IC Contact Post // Nexus_Crossings
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prescription_grade[Danny has no fixed address in the Nexus, bouncing back and forth between hostels, inns, and couch surfing. He's got a locker and a P.O. box, though, and like almost everyone else in the place, he has a PINpoint which can receive voice mails, texts, and email.]
Hey! You've reached the voice mail for the great Drake Stone, master magician. And also Danny Gladstone. Leave us a message, one of us will get back to you ASAP.
Hey! You've reached the voice mail for the great Drake Stone, master magician. And also Danny Gladstone. Leave us a message, one of us will get back to you ASAP.
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Date: 2019-06-24 11:57 pm (UTC)There is a note attached to the box: You can look... but do not touch... T
He might be able to sense some magical essence from the card inside the box.
If Danny decides to open the shadow box and actually touch the tarot card... it comes alive with the lightest contact. And he can see the bodies falling. Hear the screaming. Feel the flames. And feels an emptiness in the pit of his stomach.
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Date: 2019-06-30 05:46 pm (UTC)Tarot isn't a major tool in the Morganian arsenal, but Danny's fascination with magicians and spiritualists means he's well-versed in what that card means. He doesn't have to touch it to perceive it as either a dire warning or a serious threat. Upright or reversed, there's almost no way to interpret it auspiciously.
His first reaction, even before opening the box, is icy, gut-wrenching terror. He's found me, my master's found me and--
But no. That doesn't make much sense, upon reflection. His master's the one who ditched him. It's not very likely he, or any Morganian, would be hunting Danny down.
Opening the box, ignoring the warning, he touches it with his magical senses first, trying to gather any information on who may have touched it last, what they were thinking, if it's enchanted. The moment he does so, he feels his hand drawn to the edge of the card as if by magnetism, and the screams start up.
He's frozen in place for a solid minute, then abruptly shoves the whole setup, box and all, off his lap and scrambles away from it. His heart is pounding so hard it hurts. His stomach lurches, and he claps both hands over his mouth to stifle the dry heaves.
When the physical sensations fade, he's still trembling.]