Johan was the master of riling people up. A walking magical howitzer with the mouth of a sailor. Yet, trough all this, no matter the harsh words or the woman absolute displeasure about his presence, he had kept his smile. It was a wry thing, promising bad things to any who would step up-.But behind the smile was a man who just realized he might have been close to get his fucking throat ripped. Those eyes had made it easier to pinpoint what he dealt with. Humans didn't have amber eyes, canines did. And judging from the girls attitude, there was nothing tame about it. So he hazarded that the way she had been eying him was so that she might tear his throat. Luckily, he didn't have to throw down with her, that would have ended badly for both. No, he had not come here with the intention to fight. But this.. hoodlum was all tense, all anger. Much like himself. So it came to a head, two really ill mannered people. One that had invaded the others little bubble of angry confidence with his insistent need to pry.
And that when another power stepped in. A woman; young, afro-american, very pretty. Reminded him of a woman he knew, Muda. He wondered were that oracle had taken off to. His mind refocused on the present time again, no matter how pleasant the memories. He knew a way out when he saw one. And this time, he took it. His eyes immediately simmered down, no more of the arcane, angry energy that threatened to blow up the runes in his bag. No, it was replaced with idle curiosity.
He ignored everything on her but the trident. She was much to young for his tastes anyway. The trident thou, echoed power. A S-class weapon, to the shaman and him, that was a collectors gibberish. To him it was Focus, to her most likely a Fetish. One of considerable power. One that many would kill for. And yet, she wore it like goddamn belt, the sheer nativity of this girl wanted him to just face palm his entire head off the shoulders.
“I got smokes. I would not suggest it thou, bad for your health” He muttered, clearly loosing interest in the whole thing. Fickle and bitter, yes, that was his MO. He flicked the cigarette onto the ground and stepped it out, Idly watching the two.
“thanks for the interrupt thou. Was afraid Ms Leather and Attitude here was gonna murder me.” He grinned at Rosi, or as she had said; She.” He knew she had baited him, he had almost risen to the goddamn challenge to.He had almost offered her a piece of his own name, good hing he wasn't new to this whole magic schtick.And it was water under a bridge now, this girl had nothing to do with the snake he had killed, she had not started her conflict with Mags and he had been wrong to even bring it up. He if anyone should know that peole like her would not take kindly to people butting in. It even dawned on Johan he had found something rare in this angry, aggressive spirit host. He found a spark of something genuine. Genuine anger was one hell of a thing to deal with sure but it was better then the fake consideration and false smiles that people forced around him. He was going to poke this beast a lot. And from the way she reacted to men, that would be as easy as stealing candy from a kid.
“I think I bought a book from your dad once Miss Andromeda.” He had taken notice of her name when she had been talking to the Baron. And her father was somwhat known to him. The man had been very interested in learning runes. Johan had politely said no. “And I got to say you got guts to talk to the Baron. He could have killed you for even getting close.” He was still waiting as he spoke he knew Rosi would say something now that the entire discussion was far less hostile. Of course, he realized she was most likely looking for a way to mess with him back after the little comment about her and spiders. But that was half the fun wasn't it, having shamans go after him. Made him feel like he was 20 again. And then Rosi spoke, and her tone made him finally relax hat last bit magic muscle .He let the runes rustle back in place as he sat down.
“Inkling we had the same” He had listened and now he spoke. If she cared to listen, she could tell his voice was far more serious, far more respectful to both her and he spirits. This was the part of the conversation where he acted like a decent human being. Her little trick to stave off unwanted spirits presided over them in way that reminded him of his own apartment. But this was also the rare occasion of Johan being all serious without being wasted, it was a feeling he hated.
“You both may call me Johan...” He glanced at Rosi “Or Douche, it would not be any different to me.” . He could hear a voice in the back of his head, like a little alarm. Telling him to warn them as well. One thing having a arcane link carved into his, be it rune or something else, is that he could tell when magic was getting weird. Or rather, weirder then usual.
“ I don't know how in tune you are with the flow of magic in L.A But my arcane connections are all kinds of tangled since that fucking dream.” He put a runed out stone on the table. It was dead of any form of magic. There wasn't even a hint of spirit or energy in it and had cracked in many places. A dud, and Johan never made duds before. He had heard from Rosita that her connection had been a little foggy since, albeit slowly recovering it.
“I don't know about you two, but I think this shit is far bigger then anything I have ever encountered. And trust me, I have tangled with everything from trolls to snakes to goddamn blood magic. This is way different.” He poked the rock. It flickered. “Oh.... kay. Its not supposed to that.” He muttered as he flactuated like a bad lighbulb. And then he could feel it, something had passed into the area of a L.As leylines. There was as if a scream went trough him as a strange festering presence seemingly ate away at the very energy of the place. And then, as if it had regurgitated it, that same energy it came swelling up at once, all of it. He had to grasp his head as his eyes shone red for a second and he almost tossed all his runes away from him. Last thing he wanted was to blow up.
“Please tell me you felt that.” He was sweating from the sheer exterion.
Down stairs, the result was even worse. The tarot mage had flipped a single card, it was the tower. The people had stared at it as the tarot mage had broken out in hysterical laugh. The sign of bad omens, the ruin to come. And clearly, the energy spike had hit him hard.
Barons was sweating lighty, wiping his brow. The Necromancers entire share had turned from mahogany to a rotten mess, his own power clearly having flared out of control. Several pele were heaving and trying to get back on their feet. Mags was sitting slumped against the bar, fanning herself. Somehow having been able to turn a strange happening into a opportunity to show off cleavage. Evelyn was pale as a ghost and Rosita was staring Intently at the three. As everyone came back to their senses, the Ice Queen, head druid and all around fountain of wisdom rose to her feet. Calling to her the very attention of everyone still standing.
“I think this meeting, should officially start. It appears things are moving faster then expected”
Arcane spike and everything not so nice!
Spirits, precogs and arcane mages are going to feel this the worst. Anyones sensitve to the earths magic and auras will feel and see it pretty badly to.. Something big just decided to mess with the very foundation of L.As magic community. Magic items and fetishes will be unruly for a little while as a result. As a result of this nasty development. The meetng has officially started. To my interact with the Three. Keep in mind three things for each:
The Baron likes ladies. He will entertain you for a while if your are of the female gender. Men will find him to be less... accommodating and more business like. Offer a deal, a gift or the like.
Hon-Gji will talk to anyone. He is scary thou, we are not talking big bad. But you cannot play it off as nothing if you do seek conversion. He reeks of death, he will intimidate you on a pure spiritual level.
The Lady: Is a bitch. Just not a bitch, Queen bitch. She will treat you like the dirt under her soles. She will question your right to breathe. She will patronize you at every turn.