nobody knows how i got here [o p e n]

[muskeg]

who: Sage Abernathy and YOU
what: Catch all and such for April
when: April 10th onwards
where: EVERYWHERE.
warnings: Swearing, drinking, mean words, uhhh... violence maybe. IDK. I will update if it changes.



i. the streets of Riverview

Since managing to settle himself down in this place Sage has started to take the time to wander around the streets of Riverview, finding new places to pick up odds and ends, food, ingredients for his potions and experiments, and whatever else might catch his eye. He has acquired a few new rings in his wanderings, a new tarnished earring that he plans on imbuing with a spell, ideas for more that he might be able to sell or give to those who work in the area.

There is no real point to his wanderings today, just idle browsing to see what else might be around. He has a few things in the bag that is strapped to his thigh, some plain silver rings, a bottle of a herb that is supposed to replicate bay leaves in some potions, and a coffee clutched in his hands. At the present moment he is staring, head cocked, at a row of books that he thinks are written in English, but he actually can't tell because he swears the letters are moving... okay, maybe not English.

Feel free to approach the confused looking witch at any time you want.

ii. streets of Riverview two-point-oh.

Eating is not something that Sage is all that good at remembering to do, no matter how much he might set reminders (no he doesn't) or how often there is food available to him (there isn't). There are occasions where he snacks and remembers to at least consume something other than coffee, but today he has actually set out to find something to eat. He has heard whispers in the halls of the research facility of someplace that makes delicious sweets and-- well if he is going to eat, might as well be something that he doesn't need at all.

So there is one curious swamp witch wandering the streets, following his nose more or less, looking for a bakery. Help a witch out?

iii. double bubble toil and trouble-- [ closed to Aeacinos ]

The one thing that Sage has slowly started to learn about this place is that he really, really should not go out into the woods alone. Not that he doesn't still do so, short little trips that don't travel too far beyond the wall, but nothing like he might have taken up if he were at home in his swamp. He has learned that, while home might have wendigos and incubus, shadowy wraiths and redcaps, this moon has things that put those to shame.

So yeah, he has made a few tentative friends along the way, one of the more entertaining ones being Aeacinos. The man (snake? being?) had a personality that Sage found both refreshing and amusing, and also seemed to have little qualms with trekking out into the depths of the wilds in order for the witch to find new ingredients for his potions, and perhaps even happen across a swamp that he could use for his, well, existence.

Today though, they were just out foraging. Sage had a list (with some very detailed pictures) of flora that he was looking for in order to try making some new potions, and he had agreed to meet with the guard in order to head out. Sage meets him at the edge of the wall, two cups of steaming coffee in his hands, dressed a little more suitable for forest adventures than he usually is. Meaning that he isn't wearing leather pants and a jacket, but rather something that looks more like combat attire and combat boots.

"Morning, grabbed you a coffee if you want it. Black." He holds out the cup, small quirk of a smile at the edge of his lips.

iv. get stronger from the blows [ closed to Minsu ]

Since the first explosion of emotion that Minsu managed to elicit from Sage, the witch had half a mind to avoid the hell out of him. Which, honestly, would have been a great idea if it weren't for the fact that Minsu made the best coffee on this damned moon and, well, Sage found him both intrigued and charmed by the other. Not just because he knew that in some future of his the barista managed to love him, flaws and all, but because Minsu seemed to be a genuinely nice person. He was always smiling (even if Sage wasn't so stupid to not be able to see the hurt buried in behind it), and tried to give Sage space even when it was hurting him in some sense.

The witch couldn't help but be more than a little curious about the barista filled with bright smiles and brilliant coffee.

Which is why, when Minsu texted him with offers of a thermos of coffee and a picnic, the witch agreed to meet the other. And not just to grab the food and run (though he would be lying if he said he didn't consider it). Dressed in his usual skinny jeans and leather jacket, Sage heads towards the closed coffee shop, fingers fiddling absently with the new, blank rings that he had picked up in town partially to try and get a feel for what spells would work best with the metal and-- well mostly to give himself something to do with his hands.

The barista wasn't lying when he said he would wave when he caught sight of him. The over-enthusiastic waving makes Sage huff a quiet laugh despite himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets and approaches.

"Mmm, I am not about to forget what you look like any time soon, you know that right?" A small, barely-there smile. "But thanks."

v. all these flashing lights giving rise to shadows [ closed to Magnus Bane ]

As soon as he was told about the warlock and his magical bar by Alec, Sage knew that he had to visit the place. It was a lot more, uh, well put together than the types of places that Sage would usually visit, but that really didn't matter; there was a magical bar. That was something that he would never have come across back home because no matter how well aware people were of magic and witches and mages, they would never allow such an establishment to exist. So Sage puts a little effort into himself (meaning he doesn't smell like mud and ash, woo!) and makes his way to the place with more than a little curiosity in the curve of his lips.

