Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)
"He'd better hope that's the last we've seen of him, Remind me to buy some bigass bottles of holy water pissed out by god and blessed by the pope himself, and anything that qualifies as an explosive. I don't care how quick you are, you can't dodge a grenade" Helena muttered angrily. First Cultists, the ship arriving soon, and now a goddamned vampire. Helena wasn't going to be sleeping again anytime soon.
Sitting down by the fire, Helena brewed a pot of coffee by willing the flames into existence and scowling into the twisting orange forms as they licked at the air, and the pot. "He didn't attack, he changed forms not once, but twice to get away, and despite everything, still escaped. Either he already knew that feeding from me was no good, couldn't kill me, or... Something else entirely, Strange doesn't even begin to cover it." Helena said bitterly, now making a pretty fair guess at who had trashed all the holy goodies. "Jasmine, does that holy spell of yours still work here?" She asked curiously.