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"You want an answer? I'll trade you. One for one." Even in chains, Agnasci can't resist the urge to overplay his hand. He knows the only bargaining chip he has is something Mad Dog can eventually pull out of him. All Agnasci can do is make it more difficult. Agnasci casts voice from afar...

Agnasci casts sense consciousness. He wants to know if anyone else can hear, before he replies.

"Somebody's sure as hell dealing with you, Picasso," Agnasci says, nodding toward the painting. Agnasci knows Mad Dog can't guess the password to his phone. He also knows it's only a matter of time before Mad Dog beats it out of him. For a brief, defiant moment, Agnasci considers putting Mad...

Agnasci knows when he's lost. This thug knows what he's doing. If Agnasci talks, if he doesn't talk - it's all the same. Out of no particular loyalty to Chance, but rather out of the most spiteful, antagonistic corner of his psyche, he replies. "Queen. Moves on the diagonals and lines." He...

Agnasci is startled by the realization that Mad Dog may be (or know) more than he seems. Agnasci will not cast any spells, on the chance that Mad Dog may be able to detect them. Orlando knows just how to behave around Alpha Males like Mad Dog. They're the easiest types to manipulate. They want...

Agnasci wants the cash. He really, really wants the cash. But his sense of self-preservation eventually wins against his greed. Even the smallest chance that Big Rich would discover his theft is enough to give Agnasci pause. The way Rich lives, he'll be in jail or dead before long, Agnasci...

"Yeah, man," Agnasci mutters in response. At this particular moment, there he can think of nothing more loathsome than Big Rich's sweaty beer belly and next-day underwear. It's not that the man himself is particularly disgusting. It's just that he's so goddamn tiresome. Agnasci is exhausted with...

Agnasci finds a corner of the shop away from the others to begin his ritual spellcasting. He briefly considers using he Sense Consciousness spell, but then a different thought crosses his mind. He has never been able to see Penrose's sanctum with Mage Sight, and this may be the perfect excuse to...

Agnasci mulls over Penrose's words. Of course his awakening has changed him, just as Penrose noted, but it still doesn't seem right to call Orlando a lie. Agnasci feels more like Orlando-plus. Not a completely different person, but rather a better version of himself. I am better, Agnasci...

Agnasci doesn't see anywhere his input would be necessary during the explanation to Penrose. When Penrose is finished talking to the others, Agnasci will try to speak with him privately, out of earshot of the others. "I'm getting involved in something that isn't exactly...above board. Nobody...

"It wasn't just the once, either," Agnasci says, suddenly aware that the others are expecting him to speak. "Someone has been using Space arcana at this particular place, over and over again. Maybe more than just one person, even." Agnasci is relieved that the group will have something more...

Agnasci stands outside with the others. Chance and Law are paying attention to each other and their task at hand, and Harper seems to have a strange mixture of boredom and anxiety. Agnasci feels isolated from the rest of them, like a machine part that doesn't quite fit, but hasn't been replaced...

Agnasci stays out at the truck, keeping an eye on the street. He doesn't expect trouble, but if it came anyway, he would rather be the one doing the explaining. "Probably nothing worth bothering about in there anyway," Agnasci grumbles. What a boring report they would be making to Penrose.

While Law approaches the house from the front, Agnasci looks for a gate to go into the back yard. However, he wont try to bypass any locks to do it.

"This place isn't as interesting as that church," Agnasci comments. He doesn't bother trying to conceal his disappointment. Before commenting further, Agnasci will cast "sense consciousness" again, hoping to determine whether the "for sale" house is actually vacant.

Maybe if Agnasci had seen the woman when Harper and Law did, he would have been more inclined to investigate her. As it is now, Agnasci has too much on his mind to care much about someone who happens to know their Shadownames. "Lets finish up with the hallows. I'd rather have something more...

Agnasci shrugs. "Who knows. Probably just wants us to see what kind of place it is. He doesn't know any more about than what he told us, I'll bet."

Agnasci isn't ready to share with the others just how deep he's getting with the Dogs of War. Better that they stay mostly ignorant about it. He briefly reads the text and puts his phone casually back in his pocket. "Nobody here but us and the ghost," he mentions to the others. "Unless this...

Agnasci looks toward the spot where Law is focusing, more than a little jealous that he can't see the spirit, too. Surprisingly, Agnasci likes this place. It's stripped bare, exposed and corrupted. A reminder that all things eventually fall. Nobody is safe. Nothing is sacred. Anything can...

"Chance is right," Agnasci says. "There's something else here. It's not human, or a spirit." He looks around the building, trying to catch a glimpse of the creature. He's suddenly very uneasy. "Law man," he mutters, "hope you brought your piece. Might be a good time to show it. You know, just...