Hauntings with a chance of Rain

Summary:
January 13 2015: The Fox goes hunting for hauntings and finds… Dragnet, SHIELDies, Rain and… clones?

The Narrows

A warehouse in the narrows


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  • Clones?

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There is, for once, nothing magically wrong in Gotham.

Well, strike that. There's nothing magically wrong in Gotham that isn't usually magically wrong. The Fox is coming up a rather quiet side street near the warehouse district in the Narrows. Not a nice place, but most places in Gotham aren't. He is, as usual, riding a rather ghostly elk. Right now is just kind of being curious. His network hasn't told him of any emergencies which leaves him free to pook around at mysteries. One of them is in the warehouse up ahead. Someone says they saw ghostly lights and a man turning invisible up that way. Could be a spirit of some kind, though it's not causing any trouble if so.5r

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It's a busy time of year for Rain. People need healing, and there might be a certain druid about. Captain is wearing a snazzy new tan trenchcoat and a handsome hat. Someone got spoiled. They even seem to have a small cooler taped at the end of the broom. From a fishery on the docks. That might /also/ be why they are here. Some shopping and something that couldn't be had at the New York docks. But hey, Captain's earned it. "And I want one dried and one fresh and- hey, there's the guy that gave you wood," He bapbats her shoulder and motions with a paw down. The broom wobbles a second as Rain's face reddens. "Barkskin. It was BARKSKIN.." Nevertheless, the two's path takes them toward said warehouse.

A hazard of being magic is that fate pulls you in strange ways.

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He can't speak for any other invisible/ghostly lights, but Dragnet /has/ been watching this warehouse for some time now. Between the full nights sleep and the diagnostics run due to previous consumption of nanovores (Its what Dragnet calls whatever the armor's fabrication arbitrarily decided to digest. He doesn't like to dwell on it further), and the prospect of a new place to crash that is surprisingly secure and well supplied, he is feeling rather good about himself. Not that he trusts it, as he's not entirely sure how or where he found it in the first place, but he has time to dwell on paranoia and suspicion later. For now it works and the suit hasn't communicated anymore surveillance than he typically expects, so it works.

He's been watching this warehouse because Gotham PD doesn't, and the already stretched force projection of the Bats misses things. Most of the time this just means a bit of light housecleaning, but this time it seems an inordinate amount of military grade hardware seems to be going in and out of here. Which for a Gotham Underworld that already seems filled to the brim with the occult and discrete but no less terrifying displays of straight out of the mad science lab technology. Crates of assault weapons and smugglers? This is something Dragnet _almost_ feels like he can handle. Thus the stealth mode. Thus the Initial D music. The Fox, being the perceptive fellow he is, might see ghostly lights atop one of the rooftops flicker out. <Weapons primed, Stealth on the clock. Lets see if I remember how to do this….>

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Unaware of a ghost elk and its human or the broomstick with witch, cat, and cooler or even the person turning invisible, May and Triplett are driving through Gotham, having been in the area to wrangle logistics for whatever aid this city needs after the terrorist attacks. You know, before Triplett gets yanked away to hang with Tony Stark for heaven only knows how long.

Having taken the opportunity to NOT drive, May is idly looking out of the car's passenger window when something catches her eye. "Trip. Do you see that over there?"

-

Trip is a bit focused on the road, considering that things are supposed to be paid attention to. Especially when he's getting his drive on. He's definitely an individual that's needing to pay attention when he's in the driver's seat, especially considering the fact that things went sour one of the last times he was in the seat. He immediately looks to see if he can get a bead on what May's seeing. And his foot lets off the gas almost as an instinct. "What is it?" He's not sure what he's looking at. But it probably isn't a good thing. It never really is when May notices it first.

-

It's a man riding a glowing elk, this being the most obvious of the various things in the area. Or it was for just a moment. As May calls it out it leaps a six foot cinderblock wall and vanishes into a warehouse parking lot. Nothing to see here. Nope.

