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likeanamazcn:
Jonathan peers through the Magic Box’s herbs, working quickly to find what he needs before he is recognized.
He hates this: hates working under subterfuge, hates what his talents are being used for. Making Warren stronger? Where’s the fun in that?
But orders are orders and he’s not sure he’s capable of dealing with what will happen if he disobeys.
So he pulls out some cedar, some ginseng, some mandrake.
dylan-j-wendall:
“Are you lost?”
notxtherealme:
“That was one of the points she brought up. That everyone’s read it and it’s kind of old now. Don’t get me wrong, the themes and lessons learnt in that book are important to be dealt with, but I kind of agree with her on that front I mean… think of it like this: If someone’s read it and they have a younger sibling, what’s stopping that sibling from going to their brother slash sister and getting all the answers for the coursework from them? I mean, doesn’t that delete the purpose of studying it, if you’re not learning about the themes and issues yourself?”
Jonathan frowned. “Maybe. Wait, no. Uh, I didn’t get that at all. We all learn things that have been studied before, And even if you learn from an older sibling, you still have to understand the themes to write a good essay. But with that logic, we shouldn’t read any classics. Or anything anyone’s read before, because what about the internet?”
He shrugged. “She raised some good points, but I didn’t think that one was a good argument.”
notxtherealme
notxtherealme:
“I’m sure in like a decade or so, some hipster kid’ll rediscover it and be all about it and then the whole nerd culture will become the in thing and will it will be considered cool.” It’s how Jamie saw it anyway, as that’s how things generally were revived.
Given that he found out they they were in the same class, he figured out that talking about it lesson the awkward silence. “Did you witness the debate that girl had about changing the syllabus? She wants to swap Mockingbird with some autobiographies because she feels they’re more relevant to the generation. She brought up some really good points and it was interesting to hear things from her perspective.”
“Yeah, uh. I don’t know?” Jonathan said nervously. He wasn’t used to people asking his opinions. “I mean . . . it depends. Maybe we could do both? I mean, everyone reads Mockingbird. Has to be worth something.”
kanika-devan-celeber:
Kanika slept for a few hours, and once she woke up, it took her a few minutes to remember that there was a ghost there with her, and that crossed her mind only when her gaze fell on the lamp next to the bed.
˝Right… Ouija board. You still ‘ere, ghostie?˝ She asked lazily before taking one cigarette out of the pack and lighting it. ˝I’m not Buffy or Faith, but I think I can help you. Unless you want to take revenge on someone and want my help. In that case, I have to say ‘no’ already. Police is not really… fond of me.˝
Jonathan felt a rush of relief through his entire consciousness when Kanika spoke. Hastily, he tapped the lamp to announce his presence -- but was careful to keep the nudge gentle, as if to say he meant no harm.
open | magic box
exdemonofvengeance:
jonathan-the-mage
Taking a careful yet concise moment of consideration, Anya budged. “Well if you’re here to purchase our goods, and not kill people- and more importantly, give us your money-” She shrugged carelessly. “I guess that’s alright with me. Just don’t go all evil, you slippery weasel.” Smiling, she shuffled over to the any shelves of assorted crystals. “Well there ya go- don’t break anything.” Not being of much assistance, she pointed in their general direction and walked back to the counter.
“Who said anything about killing? Look we just turned Buffy invisible that one time. ...And that, uh. Never mind. You don’t need to know about that. But no killing. We’re, like, lawful evil.”
Still grumbling, he moved off toward the crystals and began to sort through the rose quartz.
open | magic box
exdemonofvengeance:
“How many times have I told you not to come into my- I mean, Giles’ store?” Correcting herself, she crossed her arms sternly. “Just because I’m not into vengeance anymore, don’t think I can’t still kick your ass.”
“Um. Look, it’s just . . . you guys have the best quality stuff. When I try to get crystals from online retailers, they’re always flawed, and they break when I try to do spells.” Jonathan scowls, and rubs at his left hand, where there’s a slight burn on the palm.
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( note : roleplay blogs only- i feel a little uncomfortable writing for personal blogs. )
"Will you be my best man?"
“Wait, you’re getting married?!?!” Andrew nearly spit out his coffee.
he-was-evil-now-he-bakes:
jonathan-the-mage:
“Well … yes.” Jonathan blushed. “Dennis asked me last night.”
“Dude that’s great! Of course I’ll be your best man!“Andrew hugged Jonathan tightly.
Jonathan laughed and hugged Andrew back. “Thanks, man. Knew I could count on you.”
He snorted. “Unlike Dennis. I was supposed to ask him, remember? We were planning it and everything.”
"Will you be my best man?"
“Wait, you’re getting married?!?!” Andrew nearly spit out his coffee.
“Well . . . yes.” Jonathan blushed. “Dennis asked me last night.”
buffyannesxmmers:
“People were in that bank Jonathan. People got hurt. How is that a victimless crime?”
“W-well the demon wasn’t supposed to hurt anyone! That was Andrew’s job!”
btvs rewatch ✞ 3x02 Dead Man’s Party
he-was-evil-now-he-bakes:
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to be evil! I-I like who I am already!”
...Huh. Never thought those words would come out of his mouth.
EAT.
(Send “EAT” to stuff food in my muse’s mouth to make them stop talking)
“And the Kirk was like-” Andrew said before Jonathan shoved the takeout food in his mouth.
he-was-evil-now-he-bakes:
jonathan-the-mage:
“Andrew, I’ve seen that episode as many times as you have. I don’t need a play by play.”
Andrew chews the food and swallows. “I know, but I like talking about it,”
“Yeah, well, let me get a word in here and there at least!”
kanika-devan-celeber:
Soon, Kanika emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a big, a few sizes too big white shirt over her underwear, as a pajama.
˝Good night, ghostie…˝ She mumbled, before flopping down on the bed and falling asleep almost immediately. Exhausted from the slaying, she needed sleep both because of how tired and she was and to heal a few bruises that were inflicted upon her recently.
Waiting while Kanika slept was miserable. Jonathan was restless; he wanted to get out now. But as the night dragged on, he struggled to settle himself down.
He’d waited months already; he could wait one more night.
EAT.
(Send “EAT” to stuff food in my muse’s mouth to make them stop talking)
“And the Kirk was like-” Andrew said before Jonathan shoved the takeout food in his mouth.
“Andrew, I’ve seen that episode as many times as you have. I don’t need a play by play.”
