OOC: Uh. Huh. So ... I guess that this ...
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Art shrugged. "Sure. Everybody hop in." And he himself climbed into the driver's seat.
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... and this ...
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Art started the car and drove off, glad to be on the clear side of the road.
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... didn't happen anymore?
>.> Okay. Fair enough.
Art shrugged. "Not waiting for anything. Everybody hop in." And he himself climbed into the driver's seat.
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OOC: Get ready, Splat.
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A huge, friendly grin broke out on Fisher's face. He ignored the weapons pointed at him completely. "Well, Joseph Slade, in the flesh! And such a flashy entrance!"
Fisher turned and smiled at Grace. "And now, my dear, we should be going. Mr. Slade and I have some business to discuss." Facing Slade again, like they were old friends. "Allow me to take you and your pals -" he indicated Silvia, Daniel, and Olivia "- somewhere more comfortable."
And Fisher magicked everyone away, leaving Grace alone ... and dropping the protection on the house...
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Fisher and the others were now in a pleasant office. Red carpets, red drapes framing a full wall picture window, a deep brown desk, surrounded by identical scarlet leather chairs. Fisher sat behind the desk, and Slade and his cohorts were seated across from him.
"Mr. Slade, please forgive my abrupt actions. But I'd like to form a sort of partnership with you. We have equal skill, and I think that if we were to combine efforts, we could accomplish many goals. What do you think?"