Log:Vandal Spells

2021/07/14 	 Radical Grimm Maddie

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Here, where Colonial Heights Boulevard comes sweeping down the ridge from the heights themselves to meet Stardancer Boulevard, is considered the civic center of town. Official-looking buildings in Colonial architecture give it a typical East-Coast feel. The back roads are chiefly residential, inhabited by those, perhaps, that aspire to live in Colonial Heights proper, though there are some businesses as well.

Radical receives a panicked voice message from Grimm. "Hey, uhhh. So I did something stupid. Stupider than normal! I need some help. I was practicing some magic Harlequin taught me, and things went wrong. I've tracked them down to West Colonial Heights and--cRRSHSSSHHHHH". The message ends in the sound of electrical static and then goes dead.

It's Wednesday night at 9pm. The city's just gone dark from sunset a short while ago, and yet this part of the city is ...not? Parts of it are in light as day in patches, while parts are in complete and total darkness. Other sections have been thrown into disarray, with trash cans tipped and litter all over the place, while other sections are more pristine and clean than they've ever been. It's a patchwork of spots of this general chaos throughout the neighborhood, and reports of similar have traveled through from Harrisburg and beyond prior to this, the latest place to showcase such phenomena.

Radical grabs his gear, and jumps through dimensions a couple of times, only to appear seemingly out of nowhere in West Colonial Heights, trying to make a guess as to what Grimm was mentioned in her message.

Upon arrivals, he arrives in a bright spot that feels like daytime. It covers about a 32 meter radius, though he's not in the center.

Good in a fight, Maddie is leas good in weirdness with a capital W, except that she keeps an extremely levelheaded. (Which may simply be a result of having insufficient imagination.) She stumps down the sidewalk, looking at everything with a degree of dubiousness.

Radical tries to give Grimm a call again, though he can see the light spells in question. "Odd."

The call goes straight to voice mail.

Maddie stumps forward to the edge of the weirdness, a green shimmer foickering about her as she eyeballs it. After a moment -- okay, after a few -- she shrugs, and the greenness around her intensifies as she pulls her left hand out of her jacket pocket, a round shield manifesting on that forearm. So 'armored', she steps into the odd patterns.

Radical can't sense Grimm nearby...but decides to go ahead and try to dispel the light spell that he's seeing. If nothing else, they'll freak people out. He reaches out with both hands...and starts to channel the magic of Order to unravel the magic of the spell in question...and reinforce reality.

The spell is...slippery. Maybe this is why Grimm called for help. It shifts just out of the way of the spell and starts to move, like it's aware.

Maddie looks over at the spellcasting Radical -- she's seen Helen do it enough to recognize it, at least -- and thumps over. "What's the weirdness?"

Radical doesn't use large hand gestures or an incantation. Just raw channelling. But his magic is still obvious. He nods to Maddie. "I received a call from Gabrielle Grimm. A message. She was practicing some magic that Harlequin taught her, and say said she 'tracked them down' to this area. And the message cut off. Calls I make go directly to voice mail now." He then points to the light spells. "I can tell that those are spells of light. Thaumaturgy. I went to try to dispel one, and it actively avoided my spell. It...makes me wonder if I was dispelling merely a spell, or if Grimm was transformed."

Maddie grunts, eyeing the area of light. "So it's alive?" she wonders. "That seems a little daft, but I've been told that there are all kinds of weird things."

The central point of the spell, the emitter itself, begins to try to float away. It's something only Radical's magical sight can see, but Maddie can see the radius of the light spell moving away from them by twelve meters.

Radical furrows his brow again. "It's moving away from us. If it was Grimm, she wouldn't do that. I think."

Maddie grunts, and looks around at the other strange patches of deep darkness and sunlight. "I dunno. Yer pal strikes me as more licorice than sugar."

Radical chuckles. "I...do not really know what that means."

Maddie blinks for a moment. "Got a bite that dont bark first?"

