WHO: Much and Will, the Doppleganger! WHEN: Monday night WHERE: On Lucifer's lawn WHAT: Manly men, using a stakeout as a cover to talk about lady troubles WARNINGS: TBA
It was not quite raining, but it had been earlier, and Much had eyed the lawn in front of the imposing manor and thought about how slippery the wet manicured grass would be underfoot if it came down to a battle. He had bought one of Tuck's swords, to the stakeout. Didn't know how much use it would be against the actual forces of Hell but it made him feel better having it close.
He and Will were a few metres up off the ground, sitting in a tree so they had a different angle of the house to watch, so they could see anything coming across the lawn toward the main tent. It was also possibly to keep the lads who didn't had divine fireswords at their command out of harms way, but Much preferred not to think of it in those terms.
But there'd been no sign of fireswords, or Lucifer, or minor demonic activity, or anything except one of the saints coming by the foot of the tree and passing up a couple of fresh pieces of orange cake. Much had scrambled down to get it, then hauled ass back up to his spot next to Will, passing him a square. "Any of that thermos tea left?"