This time the Fox is paying rather more attention to his surroundings. He is, after all, looking for something. So it is that he sees Rain and waves up to her as he slowly circles the building, stopping from time to time to pull out a crystal and peer through it. Hrm. People? Doesn't seem so. Spirits? No, no spi- Wait. What's that? Looks oddly… muted.

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Rain is pretty alert, though she does have Captain on her shoulders. But then, they wave back to Fox. She turns a bit red. Wait. Hmm. They move slowly down towards him. She decides to try sensing the magic in the area, feeling for it. Eddies, leylines, beings… who is there? And coming down low might give them a chance to talk to Fox. A gal on a broomstick -is- pretty odd. "Is someone-" Hmm. She seems unaware of the people approaching, figuring people about is usual. Even if stabbings are how people say hi here. Even the pigeons have switch blades and talk in sharp accents. "I don't smell anything odd here," Captain offers in his rich, baritone voice.

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Were Dragnet aware of this crystal foolishness, he would realize it was probably one of the few things that could pick him up, if fractionally. No doubt adding to his already deep seated fears of being discovered. The stealth mode is good enough for government work though….or double plus vigilante work. He sneaks over to and scales the perimeter fence, landing on muted feet as he switches to infrared. He almost prefers it, though night vision still had its uses for detail. He's been watching these folks for a few days though in the way only a professional vagrant and vigilante can though, so he has as much detail as he is probably going to get. He bypasses the initial sentries and scales a conventiently located drain pipe, thanking whatever powers that are for sonic dampening. Because as vigilante wisdom holds, there is always a broken sky…..except when it isn't.

"I get the feeling I just needlessly complicated this. Batman makes it look so damn easy." Though he does peer around at the statement, and almost crosses himself as to avoid evoking lest El Padre Murcielago swoop down and crush him with the weight of his disapproval. Still, there is no helping it. A fist through the glass (with the aid of a minute dose of combat stimulants) allows a clean break, and he drops in the wake of the shattered glass. Which means of course that he has about twenty or so irate gentlemen of indeterminate cartel persuasion wonder why glass is raining down and theres nothing to shoot at. The answer comes in the form of a pair of gas grenades fired towards the two pairs of guards that are the most alert, and Dragnet diving for cover before the bullets start flying. And people wonder why he sleeps in steel dumpsters.

-

"Right there, the el…" And the ghostly elk is gone over a brick wall. May's pretty sure she recognized the creature. "Pull over here, Trip. You have your tac gear in the back?" She considers calling Oracle about the potential elk-sighting, but decides to wait until she's sure she saw correctly. She's pretty sure that the fox-masked man who usually has a ghost elk as a companion isn't a 'bad guy', but he does seem to usually find trouble easily enough.

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"Always." Trip pulls the vehicle over with ease and is throwing the door open to hop out and get to the back. Where some minimal time getting strapped up and tac'd out is spent. "Yours too." Trip also remarks, reaching over to slide a second set of tactical gear towards the edge of the trunk. While it isn't May's personal gear (because she'd kill him for touching it probably), it is SHIELD issue duplicates of all her stuff. Or at least the stuff he could get his hands on.

… Don't ask how he got her sizes in various things.

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The Fox turns as Rain comes on down. He'd been in the process of dismissing the Elk to go in on foot. He's about to greet the witch again when bullets start flying inside the place. "What the hell?" Acting on instinct Kane grabs Rain's sleeve and hauls her behind a dumpster, which might be a little awkward because that means hauling her off a broom. "Sorry. Just wasn't expecting the place to errupt in gunfire."

He peers over the edge and frowns, flipping those tonfa batons. Okay. There's people in there. Er… wait. Kind of people. Person really. One person. In several places… with a lot of guns.

Yaaaaay.

"Okay, you take this." The Fox crumbles a charm and blesses Rain with stoneskin as he prepares to go find out what just happened.

