I hate dogs and cultists.

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Cultists with dogs are just beyond what I can accept.

We are home, if by home I mean 'Amanda is home resting, Doug and I will be in the office once we have hot showers and change our clothes and change bandages.'

I do not want to talk about exactly how we got taken unawares by cultists in a library at all after today. I suspect a distraction spell, since Doug and I were occupied in a very uncharacteristic manner when they arrived, and several of the cultists demonstrated magical ability.

We did disrupt a major Lokian Ásatrú cult who were conducting human sacrifices. Doug faxed some anonymous tips to Oslo's police and since several of their members are in hospital suffering from burns from a ''gas explosion'', I cannot imagine that Oslo's police department will have much trouble finding them.

I also now owe Shiro Yoshida a lot of sushi and have to replace ninety dollar shoes. I think the giant world-ending dog ate them.

We may have also saved the world with Jubilee's bucket of fried chicken and Wanda owes Cain all the beer in the world, or so he says.

So...

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Why am I not one of the cool kids with an awesome codename? I mean, sure, I'm like Madonna in a way with the whole 'one word' thing but do we really want to be using anything close to my real name in the field? I ask you, mine compatriots. Is that really what we want?

*grins* In other words, I call on your big squishy brains to help me come up with something appropriate.