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The Symphony: Modern Magic

_{13 Mourningdove Lane - April 15th}

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Mathias watched tensely as what could only be described as a paramilitary militia set the cabin ablaze. Idiots they may be, if Ravensmere was to be believed (and he did seem to be mostly right for the moment), but they were dangerous, very well armed idiots.

"Well," he said, voice sounding a bit strained after the grim display of the burning wreck, "I suppose I should be giving my boss my two weeks, if I'm to be working for you."

He shook his hands a bit and worked his jaw as his magic molded his fangs and claws back into ordinary teeth and nails, the hint of beast pushed back in favor of simple humanity. It felt more... difficult to turn human than it did to turn into a... werewolf, or loup-garou, or whatever he was now, Mathias had found out. He didn't know why. He didn't like thinking about it too much.

"Though I'm not actually going to quit my job before seeing a decently drafted contract and proof that you can actually get me a new work visa. I'm not looking to lose almost a decade of seniority just to get deported to whatever prison the immigration police feels like sending me to." Not to mention that getting deported would almost certainly be a death sentence if those people are really on his trail. He started nervously picking at a patch of dry skin on his arm. "We can discuss my salary, benefits and severance package later. You'll see, I'm great secretary."

Now that he thought about it, the kid (and he really was just a kid, clearly not even old enough to drink around these parts) reacted a bit strongly to Ravensmere's name. He'd assumed the grandeur with which the elf had announced himself was just the result of that special kind of arrogance that came with being old and rich, but maybe there was something more there. "Are you a big deal or something, by the way?", he asked the old elf. "You'll have to pardon me, but I haven't really been keeping track of old rich Americans, unless I've had to work for them. And you don't really look like a finance guy, so... yeah. No clue."

Now, if he was to stay, he'd have to make some arrangements. He'd have to secure some long-term accomodations here in Twin Pines, and get his stuff from back in New York delivered over here. A few of his... Sunday friends back in the city would have to be notified of his move, too. Did his firearm licenses need to be renewed? Better check just in case, he had a feeling they might come in handy for more than just hunting...

"Is there a notary in town?" He asked abruptly, still deep in thought. "I need to get my will in order. Just in case..."

Rowan's question managed to snap him out of his planning. "The wilderness?" He repeated, puzzled. "I know a thing or two about the woods, yeah. It's, uh, mostly dense deciduous forest around here, if I recall. Wetlands, too. Good deer population, no bears. Why do you ask?"

Not the biome he was most versed in, but he could still get around well enough. As long as she didn't ask anything about the lake, he could probably answer. God, just thinking about it made him feel a bit queasy.

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Ah. So clairvoyance it was. Great, the old man had actually seen everything, not just known in some general, abstract way. Not that it changed anything for Mathias, but is was a little bit embarrassing. Last week's hunt had not been his finest moment... it was difficult to look dignified when slathered with deer gore and having several panic attacks at once.

The mention of Canada, as joking as it was, sent a pang of longing through his chest. Home... Unlike most of the others gathered here, leaving the country actually was an option for him. Might not be his choice to make in a few months either, if his employers didn't renew his work visa.

"You wouldn't make it across the border," Mathias answered matter-of-factly to Lena's question. "Border security is less strict when leaving the U.S. than when coming in, but it's still a fucking pain. Not sure your little burning friend there would pass security screening. And they watch the lake like fucking hawks, so good luck smuggling yourselves across."

"Anyways, if these hunters," Mathias sneered at that last word, "are both real and as well established here as the old man says, then they no doubt have some kind of presence in Canada as well." His jaw clenched in irritation, the sharp point of his fangs cleanly piercing through the filter on his cigarette. "Wouldn't be much of an escape... And eligibility criteria for free healthcare is dependant on your permanent resident status and which province you're in, so you'd probably not even get that."

Mathias dropped and crushed his cigarette butt under his shoe, and turned back towards the old elf. "Now, you say you wanna teach us how to fight like mages. Mutually assured survival, yaddy yadda... my question is how you plan to make that happen." He looked the man up and down, unimpressed. "You haven't had your magic any longer than any of us. How are you expecting to teach us anything?" He waved his claws and further bared his fangs in a self-deprecating rictus. "Fuck, just look at me! I don't exactly scream spell-slinging potential like you people! How do you figure you're going to teach me?! Tell me to aim for the fucking jugular?! I've already figured that part out!"

