( v i d e o | day 74 | morning )

[freewheeling]

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. ]

Comments

[burnburnburn]

[He sniffs]

It's soulless.

[freewheeling]

Really? I've met a few soulless things in my life and this place is not that.

[burnburnburn]

[That gives him pause]

You can tell if something has a soul? What are you?

[freewheeling]

[ He pulls a face, something thoughtful before he responds. ]

A warlock.

[burnburnburn]

[The word is obviously unfamiliar to him]

What's a warlock?

[freewheeling]

Oh, for the love of -.

I can do magic.

[burnburnburn]

[Groan]

Just what we need around here, another demon.

[freewheeling]

[ The glamour drops away, cat eyes blinking at the other man. ]

Do you enjoy throwing around insults?

[burnburnburn]

[Though he's momentarily surprised by the change he's unfazed by the cat eyes. He's known enough cat-people they're hardly unusual features to him]

It's as much an insult as calling me a human. Then again, I wouldn't want to be a demon, so I could see why you'd want to pretend not to be.

[freewheeling]

[ He grins, sharp and wide. ]

Oh, I'm not pretending anything. Demon blood does run through my veins, young man. But I prefer the term warlock.

[burnburnburn]

Warlock it is, then. Have you found somewhere to shelter, or are you cat enough that you prefer climbing up a tree?

[freewheeling]

I've been given a room. [ He shrugs. ] These ones are remarkably thoughtful kidnappers.

[burnburnburn]

Not thoughtful enough to give us food. Are you more of a soil grubber or a hunter?

[freewheeling]

I guess I could hunt. [ A thoughtful tone creeping into his voice. ] I used to pay people to do that for me but I have enough skill that I could.

Food is short?

[burnburnburn]

Our stocks are low enough that it's going to be mostly fish, meat and whatever berries can be scavenged from the woods until the crops finally ripen. At least there are people here who can cook.

[freewheeling]

Ah, reminds me of the good old days. Who do I speak to if I want to volunteer?

[burnburnburn]

If you want to weed just head down to the farm on the edge of town. Whoever's there will probably take you in. If you want to hunt then speak to Ruby, or just go out and grab enough for your share.

[freewheeling]

You've been very informative, thank you.

[burnburnburn]

[He nods in acknowledgement of the thanks]

Good luck. If you find anything edible, remember me.

[And with that he turns off the feed]