Radical raises a brow again. "You're saying she would attack with no warning?"

Maddie grunts, moving with Radical and keeping up with the floating light. "Only ornery people an' the really smart ones are like that," she says phlegmatically. "She strikes me as a good bit of both." Glancing at the friend of the woman under discussion, she realizes -- "It's kind of a compliment, honest."

Radical nods again, finally just letting it go. He looks over toward the spell that he had initially been following. "I'd like to find her. She might be able to answer questions about what we're seeing."

Maddie grunts. "Betcha techboy could find her. Er where her phone is. Or last was. Evan something."

Radical nods slowly. "I'll try looking into the past, to see if she was nearby. That might give a clue." He steeples his fingers...and focuses on the past at this location, trying to anchor on this place, rather than the past of a person...and watching the threads of people as they pass.

Radical blinks a few times. "Okay...so, I tracked the light back toward Harrisburg. I ran across Grimm in the past. She was chasing down another of the spells. So at least it means she's definitely not in that one that I tried to dispel."

Maddie blunks for a few moments, and then hazards, "That's a good thing, right?"

Radical nods. "It's a good thing. It means the magic around her might have messed with her phone, rather than her getting transformed. That'd definitely good."

Maddie only shrugs; to her, weirdness is weirdness. Like the ocean, it doesn't matter how deep it is -- if you mess with it, in any scale, you are going to wind up wet. "Okay. So what's for doin next?" She is also a very trusting soul, in her way.

Radical thinks about it. "Probably tracking them down and dispelling them. And hoepfully we come across Grimm while doing so?"

Maddie shrugs again, this time at the hopeful questioning tone in Radical's voice. "Sure. An' anything comes weirding at you, I c'n hold 'em off."

Radical nods, "Thanks. I appreciate that. It might take a bit to dispel each one." He then starts to head after the one that he initially tried to dispel, jogging, and then teleporting...but making sure to stay in line of sight of Maddie so they don't get separated.

Once he's close enough, Radical tries to dispel the light again, extending out a hand toward it. His hand glows white as he reaches out with the magic.

A relatively athletic woman all around, Maddie keeps up easily, even without breaking out the right-hand binding.

Radical shakes his head, "I didn't get it solidly. This might take a few tries."

It takes some time and channeling, with the Light spell being slow as it tries to evade. It's like it's aware of the assault on it. The light begins to dim, and then suddenly draw into a single point that fizzles with the last of its mana as Radical asserts order in this neighborhood once again.

Maddie nods to the mystic, the round shield vanishing and onlybabbit of reflective green flickering about her now and then.

Radical nods. "I guess we should see if we can get a good view of the other spells? Can you get to a rooftop on your own? I could teleport you up with me, if you need it."

Maddie nods. "If it?s necessary," she says, then admits, "Jus' don't like trompin' over other people's roofs."

Radical nods. "It would give us a wider view. Tell you what...wait here. I'll be right back.

Radical teleports upwards to a nearby roof to get a better view, and hopefully spot something that draws his attention.

Maddie nods and stays put, looking around for Weirdness while she does.

Radical teleports back down to where Maddie is. "I didnt' see Grimm, but I did see a sphere of darkness, a few blocks over."

Maddie grunts again. It seems to be her primary method of communication. "Which way?"

Maddie gestures more-or-less east. "Hearin' some outhouse language over yonder a ways. Might be your girl."

Radical points in the direction of the spell. He then nods, "Let's follow what you heard, then. More answers would be better than trying to deal with this blindly."

Maddie grunts a third time, then starts off by jogging down the street -- then bounding -- then really leaping for some distance.

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.

East of where the Light Spell was defeated, following the distant cursing Maddie heard, our heroes find themselves in the nice part of Colonial Heights, in a row of mansions. This street is not well kept, though. Finely manicured hedges are in disarray and ragged looking, trash is littered about the street, nice cars are coated in layers of thick dust, and the lights along most of the street and burned out in a path.

