The first thing Crozier does is curse. Loudly. He's too focused on that damn bird to realize they'd actually been successful, and he all but falls off of the edge of the fountain before scrambling to his feet.
It's Mr. Strange himself, and for a second Crozier's actually quite pleased they've managed to pull it off. The curse the man speaks of must be the black wind that's trying to envelop him, and he admits that seeing it swirling about the magician certainly makes for an intimidating sight.
"Must be referring to your new friend," Crozier says to Sheehan. "Not the bird, the man." As if it wasn't obvious.
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Date: 2020-06-02 02:19 am (UTC)It's Mr. Strange himself, and for a second Crozier's actually quite pleased they've managed to pull it off. The curse the man speaks of must be the black wind that's trying to envelop him, and he admits that seeing it swirling about the magician certainly makes for an intimidating sight.
"Must be referring to your new friend," Crozier says to Sheehan. "Not the bird, the man." As if it wasn't obvious.