The Universe's Mixer

Slowly, Harry was building his stamina. With Karrin's help, he was getting in shape, eating better, and slowly regaining something like real tone to his body. He had been following Karrin's lead, because he knew how good she was at this whole thing, but Stars and stones, he had been aching as he built himself back. Six months of not moving and of very low nutrition had definitely taken a toll, and coming back from that would take time. He knew that. He still hated it. He had always worked out some, striving to make himself better at being able to run to, and away from, situations. But now he was starting all over, it felt like, and Harry? Harry had no patience for that sort of thing. Well, he hadn't had any. Now, he was having to learn it.

Today was one of his slowly lengthening walks on his own. His strength was not anywhere near what it had been once, but he could actually walk now, and slowly move about, and he had determined to do so. He had managed to acquire a walking stick. Nothing like the staff he was still seeking, but at least it helped him move. And carefully inscribing a few runes on it had been helpful for letting his mind heal as well. The concentration needed for the proper inscription of runes had helped him endure some real painful recovery time, and helped restore a touch of confidence when it did, indeed, help him channel his still recovering magical resources.

Walking in this new City was important, too, for he needed to discover it, to explore it, to feel it's streets as well as he had known and felt Chicago's. The more of it he did, the better he knew it, the more he would be able to do in it with his magic, and the better he would be able to navigate spells and knowledge here. He was a wizard, but he was also a detective, and more than quick wits, knowledge was the keystone to a detective's work. So, today, he was out gathering knowledge, and seeing the sights, and possibly swearing at various aches and pains a little. Ahead, on the right, he heard a scuffle from the alley there, and a voice, female, raised in either anger or fear amongst the noise. Without even thinking to do so, his steps quickened, an odd gait with the stick helping him along, as he moved toward the sounds. Harry had never been able to resist helping others, especially women, when they were in need. This had led to multiple adventures.

As he came around the corner, his eyes widened and he stared. "Stars and Stones..."

Logan could avoid like the best of them. He was good at self-denial, self-deluding... yeah, usually he was good at drowning his sorrows only that wasn't exactly an option anymore. Not unless he found a drunk person to feed on. Which he certainly had done a time or two, but his issues with self-control in regards to alcohol seemed to translate into looking for that 'buzz' in a somewhat different way as well.

When it came down to it, there was only so long he could postpone telling Veronica about his new status of being technically dead. Or undead as it were.

He was scared out of his mind that he'd lose her again. It seemed he was always on the edge of losing her and this situation was no different.

All the same, he finally manned up and worked up the courage to drop in for a visit.