-

Rain smiles to him. "Hey!" He's so cool. A druid. And - whoa! The witch flails a bit as she's hauled off the broom. And he's grabbing her sleeve. Thankfully this isn't an anime or she'd have melted into a puddle of awkward and oozed away. Captain comes along with easily enough. Gunfire? Here? What's going on? And she's got his protective spell at least. She dismisses her broom. "N-no worries, thank you…" She tries not to turn red. But it's like fighting a cactus by punching it. Kind of futile and it only makes it worse. Nevertheless, the two are startled as Kane is. Captain is fluffed up comically, eyes widened and pupils narrowed. "We'll watch your back and help," She offers to the Fox.

And it's true. They will follow him, to see what went down. And if a guard gets into visual range, he's totally gonna be newted if he spots them. "Yeah… but then, people sometimes shoot each other in the face to say hi. Or something. I make huge bank when I set to healing people here." Sigh. But the two fall quiet to investigate.

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Fortunately even while the total cloak is gone, Dragnet still remains irritatingly hard to place even if he is a bit on the pale ghostly blue side. Which means that most of the bullets going his way are usually in front or behind of him. He does get hit a few times, but he's both too shielded by the armor and pumped on the combat drugs to notice. When he makes it to the next series of crates large enough to service as cover he hunkers down, firing another gas canister. Unfortunately this is where they are starting to get smart and stop bunching out since a quarter of those inside are currently dreaming of electric sheep. Or whatever it is multiples of one person do. Meanwhile, for those playing the game outside, there are a good seven guards who, not having been immediately alerted, will probably run into our stalwart heroes outside. Dragnet mutters under his breath as he keeps switches weapons, opting instead for the laser dazzler. If he gasses one to one he is going to run out of cartridges before they run out of clones.

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May looks at the spare tac gear and is about to give Trip a questioning look when the gunfire starts up on the other side of that cinderblock wall. She called it. Where there's a ghost elk, there seems to always be trouble. She hastily shrugs into the tac gear, then tilts her head to indicate that Trip get moving. "Take a sniper position." For her own part, she starts toward the building in question at a jog, keeping the cinderblock wall between her and the gunfire for the moment.

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Triplett is almost already headed in a direction to get a better vantage point for some shootings. He's got his rifle in hand and he's moving off towards the nearest high ground that isn't infested with violence. He's even slapping the modifications and spy scope equipment onto his rifle as he runs, because it looks cool to put together weapons while running in slow motion. Total cinematic action shot. He drops and props, getting his weapon aimed and he starts peering through the scope to try and get a better look at what is going on. It is a spy scope too so there's varying degrees of visuality, including infrared and IFF signatures. SHIELD, baby.

-

Kane crushes another charm as he rushes forward, one that flows into him instead of Rain and seems to boost his strength and speed and coordination given the way he kicks the door in and smashes the first man he sees in the face. Tonfa batons are good for that. He flips off some crates and delivers another blow to the next nearest man… "Er… is it me or were those two guys the same…"-

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Rain is in tow behind Kane. She looks concerned for the druid, and not because of the obvious. She can't get flustered. But he looks awesome smacking a dude with a tonfa and flipping around. She draws her twin pistols, "Sorry, no one would take me seriously with a 12 inch wand," She admits. Captain snickers. He hops down to follow easily, and Rain looks closely at the two. "… yeah, seems so. I wonder if there's doppelgangers or something at work." Maybe clones? Minions? Nevertheless, she's going to newt one poor sap. Fwip! He looks confused, as a newt can be, then scampers past Dragnet. Don't worry.

… he'll get better. For better or worse, the witch doesn't see Dragnet just yet over where he be. Likely for the better, given she's already a pinch flustered.

