july catch-all for desmond

[trickofthelight]

1. all of july: job hunting
Desmond might have a place to stay for now, but the little bit of money he was given isn't going to last forever, so that only means one thing: he needs to find a job. Keeping to Circle Daybreak and other witch-friendly territories, Desmond walks along the streets, keeping an eye out for any signs in windows that indicate a place might be looking to take on an extra pair of hands. Unfamiliarity with the city, though, means he has a hard time navigating, and it takes no time at all to get lost.

Meaning it's time to accost a stranger, giving them a sheepish grin. "Do you have a minute? I think I took a wrong turn somewhere."

Otherwise, you might see him come in to a bar or a shop, looking around for the owner or someone who looks like they might be in charge. If they're otherwise occupied, he might turn to you instead. "Sorry, but would you happen to know who I should talk to about getting a job here? I heard they're hiring."

2. all of july: bird's eye view
There's no better way to see the city than from the roofs, so Desmond can frequently be found hauling himself up along fire escapes and -- occasionally -- architecture, though he's careful to try and do it out of sight of main thoroughfares. Still that could mean you see someone scrambling up the side of a building,hear a scuffle of feet outside your window, or a soft thump and some low swearing from an alleyway when he doesn't quite stick his landing the way he's supposed to.

Once he does get to the rooftops, Desmond pulls out a pen and a map of London, turning it around in his hands and flipping through it until he gets to the page that corresponds to whatever he's looking at right now. Narrowing his eyes, he tries to match the skyline and the landmarks to the map.

"Guess who built this place never heard of urban planning, did they?" he says out loud, to no one in particular.

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[bellbound]

"You're here to become a medium. I have worked with several." He indicates the spellbook with a nod. "Come to me when you've learned to do more than light a candle."

He's not about to waste his time on a rookie witch who knows nothing. But Mogget has been providing advice and guidance to Circle Daybreak witches for centuries. When Desmond is ready, he might be able to help.

[trickofthelight]

Of all the things he was expecting Mogget to say, it certainly wasn't that, and some of the incredulity must show on his face. Objectively, he's aware that Mogget isn't all that he seems, but he is still a cat. It's a little hard to swallow.

"You're going to teach me?" He sounds dubious about that. "I mean -- how do I even find you? I can't exactly send you a text message, can I?"

[bellbound]

"No," he says, "but I may advise you on occasion. If I feel like it. Finding me will be the first proof that you have learned something."

No text messages, true, but if he really wants to Desmond could send a message to Samantha and her PA would pick it up. Or he could try learning a spell to help him contact Mogget. Or he could simply wish really hard and who knows, the cat might turn up.

[trickofthelight]

That makes Desmond snort without meaning to, though he's quick to muffle the sound. He doesn't want to explain the reason for the amusement anyway -- namely, that a cat that comes when called would be a first.

Well, he didn't think learning to be a witch was going to be easy. He squares his shoulders and nods, lifting the book slightly. "Guess I'll have to work on that, then."

Really, he should be content to leave things at that, but ... this is the first time he's actually met a fae in person. He can't help being at least a little curious what he looks like, beyond being a cat, so he uses the tip of his finger to draw a symbol against the solid wood beneath his feet, squinting as he concentrates.

As always, there's a tiny flare of magic as the spell takes hold, dimming his view of the 'real' world and letting all the supernatural beings shine like beacons in his eyes. The other witches are warm, orange glows, their magic linked together. Mogget, on the other hand ...

Desmond drops the spell almost as soon as he's cast it, taking in a sharp breath, eyes wide.

[bellbound]

Mogget is brilliant white, far brighter than any of the witches around them despite the collar containing his power. The cat was actually about to leave but he pauses when he feels the tickle of magic in his fur, green eyes blinking at Desmond.

There's a pause. "Work on your magic," Mogget says after a moment. "We may meet again."

And he trots off, tail in the air. He really does look like a normal cat.