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After the meeting, Oliver finds himself increasingly torn between picking up his horse and driving his van off into the sunset, in a mad attempt to fulfill God's mission or die trying. And sometimes he decides to set questions of faithfulness aside and help out around the Cooper farm. He's in that particular mood right now.

He's setting a Ward around the hospital right now, and will do the earth bunker once he's done. He walks, one foot after the other, head bowed, murmuring prayers in a language that sounds like Latin. These Wards are the 'nicest' type any Godsworn can produce: they merely force a beast-skin into their animal form rather than, say, shredding skin from bone.

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There's a cripple leaning out the second-floor window and staring rudely at you, Oliver.

He doesn't appear inclined to speak up at the moment.

Oliver finishes up, with the feeling that he's being watched. Glance, glance -- oh, look, there's the abrasive doctor.

A nod of greeting, expression neutral with shades of curiosity.

House waves.

Because he's House, it's more of a vaguely insulting hand-lift.

Might as well try to be polite....

"A lucky find, this," Oliver comments.

"For some value of 'lucky', sure."

Grin.

"It's got an office with a wheely chair, so I'm happy as a pig in shit."

Oliver valiantly fights down the twitch at the crude language. It has been some time since he's heard such low talk.

Faint smile. "Wonderful."

Then face of seriouness. "I've set Wards around the place; it should be of utterly no importance to anyone not demonic."

Just so you know Oliver's been messing around on your property and all.

"And in people who are demonic, what kinds of fun symptoms is it going to produce?"

"Change them into their animal form."

House has no comment on this, so he just leans back in the window.

Rude bastard.

Yeah, Oliver's just going to walk over to the bunker then.

Dinah has just finished a one-to-one with Steph in the training field, and she's at that post-exercise phase where the sweat evaporation is actually beginning to make her cold enough to huddle into her jacket. Regardless of the fishnet situation.

It's mere curiosity that makes her pause to watch him.

"I thought you weren't supposed to do that anymore?"

There's a pleasantness to her tone that's making light of the scolding rather than seriously meaning it.

Watch Oliver totally take this as an accusation and not a playful comment.

With utter seriousness, "I think it best to know if the demon returns - this will alert me, and quite painless."

Oh hey, he's allowed to have no sense of humour. Half the Justice League had no sense of humour.

The boring half.

Dinah shrugs it off. "Fair enough, then. How's the hand?"

"Sometimes I forget I was parted from it," Oliver replies, glancing at it.

He then gives her a bow. "How are the recruits, Miss Lance?"

Smiling, Dinah inclines her head in a small return bow.

"They're doing well. Half of them are used to the sort of fighting I teach. The others are keen to learn."

Women are supposed to curtsy, but Dinah certainly does lack a dress with which to do so, doesn't she? The bow ellicits a small smile; very few people even try to meet him half way.

"I believe I shall fall into the latter category. Guns and swords are standard Godsworn weapons."

Oliver looks as if he's going to say something else, but stops himself.

Dinah misunderstands him right off the bat.

"I don't teach guns," she says. "Swords I know, if we can find any. but no guns."

Oliver shakes his head. "I simply meant--"

To brag that he's competent at something when he's pretty much been revealed a failure at everything else.

"-- to explain a bit more of what I had been taught. I know distance weapons quite well, but am mostly a novice at hand to hand styles."

"Oh."

In which case she smiles. "Then sure, I can take you in the beginner's sessions."

No way is she teaching him lethal moves, though. She just won't.

A small smile, because it's not like he knows about her resolve not to teach him lethal moves. "That would be most appreciated."

"No problem," Dinah says. "It's what I'm here for, right? Helping people defend themselves?"

Oliver nods. "There is much to defend onesself from, outside of this state. I myself faced a dragon when I first arrived here."

"Up by the Grand Canyon?" Dinah asks, brightening a little. "I saw those."

Oliver blinks. "Ah, no. Closer to Oregon."

Good Lord, there are more dragons. Ugh.

"Oh," she says, a little disappointed to have lost that connection. "Guess there's a few of them, then."