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Is it opportunistic to do this? Maybe. Probably. She hadn't actually expected Olive and Eduardo to take her seriously when she'd offered to house sit for them. She also hadn't expected them to be willing to pay as much as they've promised her either. Given the atmosphere of the Purge, the opportunistic whispers, she supposes they might see it as an investment. Even with her powers acting up, she knows she can put on a hell of a scare.

It's strange though that while many of her friends have been feeling their powers dim, Aggie's have never felt stronger. This isn't necessarily a good thing. Every time Aggie startles, lights dim and then surge back on; electrical devices go on the fritz; things break. Her own physical body always feels too small for her these days. It's not like a growth spurt in her bones and muscles but in her soul and there's no growing to accommodate that.

She's not in danger of being unable to defend the Saverin house. If anything, the greater danger is in being unable to limit how much damage she does to a person if they try anything stupid.

For the first hour though, most of the activity seems to concentrate in the city and Aggie just sits on the Saverins' porch eating some of their leftovers (they'd said she could). For a minute, the zombie makeup seems to feel like overkill until she hears something rustle at the end of the driveway. Then she's on her feet, eyes glowing fiercely.

"This isn't the place you want to try," she warns.

[[Be a friend or a burglar. Aggie will deal with them accordingly.]]

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She grins at that, not dismissing him, but gently reminding Baz that she's no slouch in that department either. "I'm pretty sure I count as one all on my own," she says. "At least, that's what the Saverins were counting on when they paid me to house sit."

Oddly playful despite (or because) of the danger, she offers Baz the casserole, which she's been eating right out of the dish with a fork.

I give her a flat look. I know how powerful she is, but none of us are invincible. I don't want to have to remind her of KIRIN to make my point, but I'm also not sure I'm comfortable leaving her alone out here by herself.

"No thank you," I tell her, not wanting to eat in front of Agatha even if she knows what I am. "It isn't safe out here for any of us, but I thought I'd come look around to make sure no one's gotten stranded and needs help. Has it been calm around here so far?"

"So far, but it's...a nice neighborhood," Aggie says, gesturing at all the other nice houses around Eduardo and Olive's. Out here, she's less concerned with groups like KIRIN and more about human burglars, which she's more than fit to deal with. "And people are bastards." She tilts her head at him, almost daring him to call her out on language.

I sit down on the front stoop next to Agatha, letting out a soft huff. I should get back to the Gardens, but I'll stay a little while first, just in case. Plus it'll be good to give my leg some rest, it's starting to get numb. I stomp it a few times to try and get the circulation going or stop whatever the hell makes it do this.

"They are," I agree, not even noticing she swore. It's not something that bothers me with kids. (And Agatha isn't exactly a kid, anyway.) "Every seven years, was it? Or six? I wonder if anyone who isn't native to Darrow has even been here long enough to have experienced it the first time."

"Seven. I've been here almost five," Aggie says. "So the last Purge shouldn't have been that distant, but I don't remember anyone ever talking about it." As far as she's concerned, it doesn't add up, but since when has Darrow actually played by any rules? If she were more prone to believing such theories, she'd be tempted to suggest that it's an anti-"immigrant" conspiracy.

I nod absently, wondering about the validity of it as an on-going thing as well. Especially when I've heard people had come to the city and it was empty. But that could have been simply another trick, this place changes too much to tell.

"Of course it happened while the magic's been screwy," I sigh. "I guess if I make it another seven years I'll just have to hope that isn't part of it again, and that we'll be better prepared to do something to stop it. If the law can't be changed, at least those of us who know magic can get together and try to preserve more areas, protect more people."

I tap my wand impatiently against my thigh. "If I'm still here."

"Of course," Aggie agrees. She sighs out and lets a little power fizzle through her skin, little trails of light that illuminate her veins and then disappear. It nearly itches and Aggie feels, again, too small for herself, like she might just burst outward. Not apart, but out. "Mine's...I'm not losing control but..."

Maybe it's a growth spurt. God, she hopes it might make her a little taller.

"If I'm still here in seven years, you'd better be," she says.

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