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[serpentinthegarden]

Hey people.

[The man in the dark shades waved coolly at the screen as he sat on the edge of a small stone fence. It was freezing cold outside but in spite of the clouds that appeared whenever he spoke Crowley didn't seem to notice.]

We've all been brought here, had our powers taken and dolled out to us again in much smaller pieces... it's inconvenient, like being trapped in a baby walker... or trying to save the universe with your hands tied behind your back.

Point is, I need some volunteers who are skilled with Light magic, Healing magic, Animal magic, Kinetic magic and maybe another Elemental magic user who thinks they would be up to controlling sand. Think of it as training.

Also Angel, meet me on the Inn roof before midnight. Not sure it would work with an angel and a demon but if it does we could use some good luck for the new year.

[He doesn't know about the fireworks. Those are going to be a nice surprise.]

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[angel_of_death]

[Walter likes his tea strong, but he won't complain too terribly. Weak tea is better than scalded tea, which might turn out to be the case with how early the demon put the leaves in after taking the water off the boil. Better to drink it sooner.]

I plan on training with this new magic we've got with combat in mind. I was in the middle of something when I ended up in the lake, and if I end up back there without my original abilities and a weak magic in their place...

[He shrugs, lifting the cup to his lips to take a long sip. The ending to the sentence is easy enough to guess.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ There's a certain time to put the leaves in? See... this is why Fell is usually in charge of the refreshments. ]

Eh... whatever magic you had before should return when you go back. Right?

[ He took a sip of his own tea and pulled a face at how odd it tasted. But, it didn't taste badly enough for him not to take another. ]

That's the way these things usually work?

[angel_of_death]

[There is an art to making tea. An art that the demon has... yet to fully master, apparently.

Ironically, it isn't the worst cup Walter has tasted.]

I don't know. It's my first time.

[He takes another quick sip, ignoring the slight bitterness.]

Is there a way it usually works?

[serpentinthegarden]

I've only been to one other universe. The way it worked there is your old powers returned once your memories did.

[ Which was nothing at all like their current situation and blew his theory right out of the water. ]

Guess it must work differently.

[angel_of_death]

I guess so. I haven't had any gaps in my memory.

[He even arrived with wounds consistent with what he remembered. Wounds that have since been healed, thanks to his friend.]

Either way, I'm not about to rely on luck. My luck is terrible.