Have we met? Good question.

"Well, I'm new to Blood. The only person I know around here is ita, but I haven't seen her much. I know Jesse and Vortex from another dimension, but. . . wait. Knut the Difficult?"

"Difficult? Yes. Yes. That definitely sounds like me."

"I do know you, sort of. We met a long time ago, at a kind of literary Salon, and a bunch of people who used to go there ended up scattering to the four winds. I go by the same name, but others have changed identities. Actually, if you don't mind me saying so, you seem to have changed quite a bit, too."

"Yes." He drifts off. This doesn't seem to be a happy topic. There is an awkward silence, and I am glad when Mrs. Thorne opens the door.

"Everything all right, dear?"

"Fine. Fine. Mrs. Thorne, I have a friend who needs a place to live. He's very quiet, and very low maintenance."

Mrs. Thorne glances at Knut, employing whatever internal radar she has in her power. She seems satisfied.

"He can have the green room on the ground floor. It's not fancy, but I don't think you'd want that." We follow her into the house and down a passsageway. Mrs. Thorne takes an extra set of keys from her pocket and hands them to Knut.

"You can keep whatever you like in the fridge, as long as it doesn't eat other people's groceries. No parties, and no overnight guests without letting me know first.You can use the sitting room and the garden, and I serve a buffet breakfast at 7 a.m. for anyone who's up. No extra charge for the dog, but you supply whatever he needs."

"Thank you,. You won't be sorry," says Knut. Mrs. Thorne pats his enormous forearm and leaves us.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I'm not sure, Knut. You seemed to need something, and I sometimes do things on impulse. Hell, that's why I was at Milo's in the first place."

"What were you looking for?"

"I was looking to fight evil, but I'm not sure where to start. You interested in that kind of thing? Fighting evil, I mean."

When I finally come round, Dagfari (the house, in case you missed the telepathic memo), has tided up, unpacked my few possesions, and replaced the things I was missing but really need (like my toothbrush. He explained that well-bred vampires really knew the need for a toothbrush). I hope they aren't stolen, but when I tackle him with that he just says, "You've been out for hours, lady. I have a few friends who helped," and I decide I don't want more information than that.

After breakfast, I set up the magical balancing tools. (They were in the back of a cupboard, all neatly put away with the proper protective spells, although without a password. I nearly asked Dagfari, but then didn't. The last thing I need is to be upset again.) It takes care and attention, in which process I learn much about the patterns of the place. Blood is one exciting city.

There's a newcomer - an old friend to some, new to me - but he's balancing things up a little. Not that Blood will ever slide off the scale, unless into laughter or porn. The little black and white static I keep getting eventually turns out to be the penguin speaking: it's countered by a talking rabbit having a rant. Yes, everything is good in Blood.

I go back to bed.

Ryan knocks on my office door.

I'm busy looking out my window cultivating my existential pose.

"Boss."

"Hmmm."

"Bunch of evil stuff is happening."

"How're we stocked for Fiendish Flit?"

"Four cases."

"Okay, well make sure the residents all have a can handy. It's extra strength right? The stuff that makes Cthulu sneeze?"

"Yeah."

I muster a sigh, trying to get that perfect world-weary spin on it. It comes out petulant. I clear my throat.

"Awww, fuck it, let's go unlock the armory too."

"I was looking to fight evil, but I'm not sure where to start. You interested in that kind of thing? Fighting evil, I mean."

"Well . . . it's a Yoda thing, I guess. You know, the 'wars don't make one great' thing. But sometimes it's necessary. In fact, there's something going on right now. I was going to ask DX about it, or at least if he knew how to get in touch with ita. You don't know where she is, do you?"

Penny shakes her head. "We were hunting the other day, but I haven't seen her since."

"Ah. Well, she works alone a lot, and she's more attuned to the Balance than any of us. Likely she's already at work."

A thought occurs to me. I'm still attuned to the earth and I ought to be able to check for . . . impurities, so to speak. I do a slow scan of the ground of Sang Sacre, the tunnels, the basements, the secret lairs -- a fierce blast of infernal energy stabs at me, and I feel wards strengthened to expel my consciousness.

"Yeowch!" That was painful. Zar pauses in her scratching and gives me a disapproving look. I'm still a little stunned that Mrs. Thorne could see her.

Penny raises her eyebrows again. They're getting a workout.

"I think I found the problem." I take the key Mrs. Thorne gave me and fit it to the lock. "But until we know what we're dealing with, there's no point charging in. We need more information." I swing the door open, and see glowing letters on the wall:

"What can Miracleman do for you today?"

"Huh," I say as the letters fade. "That might be a good place to start."