In a pleading yell-whisper is someone beyond the open gates of one of the mansion driveways. "No, god, not the Commander's lawn!"

If Maddie had to guess, whe would have no idea what was going on, and wouldn't be shy about saying so. Now, she makes another great jump, thumping down with a couple of jogging steps at the end. "I heard someone," she tells Radical, then gestures with her (light blue) spear forwards, towards one of the gates. "Up there."

Radical teleports to keep up. He then nods to Maddie and teleports again to go see who's they've heard, attempting to get a line of sight on them.

The said lawn of the Zudares Mansion is currently getting thrashed by a spell that is burning out the lights along the walkway paths, shorting out security cameras, causing dirt to spell out from manicured flower beds, causing leaves to shed from trees like it's the Fall, and dust and debris to be blown about everywhere. Gabrielle has her hand clapped over her mouth as she watches in despair. "I'm so fired," she murmurs between her fingers.

The Zudares Mansion is 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.

Maddie bounds a but to catch up. "Fired?" she asks, that being the only thing she's heard.

Radical says to Maddie, "She's part of Starguard Gamma. I bet that's what she's referring to." He calls out to Grimm, "Gabrielle!" He waves to get her attention.

Grimm gasps and her head whips around nervously, thinking she's been caught. She quickly realizes it's Radical and experiences some sense of relief. "Oh thank frickin' heavens, you found me. This effin' rogue spell burnt out my phone!"

Radical walks over a bit closer, "So, what happened?"

Maddie grunts in ... well, acceptance, at least. Releasing the spear makes it vanish, and she looks around at the place, a certain amount of distate in her expression.

Grimm chews on her lower lip, looking embarrassed to have to explain to Radical. "I...was trying to cast some spells Harlequin taught me to help...y'know...freshen up my place and tidy up. Brigthen it a bit. But...well. My latin pronunciation isn't that great yet..."

Maddie looks around for a few moments, then observes, "Looks like it didn't work right."

Radical nods. "So...how many are loose? I dispelled one already."

Maddie reaches up to scratch at the crown of her head, looking about. "Looks like a bunch."

"You did? Whew...which one? There should be three more, including this one," Grimm explains as the Anti-clean spell moves like a whirlwind, messing with the lawn of Commander Perrault and Zeal. Some tiny fallen branches are blown across the walkway. "This one's been a pain. Can you dispel it? Fix all this? This is the worst place for this spell to have wandered to."

Radical starts going about trying to dispel the spell. "I used to be able to correct this kind of thing pretty easily. Not any longer, though." He reaches out, channeling more Order magic.

Maddie looks around at the mess the Spell of Myschievous Mayhem has created. "Doesn't look so bad," she opines. "The farm's worse. In a lot of ways."

The mayhem reduces some, the leaves and dirt scattering in smaller amounts.

"Yeaaah, but this is Colonial Heights. And this is a very particular house, so...this is sooo not good," Grimm says in urgent, hushed tones.

Maddie snorts. "Someone important?" she asks. "Radical said somethin' 'bout Starguard Gamma er somethin'." She looks around again, and shrugs. "Just buildin's."

Grimm looks appalled by Maddie's casual attitude. "It's not just a building. It's the Commander's home."

Radical nods. "Zeal Zudares lives here. And her husband. She's a CEO." He chuckles quietly. "Her husband is the local commander of SGG." He keeps directing his magic to try to wear down the spell.

Maddie eyes the house. "Good pay for a ... oh. Sure." She shrugs at the information. "Just a house, miss. Buildin's for what you need it for. Seems a lot o' house -- but Helen an' I's now in one wit' what, seven, eight bedrooms? Still gettin' it all fixed up right."

Grimm nods gravely. "I'm honestly more afraid of Zeal Zudares," she says. The spell finally settles and disperses, going inactive.

Radical sees the spell dissipate, and the magic flow back to Grimm, "These spells...they're your power. You unleashed your powers out into the world."

