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[weyetch]

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well well well
this is a fine kettle of fish we've all found ourselves in eh
hey idk what the policy on unsupervised animals is but i sent my familiar out to scout
so if you see a crow flying around and snooping
don't worry about it

so, i'm Witch
i've been here for maybe an hour
there are worse universes to get spontaneously spirited away to tbh. seems cozy here
i got the elevator pitch already but, really, what's a girl gotta know to get by
what's exciting, what's dangerous, where can i get a good iced coffee

side note: magic? we got a policy on that around here?
obviously this place is just oozing with it but if any of you are gonna flip your lids if you see me casting it'd be good to know sooner rather than later



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Who; A little birdie, his mistress, and you!
What; Crow flies around and scouts out the city, OR Witch pokes around the Historium
Where; Out and about the city OR at the Historium
When; March 30th
Warnings; probably none?

a. out and about the city with Crow
[Whether or not you saw Witch's warning doesn't change that Crow is out and about, doing his thing. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, there's a crow here now.

He looks like a perfectly ordinary crow, though those with a sense for magic may detect something...off about him. Even without any magic, one can certainly tell he's up to something. He keeps trying to enter buildings and, when that inevitably doesn't work, he finds a perch so he can peer into the windows. He gets much too close to people, entirely too brazen for a bird. If items are left unattended he might start prodding at them with his beak.

If you stare at him for too long, he'll stare back. And then he'll caw, as if in greeting.]

b. in the Historium
[Whatever misgivings Witch had about this whole situation (and, honestly, Witch has met her latest surprise excursion into a brand new universe with an attitude of "this might as well happen") disappear the instant she enters the Historium.

Anyone present might hear a breathed-out,] Oh, fuck yes, [and see her find a desk to make herself comfortable at. Once in a while, he caws, and Witch looks up—she's got a considerable stack of books beside her, and has managed to acquire a notebook in which she's scrawling like a woman possessed; she's sat near the Directory so she can quiz it and make all sorts of requests, and she takes notes on the responses, in between texting on her tell phone. Here and there she strolls through the shelves, looking high up and letting her eye scan the titles top to bottom from under its patch, silent and imperceptible. When she finds a book she's interested in, she draws her wand, points it upwards, and a faint purple glow surrounds the book, which floats out of the shelf and lowers itself slowly into her other hand.

All of this is done quite casually, like it's entirely normal for her. She waves politely at any spectators or passersby.]

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B!

[monochromatically]

[As far as places in this world went, the Historium was a frequent haunt for Mono since his arrival. It wasn’t the vast amount of books (as much fun as it was to get to look at them), so much as its calm atmosphere compared to the rest of the city. Yes, there were some nice places outdoors that he had enjoyed running around, but the blanket of fog that refused to lift was unsettling. So between that and how the Grey Building was just a touch too quiet for an overactive imagination, this was an excellent shelter.

It was warm, there were still people moving about so he could hear faint noises around him, and the shelves were excellent for climbing to stay out of people’s way and avoid chance encounters that he didn’t see coming.

Or at least that was the idea behind it, as he had made himself comfortable atop one shelf with a small book that had some interesting stories and fun, colourful artwork. What he didn’t expect was to hear a book from near the top to slide off of its shelf as though someone had pulled it free. With a small, muffled gasp, he rolled onto his side and peered down below. Eyes behind the paper bag widening at the sight of a woman pointing at a book with what appeared to be a glowing wand.

That was a little unsettling to watch, really. What was more interesting to Mono was her hat! It was so big and pointy! So stylish! Much nicer than the pointed hats that the little ‘nomes’ he’d met wore. Unfortunately, his distraction with trying to get a better look at it meant that he clumsily knocked his small novel off the top of the bookshelf as he moved.

The book dropped to the ground and landed not far from Witch with an audible thud, followed by another small sound from the child above.]

[weyetch]

[Witch is turned around and ready to head back to her seat when the book thumps onto the ground beside her, and she starts a little in place. For a second, she thinks she's knocked it over in the process of retrieving her own book, but it's just slightly too far off for that. Her eye follows upwards from where it landed and settles, with some curiosity, on the child atop the shelf.]

Hey there. [She gives a short wave and tilts her head, just so.] You drop something?