-

Dragnet's only seeing heat right now. Which makes everything look the same anyways. Nearly half are blind or incapacitated, which brings down the number of rifles as he tries to get in closer. Gas and laser light flashes probably make the warehouse like the worlds cheapest haunted house, not the least of which because he can only do so much aiming before forcing to put his head down again. He recalled significantly less guards the last time. Did someone just unbox half a dozen more between tonight and yesterday? Something he resolves to look into as another canister ejects from the gauntlet. If there is any benefit to the captured nanites, its that they have at least allowed him to be just a tad less conservative with ammunition. Three more go down, either temporarily blinded or knocked out by the gas.

Which is of course when he sees The Noble Knight of the Elk and his witchly comrade. "……" He doesn't even have words.

-

There aren't that many of the identical men left and now that the Fox is amongst them (staying clear of the cloying clouds of gas) they're dropping at a rather alarming rate. Or it's probably alarming anyway, to them. He's not delivering leathal strikes though he hasn't shown an aversion to it in the past. At the moment he's settling for merely crippling. "RAIN! TWO BEHIND YOU! TRASHMAN! UP ON THE DECK! HE'S GOT A RIFLE" He'll handle the rest at ground level himself.

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Rain tends to go for elemental attacks and crowd control. Her eyes widen at Kane's warning. Captain's scampered behind a trash can for cover. Hey, he's a house cat. His combat effectiveness is limited. "Damn you, lack of opposable thumbs!" Is all the rich baritone voiced cat offers.

Rain stays clear of the gas in turn, though she turns to look behind her and pauses. Trashman? Is there a man -? Oh. She stares quietly a moment in turn at Dragnet. Awkward meets IRON HOBO. She looks briefly uncertain before turning to move away into cover. She has to go quiet a moment, looking oddly serene for the surge of a fight. Some witches are majestic, summoning whips and tendrils of fire, commanding the elements and waves of chaos.

And then you have Rain. Who just combusts the two's pants. That's right. Pants on fire. It's effective and distracting.

-

Haven't most of them have rifles? Its probably the combination of adrenaline, data being transfered into motion and neurological reaction, and the lingering taste of peppermint which indicates he's probably a little hopped up at the moment. He looks up towards the deck, running parallel to the prospective shooter to get on top of a large enough pile of boxes to give him the angle he needs. He deploys the dazzler first, trying to blind him lest he try to take any adventurous shots before firing off a gas grenade…..which does incapacitate him, though he does take one in the shoulder. The armor manages to mute most of the damage, but he's probably going to need to patch himself up tonight. He'll be lucky to just be sore in the morning. "Shoulda moved to….Wisconsin. Nothing happens in flyover states."

-

Unless you work at a Wal-Mart, but that's neither here nor there. There's a sound of crunching bones as the Fox puts down the last few men on ground floor and Rain's to 'pants on fire' victims run screaming out of the warehouse. Presumably they'll rip their pants off at some point and flee into the cold winter night in their tighty whiteys…

That should give the cops a laugh.

Twirling his batons, Kane turns around and makes his way back toward Rain and… what's that guy's name again?

"Nice work." He takes a deep breath and look over Rain carefully, then glances up to Dragnet. "Anyone hurt? And… what were you doing here anyway? I thought you weren't a bat."

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Poor Dragnet. Rain would totally offer to heal him if she weren't a bit distracted and dazed. Things are going off around her and now there's guys running out. She tries not to wince at the sound of crunching bones. She totally knows that's gonna be some damage. But he wields batons! How cool is that? Nooooooooooooo. She nods, "You did most of the work," She points out quietly. But then, does the healer really need to do most of the damage, too? Bad game balance, that.

Nevertheless, she smiles at his words. Why is that? What's wrong with her. She moves over, as Captain hops out from behind cover. "My ears! You humans really are practically deaf," Captain sighs, speaking in a Gotham accent and his deep voice. He hops onto Rain's shoulders. That's right, a talking cat. "Do you know him?" Rain seems curious, looking between the two. "I - don't see many guys in armor like that just anywhere," She considers it. And poor Dragnet. Damn engineers!