Maddie's eyebrows lift. "Been told that's a danger."

Grimm's shoulders hunch up and stay there like a kid about to get scolded. "That's...that's not...I wasn't trying to do that..."

Maddie rolls her jaw, perhaps worrying at a tooth with her tongue. "Astrid said 's a stupid dangerous thing t' do, just havin' power out there wit'out control. 's why she taught me wit' these." She flips her hands -- well, fists -- back and forth a little, to indicate the leather-wrapped bands about each.

Radical nods. "We should find the other two. Then we can look at what you were trying to do."

Grimm blinks at Maddie's fists. "She taught you...with...punching? I'm not exactly a figther." She looks to Radical and nods. "Which other spell did you get rid of?"

Radical rubs his chin. "Light. I saw a darkness one in that direction." He points off where he saw it.

"Okay...that shouldn't be too bad. Darkness, and...I guess the tidying spell I was originally trying?" Grimm thinks. "This one was one of the bigger pains in the butt. I wonder if the warranty covers something like this."

Maddie shakes her head. "Allus had the, the glow, left 'n' right," she explains, then glances towards where Radical gestures. "Took a little less damage, hit a little harder. Astrid, she said I di'n't know what to do, weren't controllin' it. Gave me somethin' t' focus on. Now --" And the left side becomes a green aura with circular shields echoing through it, a Viking-style round shield firm on her left forearm; in her right hand is a yellow flail, shading to a cyan-blue as she anticipates having to go bounding off again. "Said spells was like my hand-straps, but f'r magic. Give ya control."

Grimm blinks at the weapons and looks hesitant. "Okay. I'm not sure how that'll help me yet. I'm usually a little more in control of my powers, but these aren't mine. These are someone else's spells I'm trying to learn."

Maddie shrugs, releasing the flail. "Mebbie not somethin' so ... big? An' in a language you know?"

Radical nods. "We can evaluate what you did right and wrong after we finish cleaning up." He teleports to see if he can get a line of sight on the darkness spell.

Grimm rubs the back of her head and grins sheepishly. "Maybe. Big is usually a thing I do. These were meant to be tiny. And I only cast two spells." She looks over to Radical just as he vanishes. "Well, I'm glad he's on it. I can't really...sense...magic at the moment."

To the south of this street, now a little further east than before, is a patch of darkness in the neighborhood lights, drifting slowly like a cloud.

Maddie shakes her head. It's a damn good thing she isn't her ward at the moment; Helen would give Grimm /such/ a pinch. Maddie looks around to see where Radical bamfed off too, then looks aside at Grimm again. "You comin'?"

Grimm is tries to sweep some of the littered walkway with a foot. She listens to Maddie's question, looks guiltily over her shoulder at her Commander's mansion, then looks back and starts jogging to catch up with Maddie. "Yeah, I don't think I should stick around."

Radical returns to where the other two are, and indicates the direction. "That way. Let's get going." He teleports again, though he doesn't get so far out ahead to be oiut of sight of either of them.

Maddie nods, trotting after Radical, and watching for Grimm to use a more ... energetic method of movement besides just foot-power.

Grimm mutters a friendly warning to Maddie, "He's not much fun when he's like this." She tries to focus on teleporting, but...nothing happens. "Guess I'm on foot," she groans, and starts jogging after Radical.

Maddie grunts. "You mind bein' carried?" she asks.

Radical sees that Grimm is running. "I can carry you along, if you like. Or she can carry you."

Grimm looks over at Maddie. "I'm...not often carried." She thinks of Maddie's weapons and her rough and tumble nature. "Uhhh. Maybe Radical should? I think that's a smoother ride."

Radical nods. "No problem." He teleports over to where Grimm is...and then carries her along as he folds space.

Maddie looks around to locate Radical, and then it's run, jump, and bound after him as they pursue the darkness.

Grimm is accustomed to Radical's teleport style, and even a bit to being powerless. It's still a bit jarring, but maybe better than getting jostled around by a meta that bounds about.

