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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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[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.]