cape_kore | ( v i d e o | day 74

Well, clearly somebody skipped the lesson on matching our accessories. [ The disembodied voice, with just the hint of several different countries in its depths, is joined by the blur of black and white mesh before it focuses on the deeply unhappy face of one Magnus Bane. To the untrained he looks normal - well, normal for a given use of the word - coloured skin and gold-green eyes. Of course, there's the glitter adorning those eyelids, and the hue of his lipstick to contend with but come on, it's the twenty-first century. He has a reputation to uphold.

To those of a more supernatural persuasion Magnus is more Chesire like. In that those eyes are shaped like a cats and flash when he moves as though light has been shone into his face. ]

Whoever thought that dragging me from my planned alcohol induced revelry was a good idea - it wasn't. Next time how about a nice RSVP. One of those little envelopes gilded in gold. Or sent with a goody bag. I like bonbons. In fact I only party with people who like bonbons. If you don't there's something deeply disturbing about you and I suggest you see a psychiatrist immediately. Or phone up the late-night psychics. Mistress Night read my palm once. [ A grin. ] And other places. My future's very bright.

[ A pause, and then the smirk drops off his face. ] Come on faceless and mysterious message givers, I haven't got all day. I have a nice loft all of my own and while your hospitality is interesting there are still several bars in Brooklyn that require my ability to drink them dry.

[ Who dares disturb the High Warlock, indeed. ]

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I have no idea who you are, and I'm not responsible for bringing you here--we've all been kidnapped, for the record--but I think I rather like your style. [Minus the glitter. The glitter is a bit much.]

As far as we can tell, we're all stuck, although there is a dubious escape plan in the works.

[ Balthazar, come on, you know you want him to bedazzle your wings. ]

Dubious escape attempts, my absolute favourite! [ He peers down at the device strapped to his wrist. ] So an iPhone that doesn't look like an iPhone. Don't tell me we've been kidnapped by steampunk hipsters. Or actually, do. I could whip us up some frappucinos and we could make our escape while they're distracted.

[No, that sounds rather painful, actually! Besides, he's still combing glitter out of his hair from when Raphael was a Cupid.]

Yes, I'd say that's an apt description. Interesting how the things never need charging, though. And no games.

Can you actually whip up frappucinos? I think some of the other residents might be interested, as well.

Now how will I get my Angry Birds fix? [ A deep sigh, like this is honestly offensive to him. For the most part he's contemplating just magicing the thing off of him. While he'd left it out of interest - come on, Mundane equipment just suddenly appearing? - now he's really beginning to wonder how they got it on him without him noticing. How they stole him from his own world and transported him here. ]

I can access a great many things. And while I enjoy making new friends with free gifts I'm a little perturbed by the whole ... seaside resort come twilight zone.

Can't help you there, I'm afraid. Actually, it seems like the only digital things in the place are the wristbands, and maybe the cameras. Mind you, I'm not completely convinced the cameras aren't half decoys, anyway. [But that's a whole different topic.]

More twilight zone than resort, I'm afraid. We've had a few unpleasant events, including a girl come back from the dead and some of us getting turned into man-eating monsters. Lots to keep you on your toes.

[ Cameras? Should he start to preen. ]

Ah, man-eating monsters. My favourite. A monster isn't very scary if it's a herbivore.

Personally, I think energy-draining monsters are the worst. But it's all a matter of personal taste.

My name is Balthazar, by the way. I may not be the best guide to the place, but you seem resourceful enough. I'm sure you'll manage.

Balthazar. [ A hum. ] I haven't heard a name like that in years. The biblical sounding ones went out of style.

[ NOT THAT HE'S IMPLYING ANYTHING. ]

[Have a head-tilt and a small smile, stranger.] I'm a fashion rebel, I suppose. If you want to be truly archaic you can call me Baal-sarra-usur.

May God protect the King. Interesting. [ Another smile, all teeth. ] Mine either means glorious defender, if we're feeling slavic, or great destruction. I hope neither of us have to become one with our interpretations.

Yes, well. No kings here. [He shrugs casually.] But I do hope we can avoid great destruction. There's not a lot of space for it, you know.

I'll curb it, if it comes to me.

Fair enough. I'll try to curb my...protectiveness, I suppose? And perhaps we can all get along.

[Hugs and puppies all around, as Meg might say. Really, though, he sees no reason he and this man would come into conflict. Not as of yet.]

Oh, I'd hope so. Although if I figure out who brought me here I might have to say all bets are off.

If you figure out who brought us here, you'll have the rest of the place to back you up, I dare say.

I've never led a revolution before, how thrilling.

You'll look very handsome in the beret and fatigues, I'm sure!

Naturally. I try to look stunning in everything.

Then I look forward to meeting you in person! [There's a brief, sly grin, but then he cuts the feed.]

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