[He might be in his storage unit, it's a bit too dark to tell and he is taking up most of the shot. His hair is unwound and smoke drifts lazily into view as he cards long fingernails through his hair lazily. He doesn't look at the camera as he muses to himself,]

The longest night of the year is fast approaching.

[A light clicking sound, like the bones of a jaw-hinge grinding on themselves. Like teeth. Like an old wooden gate. Like rats across the tiles. His voice: probing the workings and goings on of the city. When he speaks normally once more, his voice is very soft, he sounds driven to distraction.]The rise and fall of the black moon... What secrets ( Read more... )

[ He's at the lakeside looking out over the water, sunlight in his face. His eyes fall closed, head tilting back to the warmth. After a moment, he slips the large case from his back, crouching down and unfolding the complex layers of drawers. He spreads out a cloth, fantastically patterned with bright colors and beads, beside it. This patch of ( Read more... )

[A quiet masculine voice, faintly amused. He says little, but he's probing out magical entities, demons, and spirits. You may shiver when his attention passes over you:]

Is that... so...

[[ooc; hay. hay guys. fill this out]]