OOC: Book of Bane

 

( Book of Bane - Comprehensive Companion on the High Warlock Himself )

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(Look at this contact list. I haven't seen a line this long since Purgatory opened up. The night club - not that gray area in hell. I think I'll spam everyone and see if anyone interesting pops up. Or maybe I'll find the fretting owner of this phone. Starting to lean toward a girl, not a boy - it's so pretty. And I've added some flare to the cover to match my nailpolish.)

 

As the modern slang goes: what up? Don't suppose anyone knows how far we are from Brooklyn? I tried to conjure a map, and didn't recognize any of the landmarks. It can't be upstate.

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Can you see me now?

[Big grin for the tiny lens on the phone]

I'm trying to figure this thing out. Who cares if I'm in the middle of who-knows-where? I have a mysterious cell phone with a mile long list of contacts, video, free texting, maybe unlimited calling. And an interchangeable case. Which I can't stop changing, just for funsies.

Yes, I am mildly concerned as to where I am. [Glances around, and scratches his scalp between two neatly arranged spikes] But either I'm right and it's just a prank. Or I'm also right, and I'm unconscious again in the truck and I'm going to wake up in thirty seconds - hopefully in the lap of a certain wet, shivering, needy shadowhunter...

[Stops short, lips pursed, distracted]

At least I'm warm. And dry. And I don't feel like crap. So if this is just one big mind-job or some kind of spell...or me waiting to wake up in the lap of forbidden love, I guess I'll take it.

Got to preserve battery power. Does this even run off a battery, or some kind of magic? [Squints at the screen briefly, then pats down his vest in case he missed a charger]

I'm going to have a look around. Magnus Bane, signing out.