[center][color=tomato][h1]JAC[/h1][/color]
You don’t Know Jac[/center]


Jac left the diner and headed across the street to her car and pulled her purse off her shoulder and put it in the trunk of her car once she pulled out her wallet and tucked it in her pocket. Then just before she left she cast a sealing spell on the car which wouldn’t prevent anyone from entering it but would mark them as well as notifying her of the event like an arcane car alarm.


It was going to prove an interesting day if things didn’t go sideways and even then it could be entertaining so long as the Loa kept watch over her and kept her safe. Some would think her strange, weak or privileged because she depended on others to watch over her and how wrong they would be, the wolves understood as did all witches both stronger as a pack or a coven she had neither at the moment. She was Solitaire and would remain so till she could find a coven outside of her family so till then she required caution if she wished to survive too bad she didn’t practice it as carefully as she should.


So throwing caution to the wind she walked into the Mystiq seemingly oblivious to it’s sinister vibe which she perceived as the dank cool stones of a crypt. A mortal might find such a revelation creepy but to a witch who often dealt with the spirits of the dead it was actually familiar and comforting. She took a seat at the bar and waited to be noticed by the barkeep as she looked around herself and took stock of the people and creatures there.