Not just for Rue and John and all the other people he's... sort of, begrudgingly, deep down become close to notthathedeveradmitit - but for the world in general and their attempts to stop it from ending. Rodney has worked for a top secret organization long enough to know fully well what might happen if the general public becomes aware of the things that go bump in the night. Hell, they're seeing (and feeling) the effects already.
It's been a challenge tracking the origins of the fluctuations but here he is. Except whatever he expectet to find - maybe some infernal machine aka Steele or blood ritual aka every dumb magical movie ever - now here he is in frolick valley.
Rodney regards the meadow and the flower crown with a look the squarest geezer would shoot a hippie commune.
"No, thank you. If I want ticks in my hair, I'll just stick it in a bramble."
He frowns at Milo, not sure what to make of them, crossing his arms defensively and a bit nervously.
Milo
Not just for Rue and John and all the other people he's... sort of, begrudgingly, deep down become close to notthathedeveradmitit - but for the world in general and their attempts to stop it from ending. Rodney has worked for a top secret organization long enough to know fully well what might happen if the general public becomes aware of the things that go bump in the night. Hell, they're seeing (and feeling) the effects already.
It's been a challenge tracking the origins of the fluctuations but here he is. Except whatever he expectet to find - maybe some infernal machine aka Steele or blood ritual aka every dumb magical movie ever - now here he is in frolick valley.
Rodney regards the meadow and the flower crown with a look the squarest geezer would shoot a hippie commune.
"No, thank you. If I want ticks in my hair, I'll just stick it in a bramble."
He frowns at Milo, not sure what to make of them, crossing his arms defensively and a bit nervously.
"So what is all this? Who are you?"