Enters a Magician...

[magius_unlocked]

OOM: Pre-MilliwaysThe door opens and in walks a figure in a snow-white hooded robe, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. The hood conceals the face of the figure completely. Pouches hang from a leather-looking belt and the backpack bulges as if filled over-capacity

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[mogget_cat]

*An albino young man at the bar, dressed in pristine white, pushes his white hair out of his eyes and smirks at the magician.*

*dryly* Ah. A newcomer.

[mogget_cat]

*He watches.* Your staff is magical, then?

[magius_unlocked]

"Yes. It is... wel, for lack of better description, it is like the bar, awake and with it's own mind, created by me a long time ago. It holds a great deal of power. And attitude as well."

*he grins*

[mogget_cat]

*He grins in return.* Ah. What is its name?

[magius_unlocked]

*looks sheepish*
"Well, you see, I kind of died without giving it one, so it just became known as the Staff of Magius..."

[mogget_cat]

Well, you might be dead, but you are here and so is it.

All things should have a name.

[magius_unlocked]

"Yes, rather. and I think I'm not dead anymore. maybe."

He eyes the Staff and ponders... then smiles. He reaches out and speaks in a voice that seems to echo somehow...

"Your name is Humara. May you find it well."

the Staff quivers and then seems to for a moment shine with the light of... well, a bright, bright, light, then subsides one more, soemhow managing to look more content.

[mogget_cat]

Names... complete things, in a way.

It is well.

I hope your time at Milliways is a good one, Magius. You seem to already expect it to be interesting, which usually is an accurate outlook. I shall bid you good evening.

[magius_unlocked]

Faretheewell.

[mogget_cat]

*He drains his bright green drink, ice and all, and sets down the glass before wandering away.*