster as they think they do. They just think they&#8217;re especially clever when they aren&#8217;t even especially half as clever as they were when they came up with the name. And Loki here is a good proper specimen of the type. &#8220;The Professor here has been kind enough to introduce us to some real shit for our games and what did I find but some real-fucking-shit.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Yeah, he&#8217;s monologuing to Seraphina.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We&#8217;re talking power, money, wo-&#8221; He clears his throat, passing by the poor unnamed guy who still holds the book. &#8220;World class power.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately, it is a real ritual which is probably why the Professor is panicking so much.  <br \/>\nAlso unfortunately, Loki is suspicious enough that while talking, he rushes at Seraphina with the athame with a shout and stabs her! Right between the shoulder bla-  <br \/>\n*doink*  <br \/>\nThe blade bends in half like the foam recreation it is and while he&#8217;s staring at it in dismay (and <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> is grinning broadly), Obadiah is able to take him out.  <\/p>\n<p>This is the cue for Book Boy to drop said book and run for the stairs. Paul and Kevin take a look at their leader on the floor, a look at the trio, and start fighting to see who can get up the stairs first. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You know you guys have an incomplete circle right?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> asks Angry and Suspicious. &#8220;If you&#8217;re going to do anything, at least finish up your sloppy work, yeah?&#8221;, knuckles cracking softly as she works them. &#8220;I remember walking into a little antiquities store once and the owner had tried to do a ritual, but he not only skipped a page and mixed two rituals, his pentagram was broken. The man turned into a demon slave. It was unfornate that we had to put him down.&#8221; She adds, &#8220;Mister Hale and I, that is.&#8221; Not, of course Obadiah or her. <\/p>\n<p>When the fake blade bends against her shoulder blade, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> turns to look at the boy. &#8220;Really?&#8221; she asks, and that fist she had made is swung directly at the boy&#8217;s chin, seeking to at least knock one of the imbeciles out, as all of them is likely movie action and not real life. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah looms over the fallen Suspicious and flexes his hand before wagging his brows at Seraphina. &#8220;Did the ritual call for a layer of beef sauteed with peas topped with a layer of lady fingers and jam?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You know,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says whilst mid-swing at Loki, &#8220;That is exactly what I thought when we realized what happened. It was definitely something the old bookstore owner shouldn&#8217;t have been trifling with,&#8221; she remarks to both Obadiah and Teagan, who is likely standing as a shield for the others to have to push past on their scramble. <\/p>\n<p>Friends reference aside, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> looks around to see how else he can help move on with this situation, &#8220;Probably we can just free the professor and move on. Scrub the circle I suppose we should do that too so that Accelgor the Buggy doesn&#8217;t show up.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>In fact, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> is not standing in the way for the others to push past! That&#8217;d be a disaster. More for her than them. Oh, she thought about it for all of half a second. And then she remembered she can do other things now. From the pocket of her jacket comes a brass key and as she holds onto it, mirrored scales (or seemingly so) ripple down her left arm. The two go clambering their way up the stairs (she let the living bookstand go) find those wooden stairs become living things again and vines burst forth through the cracks in the bricks of the nearby wall and they are soon both lashed in place.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Pretty sure the chalk they used wouldn&#8217;t work anyway. Quality of materials matters.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> is more focused on the book that was dropped, moving over to crouch by it. Seems the Professor is being left to the other two.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So you&#8217;re saying the bookstore owner was trifling with a trifle?&#8221; It had to be said. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Indeed! His face looked like a trifle, too, maybe more pizza&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> turns to the Professor still tied up and on the floor, picking him up by the ropes binding him. &#8220;You should really be worried still, you realize. When Professor Hale and Professor Alejan&#8230;&#8221; She pauses, and a sullen expression crosses her face. &#8220;Alejandro&#8230; hear of this. You of all people should know better.&#8221; There is a tut from her, gaze drifting over the man. &#8220;You are lucky you did not become a demon&#8217;s slave, yourself. I imagine it&#8217;d have fun with your flesh.&#8221; Another pause. &#8220;Speaking of Professor Hale,&#8221; she says to Teagan. &#8220;I can put that book in the Library for the time being, while we figure out where best it deserves to live in the stacks.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah nods to Seraphina, picking up her brief sadness before putting his hand under the professor&#8217;s arm and heaving him up and leading him towards Teagan and Seraphina. &#8220;They are the college kids.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Could always give him to Calazar,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> mutters to herself, but she&#8217;s more distracted by flipping through the book, back and forth a few pages. Out comes her phone for some Google Translate. &#8220;Oh.&#8221; There&#8217;s some snickering a moment later. &#8220;Kinda wish we&#8217;d let them finish.&#8221; She does smudge out the ritual circle, useless as it is, with one foot as she readies to follow on the way out. Professor in tow. Or hauled by Seraphina. The book is held up for the still bound-and-gagged man to see. &#8220;Did you know what they were doing?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>He shakes his head, she brings the book back in to herself and looks between it and the translations she&#8217;s putting together. There&#8217;s more giggling to be had. &#8220;It was for power and women, all right. More specifically for empowerment of women.&#8221; Another titter as she closes it and tucks it under her arm. &#8220;Wonder what it would&#8217;ve done to them&#8230; This is why translation is so important, people. Not just learning how to say the words. Leave that to actors.&#8221; She chews on her lower lip and even boops one of the ones tied up on the way out. &#8220;I&#8217;m sure your buddy will help you out when he wakes up.&#8221; She pocketed the (real) athame at some point, too. That, also, can be put somewhere for safe-keeping. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We could,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> muses to Teagan, &#8220;It&#8217;d only be a few nibbles, make them bedridden for a day or so&#8230; Nothing harmful. They can sit and wonder.&#8221; She looks to Obadiah as she seems perfectly okay with the idea, lips pursing softly. She hands the Professor off to Obadiah to carry him away the rest of the way while she goes to pick up the sack of potatoes that is the knocked out Loki. &#8220;We ready?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeeeeeah, let&#8217;s get out of here before we all become nibbled,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> says with a squint up the stairs at how dark it&#8217;s gotten. The movement of guys bigger than she is left to those stronger than she as the redhead makes her way up the stairs with athame and book. She lets Seraphina and Obadiah make their way outside while doing a quick cursory look over the rest of the brownstone for any other glaring &#8216;do not leave in the hands of dumbshits&#8217; objects left lying about. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah nods to the two women and heads down. Nothing more to be done by the fae it seems. 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