[voice]

[synthedick]

[Getting no word from Henry or Maketh as demons are spawning in the city, Nick steps in.]

Guard, report in. Long story short in case you missed the memo: there are demons in the city.

[There's the sound of shuffling paper. He's been taking notes from what's come up on the network about these things.]

Inquisitor Trevelyan is closing the tears they're coming through, but until she gets to them all, it's our job to keep folks safe. Stick to your patrols, send word if you need backup, and if it comes right down to it, do what you need to do.

[He signs off with that. Time to keep trying to get a hold of the actual leaders of the Guard. Them being missing is not a good sign.]

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[publickenemy]

You got pulled away once before. How the hell am I supposed to know... In case you haven't noticed there are demons all over the place.

[ She trails off. A few weeks. That's how long it's been since she's seen Nick around. Word is with Ellie that he went off on a case and never came back. She'd even had been putting up the office, because going missing usually meant one thing.

Piper may not look any different, but she notices that Nick does right away. It's not noticeable until he's up and around the desk, the cane and new wear on him. ]

Nick... what happened to you?

[synthedick]

A year in this place happened to me. This isn't the first time I've needed some repairs.

[Probably won't be the last time, either.]

I assume someone has given you the general rundown of the city.

[publickenemy]

Your friend mentioned that you'd been here a year. I didn't believe it at first, but... I guess there's that question answered. To me, you disappeared two weeks ago. Investigating a missing persons case.

[ despite the oddity of this situation she's glad to see him - well, mostly. It doesn't hurt to have a familiar perspective, one that she knows and trusts. Not to mention there aren't many people that she really can call a friend and banged up is better than gone completely.

But, from what she's seen and heard it's not entirely a good thing. ]

I've heard a bit. [ She's skimmed the network over a bit as well, to try and piece things together as she can. ] It's all true? About the gods, and not being able to leave?

[synthedick]

[He'll ask which friend it is she bumped into later -- he's got his fair share of people who might call him that in the city.]

Yeah, unfortunately. They're using us as living batteries, even those of us who aren't technically 'alive.'

[A year in this hole, and he still doesn't think super highly of himself. Obviously, none of the gods are focused on generating self-worth.]