I2 - Somebody Call For An Exterminator?

[Toshiro Narumi]

Tosh gently elbowed Nailah.

"You have any clue what's going on here?" he whispered.

[Nash Riley]

Nash used his powers to look at the imp. It being a magical creature, he wasn't really sure what he would find out.
He was mainly looking to see if it followed the 'rules' you'd expect from a non magical creature or if there was any 'strangeness' about it*.

*Other than the fact it was an imp of course.

[Carlos Vasquez]

"We, aye? There is no 'we' for you. You'll be nowhere."

She sets the box down again on the table, taking a deep breath.

"What....was that?"

[Narrator]

Nash used his powers to look at the imp. It being a magical creature, he wasn't really sure what he would find out.
He was mainly looking to see if it followed the 'rules' you'd expect from a non magical creature or if there was any 'strangeness' about it*.

*Other than the fact it was an imp of course.

It was a living creature, that's for sure. It needed to breathe and take in nutrients and all that. It was a LITTLE strange, but seemed to follow the most important rules--if it bleeds, they can kill it and all that.

[Samantha McManus]

"Figuring out what it knew."

"Which is apparently nothing. Do what you like with it."

[Carlos Vasquez]

Creepy lady. Got it, Carlos thought, forgetting that Sam was a telepath--or unable to control his own thoughts.

"We'll split into our teams. I'll take one team into town to round up anything there. Another team should stay here on campus and clear out creatures here."

[Tereza Rozanov]

"Team Two's short-handed tonight. You might call on some of the reserve roster if we've got one," Tereza said as she stood, flexing her hands as ice twisted between her fingers.

[Nailah Weaver]

Tosh gently elbowed Nailah.

"You have any clue what's going on here?" he whispered.

"Well, there's pixies and they're buttholes. That's kinda all I know." she whispers back. "I have no idea what's up with Sam."

[Sean Hall]

Sean walked over towards the box as Sam walked away from it. He had no role in organizing the teams. He'd give each team a small golem to guide them to the remaining fey, but for now he was instead intent on returning the imp home.

"You know," Sean whispered to the box, "A small mistake in the spell and nobody here would be the wiser as your are banished piecemeal or sent into some hellish dimension for the rest of your lifespan. I would feel guilty, but in time that feeling would fade."