As the group gets near an intersection of this residential area, a turn to the left reveals an orb of darkness about 16m in diameter where it's hard to see, but not impossible for some. The streetlamps around the edges are even dimmed. It floats along and a pair of joggers and a woman walking her little lapdog are heading toward it, then stopping as they try to make sense of why the lights are going out ahead of them.

Radical seems to literally just...walk, as he and Grimm step from location to location. He gets into range of the spell..and starts to work on dispelling it. His hands glow with a white fringe again while he attempts to unweave the spell.

Grimm has to try and time her steps with Radical's to keep up with the jaunts and not trip up too much. Maybe it's just a little too hard to see the spell's core, but his spell finds no purchase. As if alarmed, the darkness quickly rolls away from the group, and toward the civilians, who get swallowed up with startled shouts.

Maddie is a /very/ nice ride; just ask Helen some day, if you ever think about it. She ka-thump-thump-thumps past the lapdog-woman, giving her a /look/ that might (okay, probably) will make her think that Maddie is some supervillian out to pillage and loot the area. To be fair, Maddie has /opinions/ of dogs being turned into lapdogs, but then she's in the darkness herself. "Hey!!"

Radical looks to Grimm, "Can you control that at all? It is yours. Try to exert some will on it to still it.

"I...don't know. I can try. I don't have any of my powers, though." Still, Gabrielle is willing to try. She takes some steps forward and then whoosh! Maddie charges the darkness past her. She feels one....and then quickly two and three contacts with her weapon. The first feels more like she hit through something that was viscous. The darkness moves along 7 meters. But the other two were solid hits. Flesh and bone and surprised shouts as the joggers get slammed away and down the street out the other side of the darkness.

The two hapless joggers land with an awful thud and awkwardly on limbs that don't receive the impact well. They roll a little like ragdolls and remain still after they come to a rest.

Radical sees the joggers come flying out. "Those two injured civilians takes precedence. Heading that way." He teleports over to the joggers...and starts to heal the first one, with his healing spell.

The worst of the injuries of the joggers are healed. Broken bones knit and return to their original state. The worst of the abrasions begin to heal, but they aren't fully restored yet. With groggy groans, they are starting to regain consciousness.

Radical says to the joggers, "Stay down. I will finish healing your injuries." He then continues to apply his magic toward their injuries.

The darkness drifts back another meter away, Maddie now past its center by 2 meters. Then the darkness reactions, moving away from Maddie by 12 meters, leaving her 14 meters from the center. The spell is showing some self preservation skills. As it moves away, Grimm stumbles a step back and is overtaken by it. "Hey, no, wait..."

The second jogger wakes up, a little sore and scraped up, but they have no idea how bad a shape they were in before. "What happened...?"

Radical nods. "A...loose magic spell confused things. I'm not sure what hit you. I didn't see it. Or who. But you should be okay now."

Maddie eyeballs the way the Darkness retreats, trying to gauge where the center of it might be. "Punk chick! Hit the pavement!!" she shouts. The spear draws back, she takes a couple of steps forward, and then she thrusts the spear forward -- not charging like she was, but going for a straight-shot at where she thinks the center might be.

Grimm hits the dirt in a panic. "Ahhh!"

Radical grimaces...and pauses his healing, since the two joggers are mostly healed. He focuses his will again on the darkness, trying to dispel the magic.

Zephyr enters from Sky Above Central Colonial Bay.

The spell begins to unweave the magic holding the darkness spell together, but it doesn't completely dispel it yet. It moves more urgently away, another 12 meters.

Maddie scowls; the thing keeps moving on her, and moving away. She /does/ spot Grimm having hit the deck; smart thing, that. Giving the spear a shake, the yellow form loosens and lengthens into a whip. "Let's let you not get too far away yet, mebbie."

