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Since it had started up with this near-constant drizzle bullshit, Preacher had been more and more reluctant to return to the tent she still called home. She was looking into places, of course, but it was a budget-full calculation to discover exactly what kind of place she'd be able to afford. To someone who'd never rented before and had no credit, it was even harder.

Her reluctance to return was based solely on how wet and chilly the nights got. The ground squished beneath her tent, no matter where she moved it to. There were designated tenting spots, of course, but that was for tourists. Tourists who paid. Preacher guessed she was lucky Mercer and the people in HR had never really looked too hard at her address.

But this sight, in the drizzle, was unexpected. Someone was playing wall ball and either he mind was playing tricks on her or this guy was moving the ball without touchingit. Maybe. Preacher squinted and twirled her Totoro umbrella.

"What'cha doin', Harry Potter?" She moved closer, ready to ******** run if it was some weird-add junkie looking to wale on someone. But if this was spooky s**t, she was honor-bound to butt in.

"Well," she said, drawing out the word. "It looks like you're ******** magickin' a ball around your head, so..." She shrugged and spun her umbrella again. If this was someone else affiliated with rainy-a** Ashdown, then, she wanted details.

"So... are ya?"

Something about him seemed familiar - his voice, maybe. But Preacher was s**t with both faces and voices, so she shoved the feeling away. She'd been in Ashdown for about five months and everything was still shiny-penny-new, including the majority of the people. Still.

She shook her head. "First, I'd ask how the ********. And secondly, I'd ask if you weren't in the wrong rainy Ashdown for this sorta thing." She arched her eyebrows at him, not caring if her expression could be seen.

"Sometimes big s**t leaks through, too," she pointed out. Hadn't the events at Blackfriar's been some sort of a leak? "As for how I know - I ask questions, I get answers." Preacher shrugged. She'd always been ********' nosy to a fault and was reminded of it often. Sometimes asking too many questions got her in trouble, too, but she never minded. It was part and parcel and she didn't run from fights.

"What else can ya do? And... don't I know you?" Preacher stepped closer, trying to get close enough to see his face.

Well, that sealed it. Damn dude was someone she knew and pointedly ignoring her questions. "Of course I know the official statement. Doesn't mean I'm not gonna find out what really happened. I'm not stupid." She huffed.

"Most notable thing? 'Cuz you can't do more or you won't?" She fished her phone out of her pocket and, in one smooth movement, flicked on the flashlight and pointed it at his face.

"********' Kuroda. Straight-laced Kuroda. What the s**t." She did lower the flashlight. Although, she thought, flashing a light in Shun's face could be effective if she needed it.

"I didn't know you were in the spooky s**t. So, can you teach me how to do the ball trick, then?"

"Lame," she said emphatically. "I'm not heading over to spooky s**t side to learn cool parlor tricks. It doesn't have its claws in me." Aka Preacher could not, in fact, go over to the rainy bit. An that was mostly fine by her.

"Hey, did something weird happen recently?"