I feel the shadow buck and ripple underneath me. A wave of repulsion surges towards me, and I let it break around me as it searches for the intruder that activated it.

Nap time is over. I step into shadow and gesture to the wolf.

"Show me."

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Under my feet, the floor ripples. I intially suppose this is just one of hte usual side effects of Bob getting creative, but then I hear a crash from the kitchen and Achmed swearing some more.

"OK, now what is this? Achmed, you OK?"

"Yes, sitt. Someone's mucking with the great balance. The whole city must be feeling the ripples."

I crawl out of bed and stomp towards the closet. "All right, that's just enough of that." I dig through the clothes and pull out, not something to cover me, but a scabbarded great sword. Silver, forged by lightning, quenched in blood, etc. etc. "I was willing to be patient and let all the power struggles work their own ways out, but the balance is the balance, and it's supposed to stay, well, balanced!"

Bob snickers, and I spin and point the sword at him, aiming right at the bridge of his nose. "And no more snickering out of you, mister. This is your city too. And, dammit, I cannot deal with all these distractions right now! I've got a deadline to meet! Am I making myself clear!"

Bob's eyes are real big and trying to cross to keep track of the sword tip pointing at him. But there's also a very disturbing smile creeping out. "Yes'm, very clear, sorry if I did anything wrong. Do I need punished?"

I put the sword tip on the floor and lean on the quillons. I so did not need to know he had that kind of kink too. I may never get anything accomplished ever again.

The cats are acting odder than usual. The store cat won't leave my side, and she's usually quite standoffish. Boots has been chasing things I can't see all day, not just at 11 pm. This isn't a good sign. The last time the cats were this crazy was right before the big battle.

I've learned my lesson. I'm staying out of whatever's to come, unless I am attacked. It's become more and more difficult to live here for someone who is not Magically adept, or a Warrior, or connected to the otherwordly things in this town.

I'm just someone who loves books.(and I haven't found L-Space yet,alas) I wish luck upon the forces of Good, but I have nothing to offer here.

"Deimos!" I yell.

My lazy minion appears. "Yes, boss?"

"Do you have my supplies?"

"Yes."

"Good. Good. Bring them to me now." After a weekend of enjoying the city, it's time to get down to some evil. I pull out the vampire ribs I saved and start preparing an enchantment.

Deimos comes in with a good selection of blood, scales, eyes, and other basic supplies. A little bit of that, a little bit of this, and I'm ready. I toss the bones to the ground and they sprout into two skeletons complete with a couple of razor sharp bone swords. Not bad, but I fold in a bunch of wards to counter any spells used against them and a few other magical enhancements to speed them up a bit.

"What do you think of my army Deimos?"

"It's very nice army boss. I've never seen a better one." My spineless minion lies.

"Don't lie. It doesn't look like much does it. Bring in Pete."

Deimos leaves to find Pete. Moments Deimos returns with a massive, heavily muscled demon comes lumbering behind him.

"Grrrraugh?" asks Pete the demon.

"Destroy that skeleton." I point to one of my creations.

Pete swings his huge flail and shatters one of the skeletons. The fragments of bones sprout into a dozen new skeletons as they fall to the ground. I invoke the word that activates the skeletons and will them to attack Pete. It's not much of a fight as the Pete is far to slow to defend himself and is quickly diced.

"Now go and kill Miracleman and any who oppose you." I command. The skeletons hurry off to complete my order.

"Well, Deimos we have cast our first serious attack."

"What happened to the shadow demons boss?" Asks my minion.

I have to think about that one. "My spies reported that he returned the package via an enhancment, but I warded it against such a thing. So... I'm not actually sure where they ended up." I shrug. "It's not really our concern."

I browse scrolls from my collection of nifty evil spells. I find the one I'm looking for, a good fundamental spell to shift the balance way over to the dark. "Time to get to work Deimos." I look over the spell for any missing ingredients. "Looks like we need to bag another Unicorn, you know the drill."

I'm sitting at the table nursing a cup of tea in the KeepsItWarm Mug (™) and flipping pages in the poetry section of the Flatland Review, when I hear a rustling noise in the front room.

I press the button that'll keep it from burning a circle into my tabletop, set my mug down, and go to check.

The mail slot is still swinging. And there's a package on the floor! A little mussed, a little smudged, sender address almost totally obscured, but ooh! Someone's sent me a package. I pick it up and examine the return address. H-g----s ----ol? Something. Huh. Maybe it's my new automatic pancake-flipper from Hagmir's & Harold's.

"Well, thank god," I mutter as I take it into the kitchen. "I've been waiting for that to arrive for weeks."