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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

[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?