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See Nita. See Nita jog outside. Jog, Nita, jog.

Nita re-enters the bar from the lake, red-faced and puffing a bit. I am waaay out of shape. Yeesh. She orders a soda and leans against the Bar, looking around for interesting people as she catches her breath.

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So, your powers just hang out in animal form?

*Tim watches her a moment.*

Does that mean Ponch is probably a power too?

She blinks. "Hi to you too. Ponch? No, Ponch is. . . just Ponch. Wizardry does strange things to pets -- you should see Tom and Carl's koi." She blinks again. "Wait, how do you know Ponch?"

Something clicks. "Oh, you've met Peach. She's a special case." She rolls her eyes at the understatement.

"How's Ace?"

Ace is good. She's healign well.

*He nods.*

Peach wanted me to talk to you about magic and prophecy.

"Good."

Nita cocks her head. "Did she now? And you haven't answered my question. How do you know Ponch?"

She did indeed.

*Tim shrugs.*

Seemed to think you were to eager for prophecies to be blunt.

"Hmm." Nita takes a sip of her soda. "Actually, Peach is pretty good. The problem is that I never know what she's talking about until after the fact." She thinks. "Okay, I take that back. She helped out a lot during our Ordeal." With a shrug -- "I know it's in the nature of prophecies to be vague. It's just annoying."

*Tim watches her.*

My destiny is to either save the world or destroy it, no in between. Vague can be useful.

She blinks. "Geez, I'm sorry."

*Tim shrugs.*

I've gotten used to it. To be the worlds next Jesus, or its next Lex Luthor. Doesn't really matter that much to me what they say I'm destined for, i just want to live my life.

"That makes sense. It just seems like a lot of pressure."

She casts around for a subject change. "Oh, by the way, do you still need security?"

*A shake of the head.*

We got more then enough people applying.

"Okay." She looks a little disappointed. "I guess I'm not the only one who wants to work off a tab. Any idea how many people are Bound here?"

About one fourth of a 1000 people.

A little staaaring. "There's a thousand patrons here?" She looks around the Bar, which doesn't look any more crowded than a normal gathering place. "Am I missing something? They must not all come in at the same time, right?"

Jusr under a thousand by my count.

*Tim shrugs*

Growing steadily.

"Wow." She takes another sip of her soda. "And 250 of those are Bound? So the Bar must be bigger inside than outside."

"By the way, how is it that there's space out there" -- she points at the observation windows -- "but lake out there?" She points towards the back door.

About that. Much bigger inside.

*Tim draws himself up.*

There is a very long and detailed explanation about that.....

*His eyes twinkle.*

It's magic.

She grins. "Ah. Of course. I should've known. Who made it?"

Peter Pettigrew made the back yard.

The name means nothing to Nita. "It must have taken quite a bit of power."

So i hear.

*Tim shrugs*

I wasn't here for it. Scuse me hun.

*And he's off.*

She blinks at his abrupt departure, but shrugs and goes back to her soda. Security issues, probably.

[OOC: Fin?]

((ooc: Yup))

[OOC: Cool. Thanks! And thank you for not canon-puncturing Nita. Yet. :-P]

((ooc: Let me know when shes ready, And I'll be more then happy to do so.))

[OOC: *grin* Will do. I would have you do it now, but I'm about to break her into a thousand pieces anyway. Dealing with canon would just be too complicated.]

((ooc: Woot breakage))

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