cape_kore | ( v i d e o | day 86

It's difficult to paint one's nails when you've got a camera attached to your wrist, you know. [ The brush hovers just outside of the feed, threatening to drip purple paint everywhere, and Magnus' eyes - glamoured unless you have the inherent ability to see those golden cat eyes - blink sleepily at the unfashionable wedge locked to his skin. But suddenly the mood shifts. He grins, teeth sharp and very, very white. ] I'm a little confused as to why actually. I know I'm particularly fabulous but I'm not sure we could really drum up a whole cast for the next big reality show. Some of you are clearly Mundanes and while I find you very charming it's not like you're going to burst into a shower of champagne any time soon. Unless you're dreaming - which by the way, some of you obviously need psychiatric help. If I find a couch big enough I'll open my doors. But what's the point in filming all those hours of pointless activity in between?

[ His fingers let go of the brush for a second, letting it hover long enough for him to run a hand through his thick hair. It's immediate, the illusion shifting from him like running water. To the humans he changes - Magnus Bane the High Warlock of Brooklyn is tired of pretending. And so he gives the floating brush a grin, eyes flashing like a headlight has been shone to them. This is who he is. This place is clearly a melting pot for specific creatures and he's crippling himself by pretending to be normal. His derision is a ploy after all. Pretend to be bored and the villain usually shows his hand. It's something he learnt from a number of impudent but beautiful Herondales.

And Magnus has shown himself to the Mundanes before, if they react badly he can just - well, brood fashionably he supposes. On his psychiatric couch.

His magic doesn't last long though, not with the way the brush then shudders and drops to the floor, his spark dying out. Magnus blinks and then his features shift suddenly, frustration and anger mingling on his handsome face. ] Oh for the love of Kim Kardashian why is this happening?

[ His gaze narrows as he regards the bright splash of colour on the floor. It's been on and off since he got here. He had assumed that the trauma of being kidnapped had something to do with it. And then Alec had shown up and Magnus had other things to think about. Namely the shattered pieces of his sticky-taped heart. But he's not going there. ] All right, spill. Who's messing with my mojo?

[ Another pause. ] I need a drink.

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A little of both. Nothing cures a broken heart like alcohol. [ It would help him right now, actually. Which is why he's so grumpy with this place. He wants to be drunk and sad. ]

The people I ended up staying with thought guinea pigs were healing creatures. When that didn't work they were very good in a stew.

Can't argue with that. If you're having trouble with emotions, the obvious answer is to drown them. 9/10 psychiatrists would recommend.

[Not that he's judging. He's quite a fan of the 'drown your emotions in alcohol' school of thinking himself.]

Your feline attributes aren't limited to just the physical, huh? At least you bothered cooking the family pet before eating it.

Well, let's hope this place livens up on the alcohol side. While the prohibition was fun, I ended up with a lot of bullet holes in my hats and that's just sad.

[ When he grins, his eyes flash like a headlight. ] I have been known to be a little catty now and again.

I can't think of anything worse.

[Said with so much irony it's practically tangible. But the way Magnus's eyes shift like that gets a grin out of him that has a touch of the feline about it itself. Or possibly the sharklike - predatory, in any case.]

Better than being bitchy, I suppose. You ever get hairballs?

[ Oh Gabriel, he likes you. But he's never been fond of sharks. ]

A gentlemen should never kiss and tell. [ Has he slipped so far? Today, ball jokes, tomorrow comedy acting in Hollywood. ]

I'll take that as a 'yes'.

Why the interest?

Why not? You're an interesting guy.

[Not that that's exactly a sensible reason to ask about hairballs, but hey.]

I hope you're not a furry, I want this friendship to last.

A--

[oh.]

Yeah, I don't think you need to worry about that. I just like to know what I might be getting myself into. Call me presumptuous if you like, but I prefer to think of it as cautious - and with good reason. If you'd seen Bastet the way I did a few Beltanes back, you'd be cautious too.

[ He snorts. ]

What you see is what you get, even if it is a bit of a handful.

Oh, I can deal with handfuls well enough.

[He manages not to say 'and mouthfuls', but it does require considerable self-restraint.]

[ Ugh Gabriel you are his bro for life. ]

I dread the day you run out of innuendo. I might even weep.

Oh, trust me, I won't run out. I'm like the Energizer Bunny, I can keep on going for days.

[...wink.]

An ability most certainly not limited to the art of innuendo.

[ He laughs at that, clearly charmed. ]

I thought the lack of nightlife would make this place very boring but you have proven me wrong.

Boring? With me around? I should think not, Mistoffelees.

Cats? Have we fallen so far?

Not a fan, or is it just too obvious?

Andrew Loyd Webber is a creepy, squat faced little man and I take offense to everything he touches. Except for the Phantom, but then again who doesn't like Gerard Butler?

I see you're a man of refined tastes. My apologies for any allergic reaction you might develop.

Oh it's all right, I'll just call on you to rub lotion on my back when I come out in hives.

I'd be glad to, buddy - least I could do, right? I'll have my girl pencil it in for tomorrow afternoon.

Make sure that you do.

[ WHY OH WHY DID THEY EVER BECOME FRIENDS?! ]

But of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

[whoever is responsible should be forced to sit through their innuendos until they realise the error of their ways]

I'm going to dash now, dear heart. But keep me in your thoughts.

[ He's a jerk, but he ends the feed with a flashing grin and a peculiar cat wink. ]

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