#oflokismischief

[arelegions]

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It was surprising, really, that David had never been to New York before now. After all his moves from facility to facility, you’d think he’d have wound up there eventually. But nope. And now he’d brought his family there, and he was curious. About the people, the city, the powered. Because he sensed their minds, their powers glowing like jewels inside their skulls, and he wanted to get to know them. Besides the people at Summerland (traitors -- siding with Farouk -- they had their chance --) he’d never met another person like him. So, when he sensed something new, something more powerful than anything he’d felt before, besides the Shadow King, he decided to investigate.

So, he left his family (be good girls now, all of you) and teleported away, to where this person was, this stranger, whose presence he could feel from miles away. And, as he approached the other man, he felt that power radiating again. He raised his hands a little in a parody of surrender, to show he meant no harm, and smiled at him. He sent out his thoughts, gentle and soft: Hello. My name’s David. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion. He lowered his hands and spoke out loud, in that same quiet and calm voice, “I’m new to the area. Figured I’d introduce myself.”

[doctorxfmysticarts]

Cross legged on the floor in front of the Rotunda of Gateways, the middle one to be exact, dial turned to the coordinates of Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh for Bats to get his dose of fresh air and sometimes Stephen accompanies him but today the door was just left open on the top over looking the town under it. Using his own old foot notes for the young Billy, what to stay away from unless he wants to break the reality of time, hopes it’ll help in the young wiccan’s journey into the realm of spells and materials to look into. Soft scratching of the pen tip on paper came to a holt, long period of time actually as soon as the other enter the sanctum, not opening the portal from sensing another being with the other. Stephen for a brief time period happened to be a veterinarian - he loved the work, all his patients loved him more then the human ones, where he met Bats - so he knew it was Nightmare when he thought about it made sense on the timing. Leaving his mug of wine untouched, that had another fox this one sleeping zero given on it as he stayed rooted on the floor. “Does someone need the last of their needles?” He called over his shoulder, it would be his third and the last unless Loki has taken the feline to the clinic. Only reasoning for Loki to be here, they weren’t exactly friends.

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