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[punkblaze]

[In some uncrowded area of the Plane somewhere, things are pretty quiet. And plain. And empty. ... Until just a second ago, anyway. Because now, there's a building here - a stone, Victorian-looking thing that, while obviously sturdy and structurally sound, does look like it's been... left alone for a while. There are cracks in some of the windows, plenty of dust to go around, and some of the accents seem a little worn. Nothing a little love wouldn't fix though, right?

There's also a redheaded punk standing on the porch, staring at the front door. He's quiet for a moment or two... but then he laughs - a little incredulous, but mostly excited!]

Hey no way, that actually worked!

[He grins, leans against one of the posts at the top of the stairs and shoves his hands in his pockets. He looks pretty pleased with himself, all things considered. For good reason: this is going to be the best project ever.]

Wonder if Emil's here anywhere...

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[punkblaze]

[Nod nod!] Down to the studs. And pretty much the only walls stayin' up are the ones around the kitchen. So. That'll be fun. [Grin!]

Oh uh, need me to go get you some tools? Like a sledgehammer or somethin'? Or do you have your own ways? Heh, I didn't even think about it 'cause I've got my spells.

[betrayedtwin]

Hey, if you have a sledgehammer or anything back home, I'll definitely use it. I could punch holes and pull stuff off that way, but tools will safe me time. [He flexes and rolls his shoulders, preparing himself in case he has to go the completely physical route.]

So, you're a magic user, huh? What can you do?

[punkblaze]

I do fire. And my focus is explosions. [He grins. He likes seeing how people react to that bit of news, so sue him~]

And yeah, I do. Hold up.

[He drops from the Plane... only to return about half a minute later with a sledgehammer! As well as a full toolbox, and a crowbar - because they were around, and would probably be useful too - if not now, then eventually.]

Glad no one's gonna miss those. Time stoppin' back home is the best. [Snrk!]

[betrayedtwin]

Wow. [He whistles appreciatively.] Gotta love a good explosion. I've gotta do it the old-fashioned way with grenades or blowing up a gas line.

[North retrieves the sledgehammer, hefting it easily in his hands before casually slinging it against his shoulder as he wanders over to a random wall.] Yeah, it really comes in handy at times like this. The Plane can be really weird, but it has its perks. [He can think of a couple right now.]

Want me to handle this side of the the house and you get the other?

[punkblaze]

Hey, grenades and gas lines are just as fun. [Wink!]

Damn right, it does. Curse and a blessin' at the same time, yeah, but still. [Man, he could probably write essays on his conflicting feelings about this place. Don't get him started.]

And yeah, that sounds good. [Nod!] Doubt this'll take too long with the both of us goin' at it, heh.

[betrayedtwin]

Sure they are--until you use up all your grenades and the gas lines are all burst. [He chuckles slightly, shaking his head. If things are ever that bad that he's exhausted things like that, then he'll definitely be in trouble.] Can you ever run out of magic?

Bet we could get this done in an hour or two if we really set our minds to it. [He's never actually torn down a wall before, but he knows enough about home and building construction that he knows better than to just swing at will. He taps the wall a bit, listening for the different sounds until he hears a deep thump. North hefts the sledgehammer again and gets ready to swing back.]

Well, here I go! [Aaand thwack! The head of the sledgehammer is buried deep in the wall, dust particles flying into the air.]