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A band of supernatural creatures make for greener pastures
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...Fun.

"What's the problem?"

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"Pilot light keeps goin' out."

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"This is a... Grishom and Clems boiler? I've got a hunch. Let me have a look?"

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He moves aside....after a while.

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"Ah... It's these stupid thin snaky feed lines again. They pinch way too easily. Do you have any quarter-inch copper pipe?"

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He hands him some without a word. Afterwards, though:

"You Lilithian, I take it?"

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"-I'm not quite sure I should confirm or deny that. Close the fuel feed for this boiler? I have to take out this line and replace it with a wider one."

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He does so. 

"I've smuggled worse."

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"Some of us don't even eat people occasionally," he mutters. And gets to fixing.

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"I had a fling with a werewolf once. Bitch did not take it kindly when I decided to move on. Still got the scratches."

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"Uhh. Not sure what to say to that." How fascinating. Not. CLANG. CLANG. "Do you have a metal shop onboard?"

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"Two decks up, take a left, keep going till you pass the Mysterious Mold."

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"Good to know. Don't need it - unf - yet. Do you use electric batteries or pressurized air for submerged power?"

He doesn't really need a blowtorch to weld copper, thanks to what little magic he's mastered. Welding sounds come from where he's wedged into the boiler.

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"The latter."

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"Good. Old batteries are treacherous bastards."

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He laughs hoarsely. "They'd be in good company, then."

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"No, really. They'll give up their voltage potential on you or explode or randomly start leaking acid at the worst possible time just to spite you. Or perhaps I'm biased."

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He rolls his eyes. "I know that."

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"There's some interesting stuff coming out of Thames Yard, they're using exotic metals to get more power out of less weight, but they're still the devil to build safely."

With a final clang, he hauls himself out of the boiler. "Okay, valve back on and let's see if it stays lit with this newly fitted custom feed line."

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He turns the valve.

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Teddy uses a flint to spit sparks at the pilot light. It flickers as wildly as before for about ten seconds, then stabilizes. "There we go. More pipe volume makes it take longer to start up, but it least it stays on now. Everything look good there to you?"

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He gives him a thumbs up, smiling. "Not too bad, spawn of Satan. Name's Horace, by and by."

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"I'm Teddy, and I've never met Satan or any of his friends."

...He holds out his left hand nervously for a handshake.

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He shakes it vigorously. "Good meeting ya, Terry. Maybe we won't drown crossing the channel."

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"Not if I have anything to do with it we won't. I think I want a look at this 'mystery mold. Oh, and it's Teddy."

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