[IC] (Hector) Anything Can Happen in this City; Mage 101.

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Life ran at a faster pace within the streets of New York, it took a person some time to learn the rhythm of it, and even that wasn't without a few stumbles now and then; he had fallen on his own face more often than not in the past year as he had made an effort to settle his way into a life that had turned out to be better than the past but

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Pawn shops and the like were usually places that Hector avoided like the plague; his tastes were far too high-class and refined. But he’d heard through the grapevine -- a ghost had told a another ghost who had been forced to tell Hector’s mentor -- that someone of potential interest was employed at this particular junk shop. It intrigued him, prompted him to take a drive to the outskirts of prim and proper society on this particular evening

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He only barely turned his attention towards the door when it opened, the effort sluggish and lazy because he didn't expect too much excitement at that hour. It was also too early for the boss to be stumbling his way back to the shop so there wasn't any rush to look very busy; all he had to do was make sure nobody robbed the place blind

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Hector wasn’t exactly surprised by the young man’s apparent lack of desire to talk; Hector was convinced that he was playing dumb to prevent talking about the subject. When he had been that young, he’d certainly been all sorts of reluctant to discuss his blessing with other people, and at that age, it was difficult for him to tell just who he could and could not trust.

“You needn’t play ignorant with me,” he replied, speaking confidently because of his many years of experience. He was determined to glean information about the boy's history. “We both share the same dark connection to the realm of the dead. I know you’ve beheld the Leaden Tower.”

Yes, this conversation would have definitely seemed crazy to any ‘normal’ human that walked past. Thankfully the shop was vacant except for the two of them at the moment. “Tell me, what is your name?”

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"Realm...of the dead," he muttered slowly, still looking at Hector with little short of measured confusion