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[synergismus]

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[blooddrinker]

Alright, that settles it. 'She' is the trouble, and not someone in need of rescue. All desire to rush into the house like an idiot gone now.

While Sebastian's busy with Hessu, Dren examines the catatonic one briefly, then moves on to Kimmo. After a brief overview, he pulls out his wand and mutters a few different incantations over the body. At each one, a faint aura of color envelops the body, which Dren inspects. Finally he shakes his head. "As for as I can tell, there isn't any sort of magic that affected him recently. I think he was simply frightened out one of the windows. I'm not sure about the quiet one--I don't know if these things will work on someone living..."

...Although they'd probably work on the house, come to think of it. Dren approaches the house and starts repeating the process. Almost immediately, the pitch black interior lights up like a neon sign and begins flashing a whole slew of colors in no particular pattern. Just as suddenly it returns to darkness.

He backs away again, trying not to make any sudden moves. He's not sure if it's possible to startle a house, but he'd like to avoid finding out.

[heardmermaids]

Alley doesn't growl when Dren uses magic, but his hackles rise and he moves to stand between his owner and the house. Sebastian frowns and suggests that Hessu get to the other side of the street while he tries to help Heikan, his less than responsive friend, do the same.

It's not his place to tell another man to stop flinging magic about, but he wonders if the spells cast were beneficial or if they angered the house. Sebastian spares a thought to wonder if this stranger had merely been trying to cover his own tracks. "Maybe we ought to leave this to the authorities?"

[blooddrinker]

"...Yeeeaah, I was just thinking the same thing." He finally turns around, with a disquieted expression. "If only because I have no idea how to even interpret that. Aside from, of course, 'there's something very wrong here', which I think anyone could have guessed."

He watches Sebastian trying to work with Heikan for a moment. "Maybe we should just carry him. It's not like it's very far."

[heardmermaids]

Sebastian walks with a slight limp, but he'd rather struggle a bit than get that close to some unknown wizard who'd just cast magic at a murder scene. "It won't be graceful, but we'll manage."

"I haven't got your name yet."

[blooddrinker]

Dren takes that statement as agreement, unfortunately; he tucks his wand away again and sets about helping get Heikan upright, finally slipping an arm under the young man's to help walk him across the street.

"Jacob Caine. And yourself?"

Sebastian may or may not recognize the name. Jacob Caine was also the name of an owl-order potionsmaker who'd been around close to three hundred years before Voldemort's rise to power.

[heardmermaids]

"LeMat. I work on and off with Hellsing." Otherwise known as the Guild of Battling Preternatural Horrors and a legitimate reason for his relative comfort with whatever is happening in the house.

As soon as they have Heikan sitting down on the opposite side of the street, Sebastian pulls back and motions towards his dog. Alley lopes over and keeping his eyes steady on the house, leans against his owner's legs. It's an odd behaviour.

[blooddrinker]

"Hellsing? Hm. I don't think I've heard of them yet. Still just a bit new in town, I'm afraid."

Dren watches the dog continue to be peculiar, without comment. Alley has grey teeth. He's expecting the dog to be odd now.

For his part, Dren squats by the curb, elbows on his knees and giving the house his own pensive look.

[heardmermaids]

"They're a private agency that works with the supernatural community." With a wince, Sebastian sits down on the curb across from the house and rubs his bad knee before offering Alley a scritch behind his ears. He is a good dog and did his job well.

"They do warding, help those who have special dietary needs, things like that."