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[The worst part about fighting snow filth was cleaning up after it.
He lacked some of the magical skills and abilities put on display during the melee. Black Keys, it turns out, aren't very much good against piles of snow. Not in any sort of specialized way, at least. Still, he's alive, at the moment, and it seems the snow has finally taken the hint and stayed down this time.
Right now, he's shoveling the pathway around the church. The snow might vanish when the virus ends. Or perhaps it will simply melt in the heat. Already he notices the lack of people noticing. A localized snow plague, nothing more and nothing less.
Still, it is something to do, so it's something that will get done. He shovels the walk, all the same. Watches the last few flurries shake out of the trees.]
He lacked some of the magical skills and abilities put on display during the melee. Black Keys, it turns out, aren't very much good against piles of snow. Not in any sort of specialized way, at least. Still, he's alive, at the moment, and it seems the snow has finally taken the hint and stayed down this time.
Right now, he's shoveling the pathway around the church. The snow might vanish when the virus ends. Or perhaps it will simply melt in the heat. Already he notices the lack of people noticing. A localized snow plague, nothing more and nothing less.
Still, it is something to do, so it's something that will get done. He shovels the walk, all the same. Watches the last few flurries shake out of the trees.]
