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[muskeg]

who: Sage and YOU
what: the swamp witch settles into Riverview.
when: Second half of March
where: ALL OVER.
warnings: Cursing. Lost of cursing because Sage never learned how to be polite apparently. Alcohol. Probably violence, mentions of spiders crawling out of mouths because of hexes. Will update if it changes.



i. communal housing, floor five

It isn't all that unusual to find Sage more awake and moving around in the middle of the night when most people were asleep. That was just the best time to get a lot of spell work done, what with the moon and the swamp being prevalent in most of his work. However, now that he is here-- well, Sage still doesn't quite have his magical bearings. He can cast spells (limited), make potions (pretty much the same as long as he finds a proper substitute), but he has yet to try casting a circle for pithy summons or traps.

Which is what he is working on right now.

Usually these kinds of things he works into vines and willows, twinging them together to make actual physical circles with which to bind the magic to but-- well, he hasn't found anything that he likes that much in the way of foliage here (hasn't really looked, to be honest), so he is sitting on the floor in the common area, cross-legged with a large piece of paper and a bunch of different writing utensils scattered around him. There is chalk smeared on his face, along with charcoal in his light green hair, but he doesn't seem to notice since he is looking utterly befuddled at the crooked drawing of lines and circles before him.

Feel free to ask the strange boy what the fuck he is doing at 3 a.m. looking like he wants to light the world on fire.

ii. exploring the city

More than one person has informed Sage that the city here is well stocked in all of the things that he needs in life; coffee, booze, and bars. Now, it is just a little bit too early at first to indulge in the latter two things (before noon, that is), so Sage has set out to find himself some coffee of the highest calibre. There isn't a lot that he demands the highest quality from, but coffee is one of those things (the other usually being the ingredients he used in spells and potions that he sold but that wasn't really a thing he did here. Yet.).

So if you are to run into Sage wanding about the city before four p.m there is a good chance that you will catch him either in a coffee shop, or perusing the stalls for things that he might be able to use in his potions.

Should you run into Sage after the hour of 5 p.m. there is a good chance that he is either headed towards a club or already in one, drink in hand and leather jacket clung around the back of his chair. Depending on the hour, he might be well on his way to tipsy as well.

What, he was just thrown across the cosmos, he likes to think that he has earned himself a good drink.

iii. exploring beyond the wall

What good is a swamp with without a swamp? Well, slightly more useful than Sage had intially thought but-- still, he kinda misses the swamp. Which is why, despite being told not to go wandering about beyond the way by himself by more than one person, Sage has actually laced his boots up all the way and is not-so-subtly wandering his way to the wall and the wilds that lay beyond it.

Look, he doesn't make friends easily and, if the wilds really are that dangerous, it wasn't like he wanted to get other people into danger. He just... needs to see it for himself.

"It's like the damned nursery rhyme about teddy bears in the woods..."

His words are hushed, trying to be stealthy and all, as he walks along the wall looking for a good way over and beyond that isn't the obvious door.

iv. make your own stupid choice
[ feel free to come at me with your own prompt or idea. : ) ]

Comments

[muskeg]

[ excuse you sir, this is not crazy!!! he has done crazier. mainly that one time, at witch camp with the wendigo and the-- you know what, never mind. point is, this isn't the craziest thing that Sage has ever decided he wants to do. sure, he is on an alien moon-planet-thing in a universe that may or may not be his own with limited magic and no understanding of what lays beyond the wall but, still not the craziest thing.

a close second though.

so as he is perusing the different parts of the wall (and maybe stopping to look at some plants, taking some samples and shoving them in the bag he has strapped to his thigh), the witch is just a little bit taken aback by a familiarish disappointed face.

ah, that would be a look he sees a lot, he can already tell.

so of course, the witch grins as brightly as he can and waves.]

Ah, hello to you too, parakeet! [ look, he can't remember the word you used for that thing with partners so... parakeet is what you get.] I mean, I certainly don't mind smelling like swamp, honestly a little weird to not smell it for this long. [ he is kind of teasing, a little, he usually smells like ozone not swamp but eh. ]

...how long would you be stuck as a hamster? Is that a thing Magnus usually does to you, or is it special for swamp related incidents?

[angelic_archer]

That isn't the worst nickname someone's given me. [Magnus' endless supply of pet names have included some that were truly cringe-worthy. He knows what this one is based off of and he still rolls his eyes... and hopes Jace never hears it because he'll either laugh himself silly or decide to kick Sage's ass to defend parabatai honor or something.] Doesn't swamp smell like dead things?

[Alec's never really been in a swamp unless the sewer system of New York suddenly counted as one. During his vacation with Magnus' swamps really hadn't been part of the sightseeing tours.]

I would end up in the shower. You'd end up in the hamster ball. The spell usually lasts a couple hours unless Magnus is feeling vindictive.