picture prompt meme;

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the picture prompt meme

— Comment with your character and any preferences.
— Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
— Reply to them with a setting or text thread based on the picture.
— Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
— Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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[strewth]

John considers that, and does some brief mental calculations. "You're either into some real new age tosh," John murmurs, "or you've been reading the Magnus diaries."

Most people think their archive is crap. John is hesitant to rule out anything he can't see for himself, and in twenty years of trying, he's never been able to break into the place. If anything stands for its potential truth, it's that.

[panopticism]

Jon is in the process of relaxing when he nearly inhales his damn cigarette, fixing the man opposite him with a stare more critical and wide-eyed than before. It takes all of his waning patience and self-restraint to not pull the information from him immediately, to not Ask over asking.

He isn't an avatar, that much is certain, but where else has he found this information? A Leitner? An overzealous and oversharing victim?

"What do you know about Jonah Magnus?"

[strewth]

John shrugs. "He had some odd ideas about the occult. Thought you could bundle 'em all up into a sort of... astrology, like. Everything stems from a type of fear. Rubbish, if you ask me, but that's the thing about magic." He takes a puff from his cigarette. "Belief's what makes it work, not logic."

He looks the other man over. "Guessing you're a practitioner?"

[panopticism]

Rubbish, if you ask me. Jon didn't, but the thought alone pulls a grim smile to the edges of his lips. It doesn't make sense, either which way: the man can do things, yet he isn't tied to an entity. He shows blatant disdain for them, and yet possesses some sort of power all his own that doesn't fit the characteristics of any that Jon knows.

"Not quite."

He wishes he could call himself a practitioner of magic, instead of someone who came into his abilities against his will and unaware. 'Magic' alone sounds like complete bollocks.

"At least, that isn't how it was pitched to me."

[strewth]

"Pyramid scheme? They'll always get'cha, mate." John considers it tit-for-tat, roughing up and hypnosis for compulsive speech. He turns his back to stoop by the door of the institution, an old, angry padlock holding it closed.

He could lockpick it, but it's mostly rust by now. With a sigh, he pulls a piece of paper out, and places it on the lock. Burning a pattern into it with his cigarette, he looks up at his companion.

"Got a name?" He says, and then, "or is it better if I don't know, eh." He coughs out a smoker's laugh.