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Vance blinked, still not quite convinced that she was thinking with her mind rather than her irrational anxiety. However, she was a witch, and he simply did not want to get on her bad side, so he respected her wishes.

"Alright, alright..." Vance put his hands up in surrender. "Didn't mean to freak you out. Just wanted you to be safe. Welp...I guess I'll take my leave...maybe I'll see you around. Take care, Miss Devika."

He waved again before heading off in his own direction. He hated leaving her, but she was right...they were strangers. They hardly know each other. Still...she was awfully hot...got huggable curves, too...
"I'm Vance Brice." he responded, still holding her for comfort. "I'm what you call a psychic, of course, all I saw was your magical aura, so I wasn't sure until I touched you. You know, I don't meet alot of black witches, so it's really a pleasure. Though...I don't think you've accessed all of your magical ability. Perhaps I can help you."

Vance really didn't know this woman of the occult, but his family had taught him to help anyone in need, magical or not, so it was instinctual.
Vance was watching her come apart before his very eyes. He got the impression that she wasn't used to people actually engaging her as well as he did. Of course, she wasn't lying about it very well, but he figured there was a reason for that. However, the more he saw her panic, the more his instinct kicked in to soothe her. Then, he placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

"Devika...calm yourself." Vance urged. "Breathe in and out slowly, okay? You're going to be alright. I'm here."

His physical contact with her invoked a magical transfer of information. It was then he knew that she was a witch. At the same time, she knew why he was so attentive. It was the nature of a psychic, which he was.
Vance motioned her to follow him across the busy streets of Downtown, through the alleys, across the bridges, zig-zagging people and autos alike. They did plenty of traffic, Vance leading and reassuring Devika all the way through it.

"How do you normally trek through all of this?" he asked. "If you have migraines from anxiety attacks, then I would imagine that it would be pretty hard for someone like you to wade through this city. Don't you take the bus?"
"Ah! I know where that place is!" Vance said. "I keep passing it every time I come from the neighborhood on a certain bus."

Vance knew his way pretty much to anywhere. If not on foot, then using public transit. He had learned how to commute from his late father, who was a commuter himself due to his work. It wasn't easy living there, though, in the middle of a ghetto, where he had to worry about loud, crappy rap and hip-hop music aggressive gangbangers...or wannabe gangbangers. He made it a personal mission to escape all of that when he could, finding a cheap apartment closer to the lake in a nicer part of the East side, not looking back since.

Vance smiled when he thanked her for caring. "It's pretty much how I was raised." he said. "We should get going if you wanna get to that art shop. It's Rush hour, and it's only gonna get more busy, and you wanna get your errands done before it gets dark."
Vance blinked as she reared back her hand, forcing herself to stand. "A migraine, huh?" he said. "Well then, I would think the last place you'd want to be is in the middle of Downtown Milwaukee. A migraine needs a calmer environment. Where are you trying to go? Maybe I can help navigate you. I pretty much get around in this city."

He wanted to sound sincere, but he wasn't really sure if his politeness and helpful nature was translating to this stranger...a stranger with a strong magical presence. It made him wonder what her story was.
Downtown Milwaukee, Wisconsin. An area busy with much traffic, pedestrian and automobile. There's tons of business and commerce that takes place among the busy streets of Downtown Milwaukee. That's why a certain local takes to the rooftops to get through the city. That local is Vance Brice. Being a traceur, a practitioner in parkour and freerunning, Vance had been doing this ever since he was young. In addition, he was trained with psionic powers that allow him to surpass the limits of physical reality. Still, he kept a low profile in his civilian form, not drawing unnecessary attention to himself as he lived his normal life. He worked at the Grand Avenue Mall as a janitor, keeping the place clean, and he had just finished today's shift. He was on his way to the library to unwind when he spotted a woman amidst the crowd. She stuck out like a sore thumb, a real nervous wreck, like she was surrounded. Then, he saw her fall over. He rushed down there as fast as he could, blending into the crowds, who were oblivious to the lady that had fallen, too pre-occupied with their own lives.

As he approached her, he sensed something unusual. A strong magical presence inside of her, and judging by her jewelry and choice of clothes, he had a guess of what she was...even without telepathy.

"Hey Miss?" Vance said, offering a hand. "Are you alright? You look like a bit of a wreck there..."
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A roleplay set in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, my(Spynmaster) hometown. I don't think there's enough RPs done in Milwaukee, so it'll be interesting to see how the story unfolds...especially with fantasy elements.
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