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The note was rushed and legible for the most part. Vaguely mentioning something about Nik and a cafe. It didn't go into exact detail on who he was with if anyone. Further down the page in the second or third paragraph it went on to describe a canyon and collection of Hoodoos, where she most likely was. Of course this was depending on the fact that Torment was to come home before they got back. Something that wouldn't need to be pointed out if he had found it in the first place. It then ended rather abruptly and was simply signed Kalie.

Tor looked between the note and the rear end of the house, torn. It had to be Vince back there, he heard him say something even, but not exactly what. Memories of giant pillows and a wonderful sunset passed through him, followed by thoughts of Vince, not exactly the most stable person recently. With a regretful sigh he turned to head back inside, leaving a mere image to talk to Vince. Tor would soon be gone, and the Image would be heading back to speak with Vince.

The Image rounded the corner just in time to see the explosion, and admittedly was rather impressed. He leaned against the wall where he was, a rather dim Shar floating near him, "There are much more effective ways to bloe the ******** outta something, ya know."

The Images chuckled, "How exactly do you expect to get it out of the Elite Plains? Interplanar Post Office?" Shar floated closer to Vince, but the Image stayed, Shar hated all the damned suns here, he could never even manifest unless inside. The Image continued, "Besides, how can you be sure it'll even get to him? Or that someone else won't get ahold of it?"

The Image stared at him, "And what if my father returns by the time your little present does? Friends we are, but I'm trying to rebuild my family, not blow it the ******** up. I'm not sure if I can allow it to leave this place. Besides, blowing up the offices risks injury of a great deal of a people, innocents. Is there nothing else you can destroy that would give you at least some temporary satisfaction?"

The Images narrowed his eyes at Vince, "Vince, while I applaud your creative thinking, I think there may be something seriously wrong with you. Why are you even doing this?"

The Image shook his head, "How exactly do you think ******** up the GPD is going to help you get your badge back? If anything, they'll come after you for it. You simply can't stand off against the GPD as you are. Hell, I might be able to if Edy an them kept off me, but you, no chance. I mean god ******** dammit dude, the current commish is a Blood Magus. Get close enough to him and you'll regret having so much of an ounce of blood in ya, which is what'd be left when he's finished."

Nik wasn't all that bad off, save for being sick to his stomach vaguely. Just a teeny bit too much. It settled after a moment, and he leaned this way and that, finding his mark. His body pressed to the other's and his face buried in his neck. "Too much, damnit." He had taken off his shirt on the way in, losing it on the stairs, and letting is slighty tan form show off to the world. He was too drunk to care. Instead he pressed his face further into the other's neck and winced. "Where's my room?"