[Tucking her chosen book under her arm, she flicks her wand and the same purple glow surrounds the fallen book. It follows her wand up, up, slowly, until the book hovers in front of him. After a beat of consideration, she pushes it a little closer—the thought of the child reaching too far out from that high up makes her nervous. Smiling, she nods at him.]

Go ahead.

[monochromatically]

[When Witch caught on to where the book had come from and looked up, at first he could only offer back an awkward little wave back in greeting.]

Sorry— [He managed to respond in a quiet tone a moment later when she asked him if he’d dropped something, paper bag tilting to look from her to the book on the floor.

Mono finally forward a little again as the book rose up from where it had fallen, focused on the purple glow and its ascent with the same interest as when she’d gotten the other book before. It really was weird... How did she do that? Was it magic? He’d seen someone do something like that once, but not the same way. What else could she do that with? Just books, or other things too? When she pushed the novel closer in the air, he reached out tentatively to poke at the spine as if testing the surface and the light around the book. A moment or two later, he finally took a hold of it and plucked it out of the air.

Looking at the book for a moment, then back at Witch, he couldn’t help but ask...]

How’d you do that?

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[soulsword]

If you've only been here for an hour, how can you be sure there are worse universes?

Most do not seem to mind magic. The "locals" are sometimes curious about it

[weyetch]

eh i got a good feeling about these kinds of things
you're right though i shouldn't judge until i get to try the coffee
being chill about magic is a point in this place's favor though
"locals" in quotation marks? ominous

[soulsword]

have you been to many universes?

of course, coffee will tell you all you need to know about this place.

much about this place is ominous. the aspects refuse to admit they have little idea whats going on.

a.

[hellofishies]

[ Back home Arkady has spent a lot of time sitting no rooftops using her abilities to look out. Of course, back home there had been reasons for that. Here, there weren't those reasons, but old habits were hard to break. Besides, things happened here and someone should be looking, right? At least that's how she tried to look at it. Maybe it was just that she liked having something familiar to do. Or maybe she just liked looking out at how things were changing. If they were changing.

Whatever her reason was, she was on the roof of a building in the market, dangling her barefeet off the roof with glowing eyes making a brief appearance every now and then. The crow was something she noticed further away and her demeanor perked up when it came closer. ]

Birdie! Hello! [ She clapped her hands together excitedly and smiled brightly at the bird, looking to directly meet it's eyes. ] What are you looking around for?

[weyetch]

[Crow isn't here for Arkady, by any means, so much as she just happens to be nearby as he scouts the market. A store for this, a store for that; all resources he can report back to his mistress, data he can return so she can have herself a proper map. Here and there, people interact with him, but mostly just to shoo him away when he gets too close and too curious. So, of course, when Arkady looks him full in the face and smiles, he's a little surprised! He hops a little in place to better face her, fluffs his feathers up a little, and caws. By way of answer, he makes a big display of looking down towards the market below, back at her, down at the market, and back at her. Then he caws again.]

[hellofishies]

Is someone down there? Lets go see then, hm? [ Arkady jumps up from her position and then in the blink of an eye teleports down to the market to see if she could find if there was a bird partner around. That had to be it, right? Maybe the bird had a friend or a partner in crime! ]

Does anyone here know a Crow? He seems curious and smart and I think there was someone down here he was looking for? [ It was probably strange for her to just shout that right then and there, but Arkady never thought about what things were strange (or inappropriate) and what weren't. ]

[Text];

[familybadass]

Are people in your world normally so open about what they are?

[weyetch]

are people in your world normally a dick about it?

[familybadass]

[ That's just Dean]

Sometimes. You didn't answer the question.

[Text]

[notthatblonde]

I've never met a witch before.

[weyetch]

you have now! congrats
i offer free witchery q&as on weekends
actually i shouldn't say that i have no idea what the calendar system is like here yet
it was a weekend just before i got here anyway

[notthatblonde]

Thanks. Wait are you serious?

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[asthecroweflies]

(OOC: Continued from here)

Nothing?
If I need to get places, I generally take a flight. You know, on a plane?

Yeah, sure. Her name's Illyana. Catch her in the right mood and she might be helpful.

