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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. : ) ]

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[muskeg]

The fact that there were so many people in this place willing to help out and give out information with ease was something that Sage was still coming to terms with himself honestly. There is a small part of him that is skeptical of it all, even if so far nothing has ended poorly. People just-- weren't this nice in his experience. There was always a catch. "I was just gonna go out with a ball of yarn and hope for the best really."

Mmm, sarcasm. His favourite.

As for the swamp-- well, home was home either way. The witch snorts a little and smirks at the eyebrow being raised at his enthusiasm about great swaths of bug-infested land. Gesturing to himself, Sage elaborates with a muttered 'swamp witch". That makes perfect sense, right?

"Kinda need swamp land in order to be at my best, though I am still not sure how the swamp here is gonna react to me." There is a poorly executed nonchalant shrug. Someone might be a little bit worried about not getting along with the swamp, because that is something you usually worry about, right? "I mean... if you're up for wading in the wilds, I won't say no. But also not gonna ask if you have other shit to do. "

[anotheroldsoldier]

It's hard to get used to for the more paranoid types. Bucky spent his first couple of weeks thinking all of it had to be some kind of trap, but no. It's as innocent as it seems, transparent even. It's allowed him to relax a bit, knowing he doesn't have to go looking too hard for the information about the city and the moon that he needs. "Ball of yarn probably wouldn't get you far enough," he says with a slight, wry twitch of his lips. "Try marking the trees with paint as you go?"

It's a sarcastic suggestion, he doesn't mean to really try that. It would still be pretty easy to get turned around, at least for someone who doesn't know what they're doing out there. He's not sure if this guy is one of the kinds who can manage in the wilderness or not.

'Swamp witch', says that maybe he is, though. Bucky looks a little skeptical, but he's seen plenty of weird shit. He won't question it too hard. "Couldn't tell you. There are some things that are like Earth, and some things that aren't. Whole place is a mishmash of different universes, whatever flora and fauna has come through the portal over the decades." So you might find cattails, or you might find some hideous man-eating alien hybrid cattails.

"I could make time. I got a flexible schedule these days."