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[gravedangers]

[The communicator is either being carried by someone else, or simply floating after the man. Well dressed in his 1920s best, he is currently perusing the ‘occult’ section of a local public library. There’s a moment of silence as he traces the spine of one book, then simply begins speaking.]

How many tomes are able to be written on a subject this world clearly knows nothing about?

[He idly picks one book off the shelf- Idiot’s Guide To Protection Spells- and smirks as he flips through.]

I was something of a magical scholar- amateur, really- in my younger days. Making the utter absence of new forms to learn about here an understandable disappointment.

[The book is snapped shut, and he finally looks up to smile into the camera.]

If there are any actual witches or wizards listening, I would appreciate a moment of your time. Or, barring that, anyone that has seen magic in their lives. I’ll settle for whatever information this world can manage to scrape together.

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[OOC: Also feel free to action it up in any library your character may be in. Or if you live in 009 MAURTIA FALLS come action at him for earlier/later in the day!]

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[nextlevel]

[ A - what? Did he just say magical? And ask to talk to other witches and wizards? Where the hell have he and Victor ended up. ]

Um ... We don't have any. Nothing at all. And that's normal, I think.

[gravedangers]

[There's a faint smirk as he takes in the- yeah, it's a kid. A muggle kid.]

Unsurprising. Most of my kind are afraid to advertise. They blame history for that.

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[bindsthedead]

There are a few of us around, but even most imPorts are unfamiliar with magic- and there doesn't seem to be any native to this world.

[gravedangers]

You've been here for some time?

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[heckblazer]

[ When John sees this coming through his feed, he decides to try something other than the direct approach.

He decides to apply a new trick he's taught himself with summoning circles to get them to work in reverse - open one up and concentrate, and he can send things through. Small things, and a great deal more concentration than he'd admit, but it works.

In this case, he'd sending through a book, bound in what might be human skin if Graves has the eye for that sort of thing. If John focused and divined properly, the circle should open up in a modest burst of flame and belch out the book near to Graves. Inside are illuminations by hand detailing things like protective spells, exorcisms and other rituals. But first, when he opens the book a hand-written note falls out: ]

You too, huh?

/touches

[gravedangers]

[Graves flicks the hovering camera away with his wrist, the item returning to a place in his pocket, safely off, as he picks the book up with his other hand. It doesn't scream or attempt to bite him, the covering not exactly what one would find in a wizard academy library, but hardly novel in his line of investigation.

But it is a very, very good sign. Made all the more exciting by the fact the spell that sent it to him wasn't one he recognized. Nor are many of the actual items in the book.

Hm.

And damn. He attempts a repulsion spell to no avail. It sat low and hot in his stomach, and angry knot, that some of his magic was missing. Like a pinky finger gone. Nothing critical, not that he'd found yet, but enough of a mild annoyance that he can't forget it. It, or the pain those that had taken some of his power were destined to suffer.

Fine. Something else then. He touches his finger to the note and summoned the instrument that had written it. It may take a few minutes, but whatever pen or pencil John used was now flying through the air to him.]

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[wizzardly]

[he may work most days at Chilton's new hospital, but Rincewind still finds time for two shifts a week at the Nonah Public Library. He has a self-made, glitter-strewn badge pinned to a red vest naming him Assistant Librarian Rincewind, a pointy hat with the word Wizzard in haphazard sequins, he's being followed by a chest on legs, and he's pushing a cart full of books.

It's Graves' lucky day.]

Finding everything all right? [perfunctory, if still friendly, barely glancing the other wizard's way as he climbs on the Luggage to reach a high shelf.]

[gravedangers]

Not sure there's much to be found.

[There's a dry humor to it as he watches the man climb on clearly enchanted furniture. A bit of a pointless use of a spell, to his mind, levitation was much more straightforward. Or summoning.

Graves pointed at the book Rincewind had just placed back, and it flew into his hand.]

Are there any actual magical texts in this...establishment?

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[deadtective]

I dunno if you've like, ever seen people, but I'm pretty sure that magic books being a bunch of fucking bullshit is the most exciting thing that could ever happen.

[people are stupid as all fuck. the fewer who got their hands on actual magic the better - especially when most magical assholes ended up living forever.]

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[gravedangers]

Ignorance for the masses?

[anuncommonwizard]

[ Newt stared at the strange little square window he'd been given, eyebrows arching as it flicked on and displayed ...

Oh bugger.

He immediately reached to turn it off only he had no idea how. So instead he lay it face down, intending to ignore it. Only then he turned his back on the blasted thing leaving it and it's lovely shiny case sitting on a work bench.

Which is how the stupid thing came to be turned back over. The images moved quickly, perhaps too quickly to identify glass containers and other bits of bobs that hung about in the shed; bits and bobs that were definitely from the 1928 wizarding world. It passed along shiny black fur and was lifted to a flat, flesh toned beak which set between two brilliant dark eyes.

The Niffler snuffled at the device, unsure about this side. He liked the other side better and so turned it around, giving the video a nice solid view of a wooden work bench. ]

What have you got ... oh, oh no ... NO. Give it back!

[ And with a quickness the video feed disappeared into the Niffler's pouch. The sound of a chitter and scurrying feed, with Newt's muffled cursing in the background, before there was a jolt, a thump and more scurrying. The chase was on. ]

[gravedangers]

[He sites, quietly for a time. Waiting for the man to come back.]

Under control?

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[burnseternal]

I believe that depends on how you define magic.

What is your definition?