Some people believe me, sure, but most thing I'm a wacko with a mental disorder. I don't tell general clients I'm psychic. I'd never get any business. No, most people where I'm from are perfectly fine with their narrow world view.

The Wizard of Oz. I guess I could have asked about Baba Yaga. Would that make you feel better?

[weyetch]

yeah lemme just pay out my ass for a plane ticket to the next town over
broom flight's more like
taking a trip on a bicycle
but faster and with less traffic

makes sense to keep that shit on lockdown then
sucks though
could be worse i guess. some places they get a sniff of that kind of thing and pull you straight outta society
still, too bad that people gotta be people

shit that's right
you'd be amazed at how many worlds the wizard of oz shows up in
lots of earth variants out there
same with baba yaga
that's what we really need to be getting at
the true goal for any witch

[asthecroweflies]

You could always be a flight attendant. They get to fly for free.

yeah, people start pulling out things like "freak" and "psycho" and you just learn to be quiet about it.

I wonder why there are so many Earth variants...are you from Earth?

...what's that? A walking house?

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[prodigalvampire]

I don't think the magic cops are going to hunt you down here.

[Funny enough there are magic cops where he's from. He's even related to one.]

But if you start hexing people and causing a hard time for everybody else, we'll probably be upset. Do unto others, right?

[weyetch]

[they've got magic cops where she's originally from but instead they call them knights and instead of doing arrests they mostly do murder]

believe it or not i'm not really a hexing kinda gal
more trouble than it's worth
same with running around causing problems. too much effort for nothing
do unto others indeed

[prodigalvampire]

[His are called "Wardens", but the name's misleading. Wardens don't imprison, either. The sentence is always death. Blood doesn't stain a Warden's grey cloak.]

Now I'm curious what kind of gal you are, then. What's your poison, Witchy Woman?

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[chaosvessel]

[Vincent spends on a lot of time of rooftops, did I mention that? Most recently, he's been spending most of his time atop the wall overlooking the harbor district, which, unlike the rest of the city, is still cloaked in a heavy fog. There are creatures in the mist at night, but the day is quiet, and while the fog is still thick, the people below are bustling about their lives as best they can, quickening their daily activities so as to be inside and safe there when night falls and those creatures return.

By day, Vincent watches for any activity, and he is also perched along the wall, crouched, his worn red cape pulled close about him, fluttering in the breeze atop the wall, its high collar obscuring his lower face from view. His body is also a mystery, hidden beneath the folds of his cape, though his black hair flutters around his shoulders in the wind as well. When the mechanical bird alights near him he turns his crimson eyes to it, curiosity drawing his attention. He watched the bird watch him for a few moment, eyebrows raising as it caws a greeting to him.

He's no stranger to robotics, or even to semi-sentient animatronic extensions of an ally far away. In fact, he gets a similar sense from this bird that he does from a furred robot known as Cait Sith, the remote communications android for a dear friend back home. The similarity is enough to get him to speak to the curious robot.]

Who sent you?

[weyetch]

[Crow is overflowing with magic, right down to his very being; that's not hard to pick up on. For all intents and purposes, though, he looks like an ordinary bird. Then again, ordinary birds aren't usually so comfortable so near people.

Really, Vincent isn't even a factor when Crow alights. It's just that this seems like the best place to pause and get a proper vantage over the harbor. He's hesitant to go into the fog, not without Witch, but he should at least get a sense of the boundaries so he can bring the data back to her.

Vincent speaks to him and Crow inclines his head. He turns it back towards the city—his mistress is in the Historium at the moment, making herself quite at home—and then back to Vincent. Another caw, as if that might pass as an answer.]

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[kree_soldieress]

Hello Miss Witch! You use magic, yes? You're asking about it and you're a witch. The Prince, not of here, but of my people, he is a witch. And Mur-G'nn as well. I would be comfortable with it.

Also, what is the meaning of 'kettle of fish'? Is this an expression? I do not see an actual kettle of fish.

[weyetch]

i sure do. excellent detective work on that one
thanks for the seal of approval on that
a fine kettle of fish is like
a situation that's weird and not actually fine
such as: being hauled off in the middle of what you're doing to a weird new universe with no immediately apparent way of getting back
mur-g'nn is a new term to me. what's that mean?