Call me Dean.

A relieved sigh came from Crowbar and he picked up his hat, putting it back over his head. Gods, he hoped that this whole trickster thing was blowing over – that it was just a scare, something that would be put to rest on it’s own accord.

Dean sat quietly, nodding a little as Crow continued to speak to him. The Felt had a point, obviously; there would be risk moving around the manor, especially when it can be almost impossible to predict the movements of the Tricksters, or any of the Felt at all.

“Hhhf.” He rubbed at his own face, headache knocking against his brain. Speaking of, why does he have a headache, anyway? It could be from exhaustion, but the slight swelling on one side of his face doesn’t really add up.

“Nothing noticeable, no. Things have been in the clear, I think there’s only really one of them left amok. Haven’t seen much on the website to say otherwise.”

Send my muse a wet dream and they will rate it on how they wake up:

I’m sure that’s how it is. This one doesn’t either. I got lucky that Crowbar had a similar reaction to you when he first saw me.

I can always get Crowbar’s crowbar and beat the crap out of your “immortality” that shit can break time itself.

The manors tend to sort of blend together, I think. I’ve seen alternates of the same people here without jumping.

My manor?..How did you even get here we don’t have transportalizers working.

Fin, I’ve been here for the last two days. I have conditional immortality, and that includes a couple of other abilities.

What I’m doing right now.

For the most part. I sometimes have visitors, but I live alone.

Parents are dead.