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[abjurer]

Player Name: Zalia
Are you new?: N (barely, last app cycle)
Character Name: Max Woodville
Character Fandom: Original


[Everyone might be nice here that he could tell, but he's never gonna be entirely comfortable living in a place without his own special brand of protection around it.

The shops thankfully have what he needs and he sets himself up near the fountain in the square, a multitude of coloured threads wrapped around his fingers in some kind of pattern only understood to himself.

Every so often he pauses and lets a dab of power run through them, weaving the spell along with the threads.]

Comments

[touchofrogue]

[Um. What.]

Was there an arts an' crafts fair an' no one told me?

[abjurer]

[Max pauses in what he's doing, tying off one of the threads and cutting it with a small pair of scissors. He smiles up at her.]

Yup. Bought out the whole yarn section.

[touchofrogue]

What are ya makin', a pot holder?

[Seriously, dude. What.]

[abjurer]

[He grabs one of the threads which is knotted in a few places, and slips it around his wrist like a kid's bracelet.]

Please, do I look that old?

It's a security system.

[touchofrogue]

[She cocks her hip and answers with a smirk.] Do ya want me ta answer that?

[And an arch of the eyebrows.]

Your security system looks like a friendship bracelet.

[Just. You know. Saying.]

[abjurer]

[He smirks right back.]

Well, aren't you a charmer?

No-one ever expects the friendship bracelets. I mean, you go around wearing something sleek and metallic with flashing red lights and they tend to guess.

[touchofrogue]

Yes, I won top marks in Miss Adeladie's Charm School of Charlotte.

[This is a lie. FYI. She even emphasizes it with a roll of her eyes.]

An' if you were goin' around wearing something sleek and metallic with flashin' red lights, I'd wonder which prison truck you escaped from. So. [A quick grin.] Point.

[abjurer]

A truly noble and prestigious Academy indeed.

[He leans back, relaxing and giving her an easy smile.]

Hey, my record is spotless. That amulet was obtained through entirely legal means.

[He holds out his hand.]

Max.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue hesitated.]

I shake your hand, your friendship bracelet's not gonna snake out an' bite me, is it?

[abjurer]

[He blinks in surprise and then shakes his head.]

Wasn't planning on it. Why, is that a thing that yarn normally does here?

[touchofrogue]

This is Luceti, sugah.

[She extends her gloved hand and takes his.]

It never hurts ta check.

[abjurer]

That's what they told me.

[He gives her hand a firm shake.]

It's a shield. Saves me from having to hold one active the whole time. The rest is for my apartment.

[touchofrogue]

That sounds - useful. Lemme guess - magic?

[abjurer]

Yeah, that's right. Shields, wards, they're my specialty. And exorcisms. Need some place cleared of lingering spirits and I'm your man.

[touchofrogue]

That's - quite a line of business.

[If they were back home, Rogue would think you were full of it. As it is, Rogue only thinks you're about twenty percent full of it. Habit, you know.]

[abjurer]

It pays the bills. Also there's nothing quite so bad as waking up possessed by a ghost.

[He is so full of it Rogue. He knows exactly how good he is at what he does.]

[touchofrogue]

[Confidence bordering on was a different kind of 'it,' and she could smell it on him - which was fine, she was kind of used to that. The twenty percent of the OTHER kind of it was where she doubted the existence of such things entirely.

Though possession... that drew her face into sober, guarded lines.]

I can think of a few things... [She shook her head.] But not many.

[abjurer]

[Interesting reaction. He's learnt to deal with it, doesn't mean he likes the idea of anyone else having to.]

I try to avoid things worse than that. Sometimes they wind up on my doorstep though.

[And oh he hopes Brendan is okay.]

[touchofrogue]

That's life, right?

[At least it seems to be hers.]

[abjurer]

It's my life. I knew that going in though. Didn't have much choice with my family.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue smirks and speaks without thinking.]

Don't ya think you should buy me dinner before ya start tellin' me your life history?

[abjurer]

Sure. What kind of food do you like? Do they have Russian food here?

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Knitting is a respectable pastime, I guess. [Just teasing. He figures you can take it.] Whatever gives you your jollies.

[abjurer]

Nothing more manly than a well knitted sweater. Sign of commitment and dedication.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

Just like ma used to make.

[He snorts softly, goodnaturedly.]

...Appreciate the offer, but I think I'll stick with my jacket.

[abjurer]

Your mother maybe.

[Max grins and twists a complicated knot which glows faintly for a moment.]

Can you think of anything terrifying? I need an idea.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[Were those threads glowing? Maybe if he took off his shades more often he'd see things more clearly.]

...Never knew glow-in-the-dark sweaters were a thing. Learn something new every day.

[As for the question:]

Sure you don't need me to figure something out - aren't you the creative one?

[He can think of a number of terrifying things, thanks, but doesn't really understand what this is for.]

[abjurer]

It'll stop glowing soon enough. Once I'm finished, it'll eat light.

[He's grinning but it's difficult to tell whether he's joking or not.]

I can always use a little outside input. Keeps things fresh.

[bionically]

...Sure.

I'll tell you what's terrifying. Forgetting where you parked your car in a jammed parking lot larger than a football field.

[Some would argue that's more annoying as fuck than anything else, but anyway, it's not his intentions to go grim on this guy with war stories, and right from the start.]

[abjurer]

Well... I suppose that could work under certain circumstances...

[If he really needed to distract someone for a while while he made a getaway.]

I was thinking more the creeping horror kind of thing but... it has potential.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

I'd tell you I'm glad to help, but I have no idea what my input is going towards. Call it a hunch, but it doesn't seem like the kind of thing that would inspire a knit pattern.

[abjurer]

I guess you could consider it a security system of a kind. Personal protection.

[thefirstbionicsoldier]

[He's not following.]

From what I can tell, this place seems pretty safe for the most part when the Malnosso aren't screwing around at their control panel. [Then, with a lighter, joking tone:] Who'd you piss off?

OBLIGATORY

[quicktoanger]

I barely even noticed him, aside from the odd tangle of thread on his fingers. Hell, I've seen weirder stuff than that around here.

It wasn't until I saw him touch the threads and felt the prickle of magic that I took a second look.

"What was that?"

Re: OBLIGATORY

[abjurer]

[That earns a slightly curious look, and then a smile. He's not exactly secretive about what he does.]

It's a shield. Woke up without my stuff. Thought I'd get started on weaving a new one.

[quicktoanger]

"Heh. Wish I was that lucky. All my stuff takes months to enchant and is a fantastic pain in the ass."

[abjurer]

[That makes him brighten. Someone who knows what they're talking about.]

It's kind of a specialty. If someone asked me to make a fireball or summon a spirit without a whole ritual, I'd probably end up unconscious.

[quicktoanger]

"Heh. Yeah, fireballs I can do no problem. Actually, I'm not bad at shields, either, if I have a focus. It's the delicate stuff I'm bad at."

[abjurer]

I've never been good a big and showy. Delicate work suits me fine. I much prefer flying under the radar and the government still keeps trying to recruit me.

[lostinmyway]

[On her way back from tending the Memory Garden, Grune notices someone she hasn't met before by the fountain, doing...hmm. What is he doing?

When she gets a little closer and notices all the threads spun between his fingers, she exclaims:] Oh, my, that's so pretty!