Open World Post: Aviario, CT

[dr_feistus]

At first glance, Aviario could be any normal small New England city - it's got its fair share of well-preserved historical buildings, a lovely park, a reasonably happy community, and a decent amount of "townies" who've been around forever and know everyone and everything there is to know about living there.

At second glance, there are strange things that were probably a trick of the mind - a flash of light, an animal looking at you as though it were watching you, someone who just lit their cigarette without a lighter.

At third glance, you start looking closer, and find out at least one thing: magic is real. Depending on how closely you look ... you might find out more than you wanted to know about who uses it, and why, and how.

Just pass through, crash with someone you happen to have met before for a weekend, poke your nose where it doesn't belong ... it's all up to you, the city is an open book. Just ... don't go near that old house on the hill. The owner's really tired of having to turn away everyone who goes up there just to ask about the "ancient curse".

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oh em gee squee, yessss

[dr_feistus]

The other man looks annoyed, as well, though it's more at his own embarrassing predicament than anything else. He leans on the staff heavily as he kneels to pick up the bulk of the papers - proof that he's not the only one with a bad leg. As Dugan seems to be a sharp sort of gentleman, it might even stick out like a sore thumb that all the little eddies of wind which tend to swirl leaf and paper into little tornadoes seem to be blowing the papers back in his direction, and within his reach. Dark eyes flicker up toward the Scotsman, as he reaches for the paper - a barely legible scrawl on an insurance referral form.

Most days, I am. I suppose it's time I went shopping for a new case.

He offers him a politely distanced smile. Thank you.

((Paul has access to power, but very little of his own innate ability - what he can get, he draws off the ley lines running under the town ... so most of what Dugan would pick up would actually be coming from the staff he uses as a walking cane. There's also a bit of protective energy coming from one pocket of his lab coat - a little spell bundle sewn into the lining. Let me know if you need any more!))

i feel loved, yay

[throughmyhands]

Tch. Nae a bother.

He gathers the rest of the papers up and hands them over, a wee bit less grumpy than he was a moment ago. Instead, he seems more formally polite, a wariness to his gaze.

Perhaps a pack, what with your stave. What sort of stone is that?



((I'm good, thanks!))