Who: Damien and Virgil When: Night Where: Park What: Conflict Rating: TBD, possibly high Status: In progress
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Damien Thorn was feeling better. His wounds had, by this time, completely healed. There simply weren't any on his body anymore. It was almost as though he had never been shot. He needed new clothes, of course. But he was not wearing a sling or walking on crutches. He was walking in the park now, a phone to his ear as he sat down on the bench. "No, Susan.. that's the thing. I'm healed. I guess God does work in mysterious ways. It's the only thing I can think of. Some monsters, evil crooks, wanted me dead. I was limp. But now, I walk again. I'm sure there's a plan for me."
He paused, laughing as he still talked. "I know, we aren't the religious type. But surely, we can admit that there are great forces at work. I'm sure if I was meant to perish... than I would have. Say, got those TPS reports filed? Okay. That's good. Any new employees? Oh? Three. Yeah, okay then. Yes.. yes, great work. I'll see it in the morning. Oh, I also wanted to ask, maybe... you doing anything tomorrow night? Well, just curious, that's all... I don't really have plans either. Alright.. no, ask me whatever you want..."