Private Post ⇒ recluserose, spellbent

[recluserose]

[It was another night in the town of Blackgale, with no moon in sight to set the dark sky aglow amid the blanket of stars. The lack of moonlight, however, was not stopping the local (and only) witch, Amelia Steinbeck, from doing a much needed patrol for this particular night. After all, when a demon from the darkest realm from who knows where comes to ones doorstep with the intention of murder, there's probably others lurking around.

That wasn't going to do, not at all.


Of course, she had to be at school soon for an early morning meeting... But hey, it's high school and she was always on time no matter what, thanks to magic. And thus, Amelia began to wander around in the streets, with a green flame flickering in one hand-- only visible to her, other magic users, and a magnet for more demons.

Come at her bros.]

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BUT IT'S THE PELVIC THRUST!

[recluserose]

[Joke's on you Jacob, one of those people met her already. And THAT NAME.

...

...

She's way too damn smart to reveal knowing that name and mentioning a certain someone from who she heard the name from.]

... Amelia Steinbeck. [Returns the handshake in a curt manner]

THAT REALLY DRIVES YOU INSAAAAANE

[wizardcop]

[ He can appreciate curt ]

I hope you don't mind me prying, but what brings you to town?

LET'S DO THE TIMESKIP AGAIIIIIIIIN

[recluserose]

Well, considering you revealed yourself to be a detective-slash-wizard, I assumed that prying would be part of your job.

And I'm just passing through, exploring the town a bit. I'm from California.

[wizardcop]

Among other things.

I normally wouldn't bother you, but things have been a bit of mess here recently. I hope you don't mind.

[recluserose]

Not at all. Oddly enough, it sounds as if I can relate.

[wizardcop]

Well, hopefully you can have a restful vacation. I know I could do with one.

[ he glances down at Dusky, holding out a hand towards the kitten. Dusky may notice that he smells a bit like dog. Or wolf, rather. ] Who's your friend?

[recluserose]

I can leave you with the assurance that I'm not here to cause trouble. Were I a worse person, that would have happened the moment I stepped foot in this town. [She pauses]

But that would be a terrible example for my literature students. High school seniors are still so impressionable.

[Dusky can smell that scent all too well. And thus turns her nose up quite literally at his hand]

Her name's Dusky. [Frowns at the kitten] She's usually friendly. Sorry for her behavior.

[wizardcop]

You teach literature? Clearly you can't be evil.

[ he withdraws his hand, shrugging ] I own a dog of sorts. It's likely she can smell him.

[recluserose]

Some of my students certainly seem to think so.

I have a question though. You were able to sense my magic, not necessarily me using that simple spell correct?

[wizardcop]

As high school students are wont to do.

[ he regards her for a moment, thinking about how to answer that ] See, rather than sense. It's not a common gift.

[recluserose]

Interesting. [She raises up one hand to summon a very faint swirl of green light]

You can see this then?

[wizardcop]

[ He raises his eyebrows and nods. It's a unusual, but he just kind of assumes that she has some kind of light-based abilities. ]

I can.

[recluserose]

[It fades into the air and she puts that hand back in her pocket]

What else can you see from me just standing here?

[wizardcop]

Trade secret, I'm afraid.

[recluserose]

Fair enough.

[She tosses her now empty paper cup into a nearby trash bin.]

Do you deal with both normal and unnatural crimes or just one of those? I'd imagine you'd have to deal with the magical side of crime whether you like it or not.

[And just thinking about Warren and all the stuff she can only guess he's done. She feels bad for you man :(]

[wizardcop]

Sometimes both, but most often these days my partner and I get stuck with the supernatural side of things.

[ a shrug ] It's a living.

[ The Jacob of a few years or so ago would have said he hated it, though. ]

[recluserose]

Sounds like you have great stories to tell at least if you go out drinking to tell them.

I apologize for worrying you though.

[wizardcop]

I'm not much of a drinker, unfortunately.

Nothing you apologize for. As I said, if circumstances were different, I would have let you be. [ a beat, then: ] Are you familiar of the maenads of Greek mythology?

[recluserose]

Hm, well I did just go over Greek mythology at the beginning of the year... Followers of Dionysus correct? "The raving ones."

[wizardcop]

Those would be the ones. We had what basically amounts to a small horde of them running around scarcely a month ago.

[recluserose]

That sounds like the equivalent of a crazed college sorority.

[wizardcop]

At best. It gets a little worse than that once they started tearing people apart.

[recluserose]

I can see why you're exercising caution a bit more clearly now. I certainly would have no patience for an incident like that.

[wizardcop]

It was a bit of a mess, yes. Just making sure there are no stragglers hiding out around town.

[recluserose]

So what you're saying is that you're just making sure I'm not a crazed follower of a Greek god who goes into an uncontrollable drunken frenzy?