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14 North Moore St
Manhattan
Mid-Afternoon

The door opens on a cloudy day in New York City; the air is cool, the winds are stirring, and the alley, as usual, has more than a few discarded papers and plastic bags blowing around. "Looks about right," Ray comments, stepping through. "Welcome to New York City, folks."

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[hell_in_highheels]

"Catwoman? Really?"

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"Among other roles, yes," says Ray. "Right now she's rather enjoying her current residence. Egon built the golem pretty physically formidable."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Who the heck is Catwoman?

"Did Egon design the ritual for her specifically or did she simply show up?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"I wasn't under the impression you could build golems for specific spirits, but then again, I wasn't under the impression that you could build golems in general, so..."

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"It was purely an accident," Ray says. "Some of the lore indicates that that sort of thing happens from time to time as a warning against hubris, but I'm not making a particularly in-depth study at the moment."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan isn't particularly fond of hubris.

"If you've taken the proper precautions, there's nothing to be worried about," he theorizes.

[hell_in_highheels]

River catches his scent and smirks, but holds her tongue on this one.

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"Anyway, the point is that Egon's taken Miss Eartha to the book show at the Armory so that she'll carry any particularly heavy purchases home," Ray says. "They should be arriving fairly soon if you wanted to say hello."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan eyes River with a barely restrained eyeroll. Yes, we can wait. Amusement is shot all through his scent.

There's a faint hint of unease, too, though. He knows Egon, but he doesn't know this Egon. It's rather odd.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Books? Real, paper books?"

You could light a small city with the power of her grin.

Thank you love!