-

Dragnet looks down at Kane from his not so impressive box fort, though he doesn't seem to acknowledge him right off. He can't go cold turkey when he's consciously engaged the combat software and the stimulants, so he has to take more than a few deep breaths. They will still be in his system, but for the moment at least he seems to have calmed himself. "Fine…" Which is probably a lie. He's probably taken more than a few bruises, which the suit proceeds to inform him of in precise detail. Fortunately, the pain in his voice gets filtered out by the voice modulation "Bats seem to have gotten busy. Gotham as you've noticed is turning a whole different kind of crazy. I just pull stopgap duty every now and again." Though there is a faint tick of irritation palpable even with the lack of facial cues. "Wasn't a Bat the first time, haven't become one in the time sense. Just a concerned citizen who lucked out to have more hardware than your average roof stalker." Even if he's scared witless, even if he really wishes someone else were better at it. But braver, no, better people than him do this on a nightly basis. "Least I can do is pull the occasional emergency shift." Also because those same streets are the streets he lives on. But can't say that, now can he?

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Kane looks the armored man over. He looks like Iron Man. Sort of. Iron Tron Man. Actually he looks like he could be Wayne Tech or something like that. Stark Tech maybe. But in the hands of an ordinary guy? Gotta be a story behind that. And he can tell that Rain's all kinds of interested. "Huh. Well, good job then? I thought maybe there was a haunting." He smirks over at Rain and then back to Drag. "I think it was you."

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Sure, it's armor. Techy armor! "Interesting circuits. Anyway, thank you for your help. I wonder what it was exactly…" Doppelgangers? Nevertheless, she looks back to Kane after a moment, "Thank you," She murmurs to the druid. He's so mysterious! Mystery druid! Not in a box! Hmm. She scritches Captain gently. "If you're sure. Don't hesitate to let me know, I can help you out if you're hurt," Rain explains. "Do you two know one another?" She smiles to Kane at the smirk. Mysterious! "That's thoughtful of you. I am sure you have a good reputation in your own right. It feels weird not to be sleeping in boxes out here anymore." But then, a house landed on her aunt. Is that really a whole lot better?

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Dragnet shakes his head, hand pressed to where one imagines his temple would be. Again, no face…which sometimes makes all kinds of nonverbal communication just not there. "Guess since things are the way they are, I'll have to be subtler than usual." Which is pretty damn. Is it because he's stayed in Gotham too long? Is he becoming complacent? "Don't know if playing Poltergeist or Will O' The Wisp was quite what I had in mind, but I guess if it keeps people clear…" He'll take it. Doesn't mean he has to like it.

He shakes his head again, putting his hands out in front of him. "Thanks, really. Its all superficial, it should repair itself in a matter of days. His gaze (well, where the helmet points) lingers on Rain a little longer. A fellow vagrant, even if not by choice? Curious. Usually this heroing is the province of the landed and enhomed. "You'd think gotten a bullet through a circuit would actually do some serious damage. Maybe an 80's aesthetic thing…."

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"Well, we both do healing but she's better. If you need something…" Call them? He's not about to give out his phone number. Kane has Rain's but… he's not giving that out either. "Come find one of us. If you can."

-

Fortunately, Rain seems pretty empathetic. It's one of her strong points. Rain peers at him, "What? You're gonna set yourself on fire and start cursing tourists or something? I'm sure you'll be fine, even if you have to be quiet," Smile. She knows Will 'O the Wisps. Captain just sighs. "Hey, what do you call yourself? I'm Captain and she goes by Rain." Which is actually her code name because like HELL she's introducing herself as Winter Silverwolf Moontree. No. No one gets the full name. The full name dies a horrible, new-agey death with her one day.

