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Putting the multi-tool back in his pocket, Marcus takes a seat on Rust Mane's usual bench. The Metalflesh shifts forward and backward, then side to side. Feeling a bit restless while waiting for Fu, he had tried to fix the bench's wobbly leg. Letting out a sigh, he looks up and down the path for the approach of his Summer Brother, but always keeps the gate to the Trod within his line of sight.
Fix it
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Fu sees Marcus and walks over to him. Memories of meeting Rust here ways back bounce around Fu's head for a few moments.
"Hey Marcus. Anyone else coming to play?"
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Checking his phone, Marcus back looks at Fu with just a hint of disappointment.
"You were the only one who responded. Oh, besides Sam... he wants us to meet up with him at his new bar when we're finished. I'm glad you could join me. I thought with all of the activity lately, it would be wise to check the gates and do a bit of Spring cleaning."
Picking up his large duffle, Marcus moves over toward where he believes the gate to be and searches for signs of activity around the Trod's entrance.
Take a look
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"Sam's got a bar? Nice. Makes sense we probably pissed a few things off recently." There's that stoney grin again.
He follows Marcus, looking around as they go.
"If we find any candy spiders, they die and become trophies."
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Fu checks his phone when Iron Maiden blares across the park. Reading it he hits Marcus on the shoulder lightly.
"Word from the Boss. Something from the other side is playing in our backyard. We get to go show it who owns this town."
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After getting the text from the her newest acquaintance, the Summer King himself, Xerxia had made her way to the park. Strolling through the park, she finally sees the other two Spears she met at the Spring Festival.
Looking around without moving her head, she slides into Marcus' and Fu's views, satisfied that nobody was watching them more than usual.
"Hey guys. Got word you could use some help," the elven Fairest says, all business. The two men might recognize the outfit, except instead of the springy colors for the dress-tunic used at the Festival, it's a maroon one instead.
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Marcus finds the trod with apparent ease. However, his investigations into the gate come up with a blank.
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The edges of the gate seem to shimmer as Marcus looks at it. He looks to Fu, who seems oblivious to the faint glow.
That's odd.
He grabs the Earthbones' phone and reads the text messages from Sam, then raises a hand in greeting to Xerxia as she sidles up to them.
"That's what I hear. Right. We're off, then."
Duffle in hand, Marcus leads the way back to his Jeep and drives north to the address Sam had given him for Harry's.
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Fu takes his phone back and waves at Xerxia.
"Hey, good to have another."
Iron Maiden serenades the park once more and he checks his phone again as they walk.
"I might have a different party to go to"
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