 Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
"This Wandastian Epitaph person sent me a letter yesterday, asking for the use of my Healers." Anthony had yet to vacate his chair, moving instead to steeple his fingers on his desk's surface. "With how it was written, I was left little choice in the matter...and if I would not have agreed, there'd be even more of them here currently." None of this was sitting well with him. FYI.
With all due respect, yes...Anthony understood. So, this was how it'd be all day, then. Good. He wasn't relocating from this office. Health Evals be damned. "St. Mungo's believes that because we operated in questionable facilities last year, we're a danger to the public." He sighed. "They think we have stress and anger issues."
In essence. Ticking time bombs. How absurdly cliché...
"I believe Gavin was threatened with the Prophet." Not that it absolved or excused anything...but it was hard to make decisions with that sort of pressure hanging over ones head. Especially when they had worked in some awful places; his department especially. An abandoned asylum. It would raise concerns with intelligent people.
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________
Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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