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"Same here...Uh...Lady." He should have thought to ask her name. "I live here, though mostly down there." He motioned to the hole in the wall, "And mostly I keep Doc outta trouble... Transportation, kidnapping, helping mind the house..." Voyager watched the lady move things and make things like a five-year-old "Ooooooo magic! Sorry, never heard of the dude, hope ya find him though." Voyager had limited earth abilities, but making things wasn't as pretty, and he couldn't move things.

Sciurus entered the room, arms full of blood bags which he carried over to the blue woman. "What trouble? I don't get into much trouble. What you really do is keep me from ever having peanut butter, since apparently you're obsessed with it." "What? I ain't obsessed, it just tastes good, that's all!" "I wouldn't know, you'd never let me near any." "Eh... You're a psychopath, I'm a ... peanut-phile. So what?" I'm not a psychopath, I'm a surgeon. And obsessed is probably the only word to describe you with.

Down in the tunnel, Orrin had gotten himself lost. Only, he didn't even realise that he was yet. When he went back into the tunnel, he accidently entered the wrong one. While he had thought it best to head back and wait for the kind and huggable car to return, he was now heading somewhere completely different. And once again, he found himself wondering how the tunnel could feel longer each time he walked through it. Only this time, it actually was.

As he went there, humming a certain title song, he soon stumbled upon the spot where a wall had been. Only this time, there was an opening. And this was the exact moment upon which he remembered there being several tunnels. With a sigh, he banged his head into a wall. Why didn't I at least check which way I came? He glanced back. It had been a rather long walk... And outside, the sun seemed to be about to set. Quite a lovely evening, actually...

Carefully peeking outside, the coast seemed to be clear. Orrin found himself in an empty alley, next to a large dumpster. Food... Clumsily climbing into the dumpster, he found a half finished pizza, and could not have been happier. Old Pete, however, was not too amused. After seeing a corpse take over his dumpster, he carefully snuck away to find a new place to crash.

"Laguna." She replied. "And what I can do is control any Liquid I know of, and manipulate it to my will. Well, almost any...I haven't tried Lava yet. Given that Fire is a Plasma, I'm not sure if it'll even obey me." She turned toward the man, taking one of the Blood Packs he'd set down and moving it over to her. "As a Succubus, I can also shapeshift my body in various ways. Most of my kind use it to make themselves more attractive to targets..." She then pointed a finger at the blood pack, morphing it into a sharpened point which she used to poke a hole in the pack. "I've found other, more practical uses for it. I'm not as practiced as I am with Water control, but I'm learning. Trying out all manner of uses." She willed some of the blood into the glass she'd made, mixing it with the rum. She took a drink, smiling at the taste. "Mmmm...Just what I needed." She set the glass down and looked at the doctor. "I suppose you're curious about magic, having not seen a lot of it. Have any other questions?" Laguna inquired.

*That New York one? I dunno...my characters all tend to have some form of magical quality to them, and a few rely on it. Aside from Darxian, who is closest to normal (and even then, his hair's nowhere near normal), I don't think my characters could translate over to it very well. I'd need to dig someone from the Closet of Past Entities...or use Caron. Aside from being a womanizing nympho, I haven't really made a concrete story for him. Could pester converse with Leviathan or something though...*

*Or explain it through scientific means, like a genetic thing, but instead of Crystal it'd be stark white. It's possible, certainly...Yeah, my mind's already thinking of ways Darxian could be slapped in. He's only got three magical things anyways (Hair, Dagger being a Semi-Sentient weapon, and his control over the Earth Element, which he doesn't use for much but transportation, anyways), so he could fit in with a few minor changes. I don't have any Art of him, but I do have an Avi Outfit with Items I've made. Do I need to do anything in particular to join in, seeing as you want me to?*

*Ah, okay. I'll see what I can do*

He observed her demonstration with a tilted head and furrowed brow. The liquids, he could understand some form of telekinesis, but how did she shapeshift, anatomy wise? "Interesting, but how does your body handle it? If you shift to have a tail, and someone cuts it off, what then?" Sciurus got a notepad from the living room while Voyager was still thinking. "So this magic... Was it something you were born with, or did you have to be trained?" Voyager looked around the room. He wasn't usually super forgetful, but things tended to smoosh together recently.

Then something poofed as he glanced at the stove. "ZOMBIE! Yeah, your friend doc, He's ok. Last I saw he was snoozing down in the tunnels." Sciurus started, realizing he'd almost forgotten poor Orrin in the chaos. His eyes narrowed at the van's statement. "What tunnels?" "My tunnels. He just wandered in. I could tell he was hungry but he didn't seem to want to go back up..." Voyager trailed off, and the following silence was kinda like the one before the first crack of lightning goes off in a thunderstorm.

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