Violet had a run in with a gun-toting driver in an alley…good thing she’s an acrobat. Could’a been road pizza. Or would that be alley pizza? Fae pasta? That girl sure can jump.
Michael shot a dude! Some faux-Brit with enough coke and alcohol in his system to make Courtney Love blush. Mikey even saved the rest of the gang from a crispy, explodey, boomey death. Too bad they didn’t see it again.
Our resident Kindred, Speaks-with-fuzzies, exchanged squeaks with the locals and used her shifting to nab an artifact. Not without a nasty rendezvous with a mysterious undead. Talk about creepy. Gives me the heebie-jeebies. Lunnex sounds like a weird name, too.
Poor Malcolm. Just wanted some coffee. Mauled his secondary handler again. Any more strikes and they’ll have to muzzle the poor puppy. At least he felt bad about it. Also: DAYUMN Janelle’s got reach! Up top! hi-five guestures
I wonder what’s in store for these six…
And why does Frankie keep staring at the wall? I swear his creator must have been socially retarded.