His first impression of the place? Elaborate. Luxurious. Way out of his paygrade to be honest, but he doesn't turn on his heel and head out, rather he heads towards the bar, eyes wide and alert as he makes his way through the bar.

vi. w i l d c a r d

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[hasitsthorns]

"Oh my gosh, you little rascal-"

The chiding voice comes from a blond woman currently in pursuit of her runaway chocolate Labrador puppy. He is currently wiggling his way in-between Sage's legs, snuffling curiously because of those herbs but also- He's teething. And do you know what looks like it'd be awesome to chew on? This dude's shoes. So about half-way into his dash he's suddenly flopped over Sage's feet, tiny teeth clicking on a shoestring.

"Sorry, dude, sorry- I just. He's a handful. Labs, y'know, got infinite energy. Still training him!" This is all spoken frantically as Rose herself is now at his feet, scooping up the puppy easily. It gives a little growl of displeasure, gnawing instead against her hand now and clumsily wiggling his paws in the air.

[muskeg]

The only thing that keeps Sage from tripping over the puppy that is currently laying on his feet is the fact that, if he did trip, he would spill his precious coffee and that just is not okay. No. No spilling of the precious coffee ever thank you very much. So instead, the witch just stumbles a bit before blinking down and--

"Um, those-- those are probably covered in mud there fluffer..."

He is saved any more embarrassing talk with the dog as his owner approaches, hauling the puppy up with ease (and making Sage have to hide a smile behind his coffee cup in the process, damnit, dogs are so cute).

"... that-- I mean, uh, it's fine? Not like my shoes are in the best condition." A blink, his hand curling against the coffee cup a moment before he hesitates to hold it out, eyebrows raised. "Can I pet him? Her? And ... teething?"

He might have something that could help with that, a spell sachel that eased the younger racoons and foxes that were adopted as pets by him in the swamp that also kept destruction to a minimum.

[hasitsthorns]

Don't think Rose didn't hear Sage call her puppy a fluffer. That's adorable? Absolutely tucking it away for future mental reference, thanks. The puppy gives off little-dissatisfied grumbles as he keeps squirming in Rose's grasp. There are so many things to smell or chew or both!

"Of course, dude, go for it," she says to that, smiling bright. "He's a super affectionate little guy, I gotta' say." To prove her point, the puppy paws at Sage's outstretched hand. He's licking the air and space between them but trying desperately to reach the man's hand.

"Yeah, his big boy teeth are growing in. So everything is suddenly a chew toy to make it not hurt as much."

[muskeg]

Look, fluffer is the appropriate term for him okay. He is a fluffer, or a dust ball with legs and a tail and-- teeth. Sage reaches out, small smile still curling his lips, as he runs his fingers along the dog's head. There is more softness to him now in the presence of the dog than there has been in him for a long time.

"What's his name?" He refuses to admit that those words are nearly cooed as he scratches behind the dog's ear, faint smiling turning into a grin. "He's so cute, ohmygod."

Yup, someone is smitten. He will cave to all demands this puppy has for love an affection.

"I might be able to help with the teething thing, if you want? I uh-- I work with potions, but back home I had a few fox kits that liked to chew through everything so-- well, point is, I might be able to make it bother him less if you want?"

[hasitsthorns]

It's cute, really, how people melt around puppies. Those are Rose's kind of people because she does the same. The ones who don't are the ones she has to watch out for, so- Sage won some brownie points here.

It's good that he's willing to give into his bids for attention because this pup will certainly have a lot. Rose can already tell he's going to be a ham. This dog will live for attention. "His name isn't decided yet. I was trying to think of clever names that make people think of chocolate, but..." She hasn't come up with anything yet.

"Potions, huh? That's cool. I'm willing to try whatever works. I don't mind my stuff getting ruined, but- Not too sure my floormates will be quite as forgiving."

[muskeg]

Anyone who doesn't melt around a puppy is not to be trusted okay. Not even a little bit. They are sunshine and happiness covered in fur. Sage can't help the smile that stays glued to his face as he continues to pet the puppy, honestly this kind of just made his day.

"No name huh?" He rubs behind the dogs ears, leaning in close and laughing when he gets a lick for his trouble. "What about Kikosewan. It means... means family of sorts in a language where I am from. I feel like this little guy is family for sure."

The smile on his face is then directed to Rose. "Yeah, I can make up a few things if you want. You in communal housing? I can bring it by for you if you would like. "

A pause, filled with more pets and a new more licks.

"Does he have a favourite flavour? At all?"

[hasitsthorns]

"Yeah? Might grow on us, we'll see."

Rose feels like he is too. The puppy seems to like the name, his ears perking up at the kiko noise of it especially. He gives a tinny little bark at Sage for that, whining and wiggling still. Rose is a bit hesitant to set him down though because he'll probably chew apart anything he can immediately get to.

"He seems to like cheese a lot. I know because he totally ate the slices I left out," she says, in mock anger. The puppy's ears go back a little at the tone but he doesn't even look remotely guilty. It was delicious cheese, alright.