Log:Restoring the Commander's Lawn

2021/07/15 Spirit Zeal Grimm

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Zudares Mansion

A large mansion, with white stucco walls and white columns out in front, stands set back from Colonial Heights Boulevard. There is a fence around the property, but one can still see the building.

It's the morning after the night of the living spells. Grimm got her spell a quarter right. The rest? Well. You mispronounces a bit of latin after getting distracted by a text and suddenly the spell splits along with her own magical nature, going off to have grand adventures without her.

And now that that's all settled, Grimm has come to face the music. She teleports without a gate to the neighborhood where Colonial Bay's upper crust live, pretty close to the Zudares mansion, and walks the rest of the way until she gets to the gate.

Dorian is outside with Zeal with Grimm arrives. They're looking at the grounds carefully.

Zeal says to him, "You said that Grimm said that magic did this?" Zeal Zudares is quite a good looking woman, with black hair cut in a bob. She's dressed stylishly, with a form fitting faux-leather waistlength jacket, tight jeans, and a halter top.

Dorian nods. "Yeah. I'm sure it'll be an interesting story."

You know it's serious when Grimm is up early in the morning. Well, early for her. And this is early for some others, too. She presses on the gate callbox's button and waits, though her shadowsight tells her they're already in the lawn. "Umm. Hello?" she calls out.

Dorian walks over to the gate, and opens it for Grimm, "C'mon in, Grimm." He smiles slightly. "I'm definitely looking forward to hearing what happened."

Zeal walks over as well, waving to Grimm. Though she folds her arms afterward.

Grimm walks in looking guilty as sin. Like the kid next door who hit a baseball through a window. She offers a sheepish waves to Zeal. "Umm. Yeah. It was an unfortunate coincidence..."

Zeal nods as she listens. "So what happened?"

Grimm knows Spirit is pretty reasonable by reputation. Zeal...is a bit intimidating, though. "Well, some magical spells were drifting around the city, and a spell of untidiness came...through...here," she says, realizing Zeal (and maybe even Spirit) aren't all that knowledgeable of how these things just happen when it comes to magic.

Zeal raises a brow. "Drifting? On their own?"

Dorian looks confused by it as well. "Umm...I feel like something was left out there."

Grimm nods. "Yeah. They even reacted to danger when one of the city's magical experts helped me track them down and would try to move away. I'm not saying they were sentient, though." She has definitely left some part out there.

Zeal sighs quietly, "I take you you were the one who cast the spells in question?"

Grimm freezes a little at the question. "Ummm. Spell. Yeah," she says sheepishly. "But...I was no where near here when I did it. I-I'll fix up the place."

Dorian nods. "Where were you?"

Grimm sighs. "Outside the city where I live. It's the residential track past Harrisburg."

Dorian nods, and looks to Zeal.

Zeal sighs, "I knew that the insurance policy was a good idea. I just didn't expect to have to apply it to something like...this."

"Does it have an Act of Porter clause? Could try and, ah, file it under stand," Grimm offers nervously with an attempt at humor. "But really, I can fix all this." With more magic! What could go wrong?

Dorian raises a brow. "With magic, presumably? Or do you have a landscaper as a friend?"

Grimm is a bit nervous and says, "Yeah, with magic. But a magic I have mastery over. The spell that went wrong was someone else's that I was practicing."

Zeal looks over at Dorian, and they lock eyes for a moment. One might think they had a mental connection of some kind...but it's just the kind of connection that comes from being around someone a long time. She then nods. "I'll willing to give that a try. It would save a lot of money, if you can fix it that way."

Dorian nods in agreement, "I'm inclined to agree."

Grimm would definitely suspect a mental connection, as she can't really fathom having that sort of bond without one. Not yet, anyway. "I was able to fix up some damage from metahuman fights before. A big one. And some other places. It shouldn't be a problem. It just might take me a bit of time, but I'd say this place would be back to normal before lunch at the latest."

Dorian smiles. "Well...we'll let you go to it, then. I suspect us hanging out will just make you more nervous, right? Or at least if Zeal was watching you." He gives his wife a wink.

Zeal snorts, "I'm not that imposing. Unless I want to be."

"A little, yeah," Grimm admits guiltily to them making her nervous. Though it's not clear, since Dorian also mentioned Zeal being the culprit for it. She grins a little at Zeal's retort. The woman definitely has a presence to her.

Dorian nods. "We'll head inside, and let you work on whatever you need to do, Grimm. If you need anything, just contact me."

Zeal nods, "I have a couple of calls to make, and a virtual meeting in an hour and a half."

Grimm nods. "Okay. Sorry again about this. I'll let you both know when I'm done," she offers and smiles apologetically.

Zeal nods and smiles, "Thank you for making it right. Or trying to. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. I'm pretty sure it'll be alright in the end. I'm going to be extra careful this time," Grimm assures her. She's also not going to use spells, but rather her own more reliable, reality altering powers to stitch things back to the way they were.

Dorian nods and smiles. "Well, you don't need to rush it. Fixing it well is more imporant than doing so quickly."

Grimm nods and starts walking over to some broken light fixture along the walkway. "Well, I can do both, but I'll make sure things are pristine over getting it done fast," she promises. She holds her hands down and out a bit toward the fixture. Darkness swirls from her and washes over it. The crack in the glass mends, and the tilted fixture straigthens.

Zeal looks impressed. "Wow. Very nice. Thank you again, Gabrielle." She smiles and goes to head back inside.

Dorian steps over to Grimm, and says quietly, "Seriously...thank you for owning up to this. It says volumes about you."

Grimm feels a little guilty that she was afraid to confess to the crime. And this one is a minor one compared to others she's committed. "You're welcome, have a nice day," she says to Zeal, not sure if she should be called Mrs. Perrault, or if she still goes by Zudares. She looks to Dorian as he steps over. "I don't know about that," she says, that guilt being felt in her gut. "But it was my mistake. And I can fix it at least. Some mistakes aren't so easy to fix."

Dorian smiles. "Don't sell yourself short. You're here. That's what matters." He then nods, "I'll leave you to it." And he heads back toward the house as well.