Radical can't move closer if he's going to actually try to dispel it. He needs to get more smooth with his magic. He remains where he is...trying to focus on the core of the darkness...attemptign to pick it out with his magic senses before he reaches out and attempts to continue to unweave the magic.

The darkness begins to shrink and fade at the same time. With a soft hissing sigh of magic unraveling, the magic is dispelled. For those with magical senses, Grimm's magical aura has regained some of its strength.

Radical looks around. "So...just one more to find?"

Radical teleports up to a rooftop to use his magic sight again to see if he can spot it.

Grimm nods, picking herself off the pavement and dusting off the gravel from her palms. She's a little scraped up from that dive. "Yeah, one more."

It's hard to tell in such a usually clean neighborhood where a tidying spell may be. It's only with his magic that Radical can sense it in a pristine neighborhood three blocks southeast.

Maddie tilts her head to one side, having wound her arm back and converting her spear into a whip -- when the thing goes bye-bye. "Sorry," she grunts.

"I've...had worse. A dragon once almost turned me into red paste fighting a villain. I'm...not so sure she was really fighting the villain at that point," Gabrielle smirks.

Radical points off southeast, "That way, about three blocks." He teleports back to street level. "We all set to keep going?"

Grimm nods and takes a breath. "Ready when you are."

Radical again goes ahead and takes Grimm's hand to be able to teleport her. He makes sure to keep in sight of Maddie as they continue southeast.

Maddie just nods. Presuming Grimm will continue to go along with Radical, she bounds off, going point to point between locations she can see. Tromping through somebody's cabana would probably be a bad thing.

Grimm holds on to Radical's hand, trying not to since from the scraps on her palms. She's just glad not to be rough housed by Maddie more than she already is.

Radical teleports several more times, making sure to keep in sight of Maddie, eventually getting to the area where he spotted it. "It's a spell of...tidiness. So...hard to spot visually." He looks around again with his magic sight. "It's kind of like what I used to be able to do as the Cartesian."

The magical radius and its edges are visible to Radical's magical sight, but visually...well, the place is sparkling. All the cars looked washed, lawns nicely trimmed. It's when he sees some garbage floating into one of the trash cans left out on the street for garbage pickup tomorrow that he's certain this is the place. It's more thaumaturgy that is similar to Harlequin's magic.

Radical chuckels. "This one doesn't seem so bad, honestly." He reaches out...and his hands start to glow white again as he attempts to dispel the magic.

"Well, this is the one I was actually trying to do to help clean up my place. I was tired of the shadow goblins making more of a mess than they were cleaning things up," Gabrielle admits and sighs, looking around at the handiwork. "Well, at least this one seems to have gone right." Radical's spell takes hold and builds towards dispelling it. Rather than running away, the spell drifts towards the group to draw them into its radius. It begins doing what it does. Tidying. Dirt smudges on clothes vanish, as do wrinkles. Stray hairs becomes perfectly groomed, and so on. Grimm's own hair goes from it's more loose rocker look to drifting up and french braiding itself intricately like a bride's. "Hey!"

"Maybe," suggests Maddie, "we could herd it over to clean up the mess the other one made."

Radical finds his leather armor gets...polished, with scuffs getting removed. "I should be used to that, but I'm not." He continues trying to dispel the magic, hoping to return Grimm's powers to her.

Maddie, tidied up, is little different than her normal look; the leather of her own jacket is returned to almost new, her jeans are cleaned, but her presence has always depended on her aura of 'don't mess with me'.

After doing its work, and a faint chiming sound, the spell is unwoven. Grimm's full powers return to her as she takes a breath. "What a mess. Thanks, Radical," she says, embarrassed.

Radical nods. "It is okay. We were able to clean things up. Well, in some cases, literally."

"Most if it," Gabrielle agrees, worried about the Commander thinking his place was vandalized.

Radical chuckles. "Though you might want to speak to Spirit about his grounds."

Radical says, "Or his wife. Both have a pretty good reputation of being understanding."

