MAGUIRE.

    _{“Everyone’s got a signature mate, some are just more obvious than others. And some are just better at spotting them I suppose.” zhey chuckled then, though the smile didn’t quite breach into emerald eyes. So, he could sense the supernatural as well? Zhe wondered if even now, zhey gave off a signature of sorts, though it might be altered now given the current situation.}

     _{“For the meantime, you can call me Maguire; Brendon Maguire of Belfast at your service.” zhey gave a small bow with the introduction, it’s been a long time since zhey had to use ‘Brendon’ as a cover name. “And I’m sure you’re right sir Elliot, but the numbers don’t always speak for themselves.” zhey sent a wink for clarification.}

    _{“I think that is good of you to do so, too many times have the two clashed and behind an ocean of blood in its wake.” eyes darkened with memory, the scars coating the entirety of zheir legs tingling with the phantom ghost flames of the past. “But, I must ask what the source of your magic might be? It’s one I’m not overly familiar with.”}

                      _{———❝ NAME SURE PACKS A PUNCH? elliot kaufman, berlin native. ❞
he wondered on that, the power of a name. elliot grew up in weimar, a city in the southern portion of germany. only after his mother had passed, had he forsaken the municipality and entered the bustling movement that came with berlin life. strange how some things never changed. cities remained as they were, growing at a rate so relative to their surroundings.}

       _{he offered his hand, emerald eyes steady as he shook maguire’s own. there was a small jolt of energy through the leather buffer of his black gloves, something he supposed might happen when two magic users grew in proximity. he’d always been able to sense the arcane, like an amputee swearing his phantom limb would ache when rain was near. instead of a limb, it was the scar tissue on the back of his neck.}

❝ i could say demons, but that would be a vast oversimplification, maguire. ❞
a smile dusted over a rather neutral expression. not everyone liked the sound of demonic intervention. certainly, the idea of selling one’s soul only to be fooled out of longevity had been the center of many famous works. faust himself could not attain satisfaction before his end of the deal was up.

❝ something older than demons, i think… a primordial god, of sorts. infernal still, but not of the same selfish intentions. my demon is one who seeks justice. ❞