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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[appetitive]

Magnus grinned at the reaction to his age, patting his hair with a ring-clad hand like a primping primadonna. He had always loved the varied reactions to his age—shock, respect, suspicion, the whole gambit—but Sage's awe fell into the category he enjoyed the most. "Somewhere in the six-hundred, actually," he replied, stretching the truth somewhat but also, sometimes he lost count by pure accident. Lying about his age had become a habit when, as a young warlock, the only way to win trust and respect was by having a few fake centuries of experience under his belt. "I make all of my own products, actually. I suppose I have an affinity for brewing all sorts of things, not just potions."

Chuckling into his glass as he took a sip, Magnus' eyes stayed on Sage. He had the sometimes unnerving habit of staring at people when they were worthy of his attention, eyes hooded but alert much like the feline he resembled. "Oh, definitely a combination of collapsing and swooning. I was drained of energy, but how could I not be swept off my feet by the way he came to help me like that?" It had been doubly meaningful considering that Alec had barely stapped more of a toe out of the closet at the time.

His playful attitude sobered as Sage explained more about his magic, and he thought there was something haunted about his eyes as he spoke. Setting his drink down, Magnus turned the full range of his attention on the young witch in front of him. "Would you like a teacher?" he asked, instinctively drawn to a supernatural being in need of guidance. He'd been in that position before, and his desperation for help had pushed him into accepting the kind that had cost him his morality. "I don't know how much help I would be with the specifics, but I have years of practice with controlling raw magic." And even if the differences between them were too great, perhaps Magnus could help simply by providing Sage with some moral support.

"At least potion brewing is most likely the same," he said a bit more cheerfully, trying to give Sage an out that would allow them to focus on a less heavy subject. "You could always give yourself a title. I'm pretty confident that's what the first High Warlock did, and it just became fashionable for large cities to have one." With the mention of charms, Magnus nodded his head towards Sage's jewelry while taking up his drink again to drain the last inch of it. "I can feel them, what are they for?"