The date he had set with Sam had come far too quickly in Benjie's mind, but the dates often did when he had set one for work. He had set his tools out and packed them away one by one in his satchel. There were bones and runes and tarot, there was chalk and salt, everything that Benjie would need. Really he was over prepared but he always would rather have too much than something missing at a key point. Quoth remained silent on his shoulder as he made his way to Sam's apartment, sensing his master's growing apprehension at the work to come.
Benjie had a feeling it would take a lot out of him, considering the spirit was so far pushed back he was going to have to really grab for her—and in that alone there was plenty of risk at being heard by something else, something darker.
Still, Benjie had been doing this a long time he wasn't just some rookie with a Ouija board. He understood the risks perhaps better than some.
With a sigh he realized he'd been standing on the doorstep to Sam's apartment brooding for at least a good ten minutes, he really should knock.
He rapped his knuckle against the door three times.
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