Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2018 18:24:41 GMT -5
I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME
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New York. He hadn't been back here for awhile. Awhile being a different thing for a warlock than a mundane, he had learned. Funny really. It used to be, when he thought he was just a messed up mundane, that being away from a place more than five years would constitute an eternity. Now, he tried not to think about what an eternity truly was. He had, as most creatures do, adapted. Perhaps even quickly. Five years was no longer an extended period of time. If anything, it was what most would think of as mere weeks. Suffice it to say, he hadn't been around this city since Madonna was simply an upstart that was getting some good word of mouth on the street.
Sadly it wasn't the music that brought him back. No, nothing as simple or wonderful as that. Though he was sure there was bound to be some amazing undiscovered talent around. Always was in a city like this. If one knew where to look that is. He doubted the underground club scene had changed that much. It was still where those on the edges of society went. The places for those not welcome anywhere else, to welcome each other. He would find music here, art, artists. All that made this trip worth it. After all, why do anything if it weren't worth your while? So a benefit, at least, to returning. The truth was, he wanted to check into his family. Oh his grandparents were long gone, as was his mother. Not a great loss as far as he was concerned. She had started another family, however, and his curiosity at seeing a name that was familiar in the article online was what had driven him this far.
That, and the problems facing the Downworlders these days. So much of it could be traced back here, to New York. He had, of course, heard how it was stopped. How Valentine was finally dead and his chance at killing them all taken from him. He was even grateful, in his own way, to the shadowhunters that had seemingly taken care of the problem. He felt it though, and he saw it. Colors flying in the air, a feeling of anticipation. Oh it was not as sure as some, and those that took the time to look into portents probably knew more. He at least, knew that something was coming and he wanted to make sure he knew what it was.
So back in the city and now he needed a place to stay. He would probably hire someone to help him at some point. Find a loft or something, for now though, he was searching the area. Looking for something suitable, a building that spoke to him, that gave him that feeling of music. So of course, he was in Brooklyn. He had just gotten himself a coffee and was strolling the streets when he saw a larger one that had once been affordable housing and was now being sold for development. Damn gentrification. Ah well, he could always do his bit. Buy it up, redo it for living quarters, and allow artists of his choosing to stay. After all, what would upset the gentrification process more than him having his own little collective smack dab in the middle of it?
With a smile that anyone who knew him would call troublesome, he went ahead and headed inside. He could call on the building himself if he wanted to, no reason to wait for some silly realtor.
ALL I ASK OF YOU IS BELIEVE
PHARAOH LEAP.