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It was always something wasn't it? One day it might be cultists trying to unleash a demon god on the world and then the next the evil empire next door has declared war. Not today though. No, today Drew had the distinct pleasure of taking part in an epic battle of good versus evil. Arrayed against him was a combination of orcs, dragons, goblins, and other foul things whose stench alone could beseige a castle. It was probably the orcs. They never bathed and ate some of most disgusting things imaginable. Drew wrinkled his nose briefly. Battles were bad enough when they didn't stink to the high heavens.

Not that he was fighting alone. Facing an army of hundreds, perhaps thousands, on his own would be suicide. King Sam had brought his army when notified of the threat. In fact the man himself was taking part in the battle. Well, he would do after he stopped ogling his voluptuous bodyguards. Not far from the king stood the elven archer Mirror. Darn good shot but Drew had never quite figured out whether it was a man or a woman. Mirror hadn't ever parted with it's real name either so he couldn't judge by that.

Last but not least was fair Princess Calley. She was quite beautiful until she opened her mouth. Calley was unfortunately smart mouthed and rebellious to boot. It was her smart mouth that had started the war that led to this battle. Of course the lady had paid for it. One of the enemy warlocks had bestowed a curse most foul upon the dazzling woman. In times of crisis her body would twist and morph into that of a hideous dog. The tragedy had not dulled the maiden's tongue at all though.

After the usual shows of force and what not from both sides the battle began. Drew had little time to keep tabs on his allies as he was swamped by orcs and goblins nearly immediately. He severed limbs and removed heads as swiftly and efficiently as he could. Occasionally he heard the sound of one of the Mirror's arrows whistling past him. There were also more than a few frozen fiends lurking about the battlefield signalling that the king had been busy as well. Just as the tide was beginning to turn an ominous roar rung out over the battlefield and Drew awoke from his dream.

It really was an excellent decision to take a taxi here. Saved Drew any number of hassles. He removed his bag from the back and paid the driver before heading up to the gates and onto the mansion grounds. It was good to be home. It felt like he'd been away for a lifetime. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, Drew headed on into the mansion to see what his returning would bring about.

Drew wanted to ask Becca what she meant but he was standing up and fishing out his wallet from his back pocket.

"Hold that thought Becca and I'll be back shortly."

Whatever it was it seemed he wasn't the only person to have issues recently. Frankly that didn't surprise him at all. Drama was a common occurrence in Mansion life. Perhaps just mutant life in general. Whatever had happened to Becca, he'd be there for her. Once again he waited through the line, this time ordering some chicken noodle soup and returned to the table a few minutes later bearing a steaming paper carton of soup and a plastic spoon. Setting them down in from of Becca, Drew put away his wallet and sat back down.

"And there we go. As for my travels they were...interesting."

That was definitely an understatement. He had gotten a bit of real traveling done. In fact most of his time had been spent that way. It was only the past day or so that was different.

"Anyway, enough about me. What happened?"

Because realistically, while Becca may have missed him someone only said something like that if something had gone wrong that they'd wished you had been there to help with.

It was a good sandwich. The coffee wasn't bad either. Drew was glad that his memory hadn't failed him in thinking this place was good. Unfortunately he only had time for a few bites of the sandwich when his meal was disrupted by a swiftly moving red head that halfway tackled him out of his seat. It was only through luck and some coordination that he managed to remain upright. The voice was a familiar one but it was incredibly difficult to focus on anything when there was a rather perky set of breasts occupying most of your vision.

Drew could certainly appreciate the view as he was hugged nigh to death by the red haired apparition. An apparition whose name he remembered to be Rebecca. When last he'd seen her she'd been an awkward Irish girl just settling into the Mansion. This was certainly a change of attire for her. Though he was glad to see that she'd become more sure of herself Drew detached the eager ginger from himself.

"Good to see you too Becca. You've certainly changed a bit since I saw you last. Want something to drink or eat? I'll pay."

The outfit she was wearing didn't seem quite appropriate for the season to him but it wasn't his place to judge. At least that was what he told himself to keep from reaching over and zipping that coat up himself. Drew was well aware that women could get away with less. However after his experiences while he was away he was used to attire that covered more. Getting used to his old life again would take longer than he'd thought.

Physical Attributes, Personality, and Fighting Style revised to bring them in to line with current Drew.

Styx had perked up as the encounter continued. Kaitlyn wasn't quite up to lying smoothly to Allison. It was easy to read the lies in her manner and speech and then she compounded it by diving for the note. Styx shook his head. He was loathe to attack Allison. Strange as she'd been she had still survived and that was something. He didn't want to attack her. However if his hand was forced he'd have to defend the church's interests somehow.

Kaitlyn's spur of the moment acknowledgement of Allison's undoubtedly sarcastic comment forced Styx's lips to tug upward at the corners for a moment. That was one way of going about it. Though he did wonder just who she thought she could use for the patsy in that scheme.

Drew is obviously in though I can't swear as to my posting ability due to RL responsibilities.

In another lifetime he'd sat in this building and studied frantically for tests. Now Styx walked it in a haze of nostalgia. His purpose for coming here had been to pass a message to Kaitlyn. The fellow immortal had infiltrated the Amazons and was doing what she could to abate their destructiveness with targets that could fight back. Targets that wouldn't be missed. It was a goal he approved of. Not necessarily because it helped others. More because it ensured that the Amazons were less of a threat. He could care less about the people they hit so long as they weren't with the church.

But Death had been given the task of ferrying messages back and forth. Maybe it was because he was out of the church so often. Maybe Sebastian just thought he needed to help out a little more. Whatever the reason he'd made the journey to NYU to deliver the next target. Kaitlyn would be along soon to pick it up and he would leave after she left. Styx intended to check on the town on his way back. Gina was there and he wanted to make sure she was doing well.

Behind the crumbling ruin of a bookshelf Styx observed Kaitlyn as she retrieved the note and read about the group with the ridiculous name. Then again she was undercover in a group called "The Amazons". The sound of the rock bouncing caught his ears at the nearly the same time as Kaitlyn's. Styx frowned, though it wasn't visible in the darkness of his hood much less behind the scarf he always wore. Either it was an animal in the rubble or the younger immortal had been followed. Styx tensed for a possible confrontation and continued his observation.