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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.]

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[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?