welcome to the new age
@witchaubreyrichard
The East was shrouded in a grey fog, the stars were merely pinpricks of light, refracting in the dense night air. The only sound was the alternating pattern of feet on the pavement. Elias Rousseau had only just arrived in Linden, and he knew what his first order of business would be to establish himself in the city. He had a feeling he would be staying a while, so he needed to gain a foothold in the supernatural community. So it was fortuitous, then, that a very old friend was the leader of the city’s contingent of witches. Though, Eli was not your average witch.
The man had a reputation that preceded him, his name known to some around New Orleans only as folklore or legend, a story of the city’s rich esoteric history. He had no idea what other friends - or enemies - he might find in Linden. As he reached his destination, a rather unassuming park bench in relative darkness, he made himself comfortable as he waited in the night. It wasn’t long before he could sense the man behind him. “You have never really been good with discretion, now have you Aubrey? I could feel your aura a mile away.”
Settling his heavy coat on his shoulders, Aubrey pulled at lapels to get the fabric to settle right around his body, framing his lean figure. Of course, none of his jackets were simple, each had spells weaved into the fabric, had small pockets for various potions and small scrolls of paper. Though he doubted highly that he would need those in particular tonight. It didn’t hurt to be prepared, after all, they had only just dealt with one problem, that might lead to more in the future, he would hate to be caught unawares.
It was rare that Aubrey ran into friends, possibly because he had very few to begin with, not being altogether friendly. Eli might be a hundred or so years younger, but they both carried reputations in the city of New Orleans. Of course, for different reasons, New Orleans was a hotbed of magic, Aubrey represented the old magic, written in grimoires, a tradition brought from France, where Eli had learned from the voodoo queen herself. Tucking his hands into his pockets, Aubrey stepped up to the bench, a smirk on his lips at the remark before he was making his way around to sit down beside his old friend. “As I have repeated many a time before Elias, if I hadn’t wanted you to sense me, you wouldn’t have. I find it rather rude to conceal myself from friends”