Unless she gets redonk lucky, powers up and gets immortality but that's about the same chance as her ever not being awkward and being flustered over cute druids. So, basically about the same odds as whales taking flight and crushing Congress. She pauses. "If you're sure. I can lend you a soldering iron and help out. And he's being modest, he's really good at his stuff," Rain offers. Then turns r-e-d. Captain batbatbats her face. "Focus!" "Hey, I'm not the one who chased a Bronx pigeon." "Man, pigeons here have switch blades. It's all wrong," Captain points out. Woe. "But yeah, feel free. I have clients around here."

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Dragnet seems to look askance at Rain once she says that. Its not necessarily that she's awkward, he just didn't expect that particular answer. Clearly, he files this as Important Mystical Thing. He listens though as they speak, and nods a few times. He then turns and gives a bit of a wave. "I try to avoid being set on fire. You can call me Dragnet, I guess. I'll keep the offer of healing in mind. Thanks for the assist." He says, before shimmering out of sight hexagon by hexagon.

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"Dragnet…" The Fox notes, not knowing if he's teleported out or just gone invisible. He's not looking for now. "Much better than Trashman."

He looks about and then whistles. There's that hawk again. Glimfeather, not that Rain knows that's the name. "Well, you seem to be out a broom. Do you want me to give you a lift? Don't try eating him Captain. He's a spirit."

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Rain can't see Dragnet's face. Alas. But she seems to know her stuff in some ways. She smiles, waving to him. "That is a wise decision. I also hate being on fire," She offers. "Be well." Then she looks to the Fox. "… Trashman. Hm." Yeah. She agrees. "I -" While Rain CAN call it up at will, this is so much cooler. Her eyes widen. No more turning red. Must. Not. She freezes in place a moment. "Ah, sure. That would be neat. But don't go too far out of your way for our sake…"

Captain peers over. "… well, alright." Just this once by virtue of feline mercy bestowed unto human subjects.

-

"Glimfeather won't mind." And, if Kane is honest, Glimfeather is also easier on his, er, anatomy. "Come on, I'll take you home. Or wherever it is you were heading." With witch and cat secured the druid urges his 'spirit' beast through the skylight (the open one) and into the open air.

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And Kane now knows why a lot of male witches are depicted riding saucers or bowls. It wasn't just the really good drugs. But Rain isn't really one of the party witches. Still, it's way more fun to ride with a really cool druid guy, right? Right. Not that Rain's seeming to have a permanent blush. It must just be the cold air. Really. And they will carefully climb on, with Captain tucking himself into Rain's coat. "Thank you both very much," Rain replies. And really, "We were heading home."

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The hawk gains altitude and the druid rubs at his mask a little. So nice to have airflow. Gets hot under that thing. He glances back, over his shoulder and smiles. "Where's home? And you did rather well back there really. Thanks for the help."

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This is different. Rain looks to him, and smiles back. She looks sheepish. "I live in New York. My aunt's house fell there. But we don't have to go that far, because it'd take you ages to get back." Must. Fight. Awkward. And it's a losing battle, like Snoop Dogg vs a Mac Truck. All that's left in the wind is a bunch of fan art and some paper. "Thank you for your help. You did most of the heavy lifting. But um. Thank you."

-

"Just an hour or so." Glimfeather gets up to highway speeds and of course there's no traffic up here. "And you helped. It's nice to have someone watching my back who knows what I'm talking about. Are you in Gotham often? Oracle mentioned you're with the Titans. I know they're a big name hero team out in New York."

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"Fair enough," Rain smiles at that. She seems to enjoy the feeling of - wait, he seems to think it's nice to have her around? Rain's sort of - really glad to hear that. Aw. She blushes but happily, he's probably steering. "Yeah, it is nice. You're really good at this," She offers. "And sometimes. It was home for a long time. I haven't really run around with them, but I was - under the ocean awhile." Hawkward.

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"Under the…" Might be a witch thing. But Kane thinks probably not. "Right well… glad you're not there anymore." The flight will take a while, so there'll be lots of time for Kane to talk… and Rain to blush.


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