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[highwarlock]

"You've reached the fabulous High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane. If it's important, leave your name and number and I'll get back to you. If it's not, then stop wasting my time."

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voice;

[onsilksheets]

Hello Magnus, it's Bela.

I was just checking in with you.

{video}

[regretter]

Is now a good time for a practical demonstration?

ring ring, magnus;

[senca]

[ guess who has blue eyes, a grumpy disposition, and sounds even more cranky than the last time you saw him? this guy right here. ]

Sebastian is in Anatole. [ and that might be why. ]

voice;

[senca]

I can't find Isabelle. [ a sharp inhale and then he continues: ] She isn't in her room and we were supposed to go on patrol earlier.

[ GUESS WHO IS PANICKING. ]

video;

[nolessthanseven]

Magnus.

[she pauses, not totally sure how to continue.]

Have you seen Alec?

voice; backdated

[alphaophiuchi]

[ooc: backdated to shortly after this thread]

I hear you have brooms all charmed up.

video;

[nolessthanseven]

[hello, Magnus. It's your best friend Isabelle calling. Doesn't she look pretty?

[Yes, she's always pretty. It's sort of a thing.

[But that's not why she's called you today.

[No, today she has called you because she hasn't seen you in ages, and that's seriously a Big Fucking Problem.

[So you'll excuse the fact that she's not actually speaking. She just smiles at the camera a little - some sort of sadly amused, 'wow you're sort of dumb' expression - and then sighs heavily.]

video

[not_trivial]

[ nervous. that is really the only way that you could describe Alec right now. everything about him screamed nervous energy and something that might almost be called fear.

almost.

it's hard to tell when he refuses to really look at the screen, fidgeting and letting his fingers work at the fraying hem of his dark gray jumper (Anatole was nice enough to gift him with well worn sweaters and not just hunting gear), a few more threads coming loose in his grip before he finally looks up. not right at the screen, but a little bit off, blue eyes constantly moving around.]

Magnus, I... [ he pauses, toys with the fraying hem a little more before he sighs and mumbles out, quickly.] I need to talk to you. And I'm sorry it took me this long and--

[ he stops himself. he really doesn't have an excuse beyond that of his fear, and the guilt that has been curling around his lungs and pressing him down since before he even got to this place, making it almost impossible to breathe without a painful reminder of what he had messed up.]

Can you-- can you meet me at the ruins? Please?

[ he look sup on the please,lets the desperation and fear speak for itself.]