“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. ❞
It wasn’t unusal for such a response to come after a such a casual introduction such as zheirs. The redhead supposed that in the future it would be best to save the fact that zhey could sense other’s abilities and species after a moment of concentration in a thought bubble until the proper amount of trust was garnered, but that was for next time certainly.
The more pressing matter was this man; zhey didn’t know who he was. Only that he carried an immense amount of power within and there was darkness in his soul. But was he a threat? That was the real question.
“Well, I’m what you might call… ‘complicated.’ More importantly, I am a Druid… one of the last remaining true practitioners I’m afraid. As for how I can tell what you were, the signature you give off is quite loud so to speak- it’s a wonder that nothing else in this area has reacted to it.”
———❝ I WASN’T AWARE I EVEN HAD A SIGNATURE. i only notice when others have one. ❞ the pain at his neck, like a fire burning once more. he’d been scarred there long ago, its significance still remaining as a sort of dowsing rod for the supernatural and arcane. he often times ignored the pain, instead seeking out the occult on his own terms. here, however, the occult sought him out. stranger things happen everyday.
❝ my name is elliot. elliot kaufman. ❞ german, as the name indicated. his accent was hardly noticeable beneath the many years of practice. still, it came out when he let his guard down, which hadn’t quite happened just yet.
❝ i’m a jew, and despite the diaspora, i think we might be a little better off than the druids numbers-wise. ❞ he smiled at that, crossing his arms to clarify his statement.
❝ my magic and my religion are two very different things. i like to keep the peas separate from the potatoes. ❞
She (he?) was at least thankful that their hair remained it’s usual length after this little… hiccup. Surprisingly, Victoria was rather unshaken by this sudden change, was this not unlike when she’d used to change her appearance and clothing to sneak aboard military ships or into infantry regiments back in the day during war-time? Only, this time the package between their legs was…well, real. And the height was much, much better, standing at a decent 5′8.″ If only that part could last.
Her… his… Zher attention was broken at the feeling of a magical energy nearing where they were adjusting their clothing to fit zher new body. A dark energy, tied to demonic origins certainly. Malicious? Zhe couldn’t be too sure. Naturally zhe had to investigate this matter, new body or not. To give the person a chance to put their guards up, zhe let her own magical signature flare as a warning before walking around a corner.
“Lost wee warlock? Can’t possibly fathom what brings you to these parts.” Shite, even zher voice was significantly changed, from her lilted mezzo to an almost delightful light baritone.
———GAZE RESTED ON THE FORM OF ANOTHER MAN. he wasn’t exactly used to the bombardment here. he had to register a moment, the word he’d used — warlock— that seemed undeniably close to home. accented english came and went, the man’s own much less harsh voice lifting over the irishman.
❝ how did you know i was… ❞ the thought drawled in tandem with his own more continuous pulse. something about this person seemed off, indicated by his intuitive senses alone. there came no fire at the back of his neck, a sign of occult and arcane origin. instead, he felt numb.
❝ who the hell are you? ❞ a danger. he knew better than to raise his voice over a murmur, but it took no edge out of his tone.
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