[gravedangers]

[He tilts his head. He'd never really have to consider that before.]

Hm. That is a question books could be written on. But for a quick fix? Innate abilities of great power and versatility.

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[whathawksdo]

Again with the witches and wizards thing. Is Thedas really the only world that goes with 'mage'? I mean, I suppose there is 'witch of the wilds' and 'apostate', too, sure, but definitely no 'wizard'.

[ Unknown magic user? Yeah, she's sticking to voice for now. Sorry, Graves. ]

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[gravedangers]

Mage is a bit medieval for my taste. As is apostate. But to each their own.

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[foreshadower]

Oh -- Oh my, isn't it ridiculous?

[ A soft laugh, and the man leaned back in his chair. ]

I can assure you, however, there are true tomes, if you know where to look.

[ Who has Zatanna's book collection?

Shade do. ]

[gravedangers]

[hello new best friend]

I would greatly appreciate a guide.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, I can tell you are going to make oodles of friends.

[Oodles.]

[gravedangers]

Are you counting yourself among them?

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[cleptes]

I've come across a few magical artifacts in my time. [ Well, more like stolen them before selling them onto the highest bidder, but details. ]

Not a magic user though.

[gravedangers]

Came across. As an archaeologist or merchant?

[byblow]

They have flying - things. Cars. [ He's learning the vocabulary, okay? Bear with him. ] And lights just come on.

[ His point is that they obviously know something about magic. ]

[gravedangers]

Yes, those forced to live without magic do manage to adapt in their own way.

[ Just a little- nah, totally condescending, here. Why use electricity when you can make light out of nothing?]

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[sidequestings]

[ there is for sure an elf in the video feed. a real one, dangit, not those impostors you call house elves. ]

Hawke's already mentioned the mage versus witch and wizard thing-- [ he was sort of listening in. ] --but there's a handful of us here, I suppose. What did you want to know?

[gravedangers]

[ His eyes do indeed quickly flick to the man's ears. Interesting. ]

Your name would be a start.

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[flowerette]

Do you consider imPort powers to be magic of a sort? Or would they not fall under such a classification?

[gravedangers]

They are gifts, certainly. But magic is something in your blood.

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[rathercommon]

[ The girl on the screen is smiling politely enough - but there's something just a little ironic in her hooded eyes, and her words aren't exactly as cordial as perhaps they ought to be. ]

I'm quite familiar with magic. I'm not exactly partial to it.

[gravedangers]

Seen it, but not a practitioner?

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[beneathbluerafters]

The book selection here is rather lacking, yes. The few books you can find are usually hilariously inaccurate.

[gravedangers]

So I've noticed. The retelling of the Salem Witch Hunt is particularly interesting fiction.

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[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate arrives in Maurtia Falls #009 late one night, finds one of the empty rooms in the house, and does not bother waking her new housemates for introductions. She assumes they've been told that she's coming; if not, pounding on doors in the middle of the night seems like a good way to get off to a bad start.

So she just is there the next morning in the kitchen, waiting, having skirted the gigantic snake habitat in the living room and taken a seat at the kitchen table. Dressed in black jeans and a purple sweater, with a mug of coffee and a half-eaten plate of pancakes, tapping away on her communicator, she does not look much like a home-invader. Still, when she hears someone approaching the room she sits up a little straighter and the first thing she says is: ]

Hi, I'm the new housemate. Kate Bishop.

[gravedangers]

[ He's already pressed and dressed when he enters the kitchen- a wonder, how magic cuts down on morning prep time- but without overcoat and shoes yet. He looks in surprise that it's a young woman sitting at the table, far more so than he had at the collection of snakes (wizards. these things happened). He hadn't assumed a muggle government to be competent, but at least able to assign by age.

Ah well. He fixed his own cup of coffee and, lifting a hand to summon the newspaper from the front stoop to the table, takes a seat across from her. ]

Graves. Good morning to you, Ms. Bishop.

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[ewenique]

( MK is creeping. It's not personal, just kind of... what she does. Right now she is creeping and collecting books on technology and many a related topic, although whether she's trying to hide behind or look around her pile is debatable. Unfortunately, disaster is going to disaster, and skittish, nervous teenage girls can be taken by surprise by things like movements and shadows, when they are this tightly wound. She trips, grabs at the nearest thing next to her, and unfortunately that something is a dodgy shelf that sends a cascade of books toppling over the both of them.

So much for "be quiet, go unnoticed." )

[gravedangers]

[Unnoticed she is not, but at least they remained unharmed. The shield spell sparks into existence reflexively, only letting a couple books make in through to hit them, the rest bouncing off and away. All muggle, non magical books, so there isn't any screaming or released curses or a single one attempting to attack them. Horribly dull, all in all.

The spell drops and he turns to offer a hand up.]

Everything alright?

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[snoobs]

[ Hemali can already sense something off before she steps inside the house. There's a slight pause at the front door before she unlocks it, turning the knob and wandering in to see who or what's made itself at home.

The blood python is curled into her habitat, but it's one that's left wide open for her to slither out of as she pleases. Hemali glances at her, as if looking to her for an answer.

She actually is and Dhia informs her there is indeed a stranger in the household. ]

Whoever is here, come out.

[gravedangers]

[He steps out from kitchen with hands up, a small smile in place. Ah, the illustrious owner of the snake. The animal had, oddly enough, been one of the more normal aspects of this entire experience. Wizards and their pets were a tale as old as time.]

A parselmouth?