Mathias forced his jaw shut with a sharp click and took two deep breaths, trying to calm his frayed nerves. Maybe he hadn't totally finished freaking out about turning into a monster, unlike what he'd claimed earlier. "Just... this is a lot." He pointed at the Benefactor. "I don't like you. I don't trust you, and I'm not sure if I should believe you. In fact, I don't trust anyone here! I don't know you people! You're all strangers!" He huffed. "Magic is real, I don't know if I'm even human anymore, I don't know anyone in this town, and I've got to go to fucking work tomorrow! And I can't skip, because if I lose my job, I lose my work visa, and if I lose my visa, I get sent back to Canada, and what will happen then, old man?!"

He buried his face in his hands with a despondent groan. He was so tired. God, why did this all have to involve him? He should just disappear into the woods, that would solve all his problems... No work, no magic, no people, and no witch hunters...

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"Ah, yes! Tents! They are offerin' some, aren't they? So used to campin' with just my bed roll I'd forgotten to pick one up," Arthur said with a chuckle. "I'll help ya get settled with yer armour after."

He turned briefly, looking down to the young woman who had greeted them. "Good mornin' to ya as well, lass." He quickly looked her over, noting her expensive-looking armour and strange contraption she carried in a bag. She must be quite wealthy to afford all of those. A merchant's daughter, maybe? But then, if she wasn't in need of money, why join this expedition?

Ah, whatever. This wasn't his business. If the little rich lady wanted to risk her life for fun, who was he to stop her?

He turned back to Robert, clapping a heavy hand over his shoulder. "Now lad, better get these tents before they're all gone. The quicker we do that, the quicker I can make sure ya won't kill yerself swingin' that axe around."

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Doc threw a mild glare in Sir Arcticus' way. The icy knight might've been towering over him, but he didn't back down or cower. "I don't 'lack the will' to help. There's a practical reason for why I don't take a side in your fights. Not all of us can be strong, tall and young, 'ready to fight!'."

He crossed his arms defiantly. " I've chosen a different path, that's all. Someone has to make sure the people you heroes beat up don't die from their injuries."

Though Wireframe did have a point. He was already here, and that intel could be useful. Jackie and the few others who sometimes brought him news from the underworld were coming up empty, probably because of everything going down here in Nova. Which meant things would be calm enough for a few days back home. If he called in sick at the hospital, he could get a couple of days off from work, and get Jackie to hold down the fort at his place... It would still be risky, he wasn't exactly established here like back in Ironclad, but...

The doctor sighed, his posture relaxing into something a bit less defensive. "...Fine, fine. Let me see what's written on those." He reached for a random file, which turned out to be about some kind of mad researcher styling himself after a plague doctor, and quickly flipped through it, before leaning over and reading the Dragon's file still in Wireframe's hands. Just from a cursary glance, he could tell that these people were bad news, not just for Nova, but for all neighbouring cities, too.

"...Just. Tell me before you start a raid or anything. I'll set up a first aid area. Bring me the injured and I'll take of them. And I do mean all injured." His tone became sharper. He had to make sure they understood how serious he was, that he would not bend his will on this particular matter. "Medical care is a human right. I won't tolerate anyone trying to leave people behind because they're criminals, no matter how heinous the crime. Understood?"

"If I have any doubts you're neglecting anyone, I won't hesitate to run in, and I won't care if I get in your way. Human life comes first." With his piece now said, he picked a seat and settled down, waiting for this meeting to continue.

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Arthur winced a bit as he finally reached the inscription table. Here was the bane of his existence: written contracts. He'd always preferred oral contracts with the implicit threat of him simply taking his due by force if his employer ever tried to go back on their word... but that wouldn't exactly fly with a noble.

Luckily this one was more of a list of names than anything else, and his name was one of the things he'd made sure to memorize how to spell correctly, so he wouldn't have to ask the soldier for help. Thank goodness for that; so many people didn't realize that not everyone had the luxury of getting an education and learning their letters at a young age, and were rather rude about his need for assistance.

Quickly, Arthur Mercier's own name was added to the ledger in wonky, scratchy letters.

The mercenary went to nose around the offered gear, but quickly decided to not take any. His own armor, shield and sword were just as good in quality, and having to get used to new gear right before a potentially dangerous outing would be rather foolish. Though it seemed not everyone had that luxury. The man who had woken him up the previous evening had scurried away with nothing but some arrows, for some reason, and the young man from Second Chance seemed puzzled by his leather armor.

He... probably should offer some help. Hopefully most of the others would know their way around the equipment. He wasn't exactly keen on fighting surrounded by inexperienced, potentially dangerous amateurs.

"Ya need some help with that armor, lad? I could give ya a hand." He said, not unkindly, as he approached Robert. "Bit heavier and stiffer than what I use, but if yer gonna use that axe there, then I guess it's a good choice. Don't need to move as quick as me, one good wack in the neck or head and yer done. Handy on horseback too."

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