Grimm cringes like a kid being told to fess up. Which...well, she is in some ways. "I...guess. But I can't afford to pay to fix for that landscaping..."

Maddie snorts softly. "You got friends; ask 'em to help."

Radical nods in agreement with Maddie. "It also would be better for them to hear it from you...rather than try to cover it up, and have them find out later through other means."

Grimm inhales through her teeth with a hiss. "Yeah...okay. You're right," she sighs.

Maddie grunts soft amusement. "Don't hear that much," she says.

"Here what? 'You're right?" Gabrielle chuckles.

Radical chuckles quietly. "Maybe you could get Harlequin to use his magic to fix it? Since it was his spell you were attempting to learn?"

Maddie nods to Grimm's question. "Or ask Helen to put some alfar on it."

"I don't think Alfalfa is going to regrown that lawn," Grimm says with certainty. She rubs the back of her head at Radical's comments. "Yeah. Maybe I could. I'm sure there'll be a price for it, but...at least it'd get me out of any dog houses with the Commander."

Maddie snorts. "Alfar. Elves, like in the fairy tales. We got a few helping get the farm into shape."

Radical nods. "That...might work? I'm guessing they're good workers, like the ones who helped the cobbler?"

Grimm thought it was just Maddie's accent. "Oh. Those Alfar." She decides not to correct the tough looking woman.

Maddie nods firmly. "They got clans what do particular things," she says. "Some for trees, some for fields, some for animals, some for making certain kinds of things."

Radical nods. "Probably still a cost involved, but it's a possibility."

Maddie ughs. "Too true. We got abseious grocery bill right now, 'til we get to producin'."

"I'll guess I'll see which option I can afford," Gabrielle takes a breath. "So I owe the Commander, and you two."

Maddie shrugs. "Nothin' owed, 'cept mebbie a beer some time."

Radical chuckles. "And you do not owe me anything either. I mena...you don't." He breathes deeply, as he starts to feel the effects of the repeated use of the magic of Order start to diminish.

Grimm raises an eyebrow at Radical with a knowing grin. "Drinks for both, then."

Radical nods. "Alright...fair enough." He chuckles again.

Grimm points to Radical. "A drink is the quickest way to get your contractions back," she teases with BS logic.

Maddie blinks for a few moments, clearly not understanding the issue ... though having it explained to her would likely result in the same bafflement. "When you gonna go over? I don't know if now 'uld be a good time; 's pretty late."

"I probably should deal with the Commander's lawn first," Grimm admits. "So...drinks another night?"

Radical nods. "Another night. Better contact either the Commander or his wife now."

Maddie's eyebrows lift; this Commander guy is apparently pretty relaxed about being contacted late at night. Well, 's not like /she/ sleeps, so maybe there's people who don't either.

Grimm nods reluctantly and gets out her phone, firing off a text to Spirit about a magical incident that violated his lawn.

"At least with it being so late, I don't have to deal with the Commander until morning," Grimm thinks aloud.

Maddie grunts. "Had to say that out loud, didn't you?" she comments. Even /she/ knows that tempting the demons of bad luck is unwise.

There's a text back from Spirit after only a few minutes. << I'll take a look. Thanks for the head's up. We can talk about what happened in detail tomorrow. >>

Maddie looks over at the sound of Grimm's PDA going off. "Betcha it's him."

Grimm's blood runs could as she gets a quick response. "Oh shit....it is," she gulps as she reads it. Not that he's said anything bad or scary. Just that he responded already. She forgot an important rule: The Dead don't sleep.

Grimm swallows hard and texts back. << Okay. I'll work on getting it fixed tomorrow, too. >>

Another text comes back from Spirit, << Wow. Did a number on the yard. Magic, huh? We can talk details about what happened tomorrow, like I said. >>

Grimm chews on her lower lip and responds back. << Yeah. Rogue spell. A local wizard helped put a stop to it, but it wasn't in time to save your yard. Sorry. Have a good night.>>