Since I'm bored as heck, and going under mental meme's and all, a light 1K Word omake... Especially given a light reading on this...
Because up until two minutes ago you were unaware of the two wizards spying on the houses in the neighborhood from the bushes just outside. You've not disturbed them yet. They're just sitting there, occasionally typing away at a laptop or sipping at a flask. There's a jar beside them. You can't see what's in it but... You can guess.
Almost had the urge to link some rough descriptions of characters, from Gile's on buffy the vampire slayer, to even one John Constantine. But in hindsight, better writing descriptions 'akin' to it, and leave it to GM whim on
how serious those mages could be, help/hell wise.
So, shoddy omake of a guessed perspective, and not much effort least I waste time with stress and all. I don't promise to make much/any omakes here, bar a whim at most, so there.
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Some 'Trenchcoat Mage' omake.
We're currently outside the 'bushes', where a bunch of unshaven, and equally unhappy mages are watching suspicious people from across the buildings, in secrecy. Waiting for if there's a potential sign of unusual activity from the residents (unlikely, at this point.) Or if there's yet
another case of poltergeist to bust, in order to keep the Masqurade just a
little less horror filled, or cause yet another disaster in waiting.
The first one of them, had a look of a mildly dressed up rich kid, in tweed suit in contrast to most mundane folk around the neighbourhood, and with glasses that hid his wizened eyes that had experienced a handful more trauma than most of the 'awakened'.
His name is Adrian, a sort of "Geeky Noble" who is currently on the laptop looking at the 'Wizardry' website, on discussing their relative success in a 'minor' case of ghostbusting, and searching for any additional information that could be of use, given the upcoming horrors...
The second one, beside the first one's right side. Was a more 'moderate' mage of leather trenchcoat, sans the eventual addiction to cigarettes long term mages eventually develop, if their savings are not spent on the ever
useful alcohol, or other occult expenses.
His name is Roderick. And unlike the Sod beside him who is typing furiously on the keyboard, for equally bullshit answer's that search engine's do NOT have the 'wisdom' to decipher, he's actually slightly
less stressed, given how they managed to beat the roaming poltergiest, and only have to contend with a few
persistent issues as of late.
Such as the unusual sightings of shadows, and missing person cases roaming around the streets. A sign that there are monster's out there, on the hunt. Which are around, he is not certain, and the
mystery of the activity is only making him even more uneasy.
"So, any other hints you spotted, that I should search for intel on?" Uttered Adrian, still irate over how little information he's finding that could be of use, bar obvious contender's of 'Wendigo' here, and 'Boogiemen' there.
"Bar the apparent intel on some of those monsters apparently playing to good old 'Status Quo'... I may have seen some unusual activity from the Shadows as of late." Replied the unhappy trenchcoat wearing mage, as he took a sip from his flask of beloved whiskey.
"Anything else, like eyes or arms sprouting out those shadows?" Inquired Adrian, as he typed furious.
"Just, minor waves so far." Replied Roderick, as he capped his flask upon feeling tipsy. "And hard to say if it'd be a case of an Abomination, or worse one of those 'Imaginary Horrors'." Uttered the trenchcoat mage in disgust...
"Less said of that one monster girl, the better." Uttered Adrian in disgust, over how such abominations of beings could literally be imagined, just to feast on humanity in 'dreaming'.
"At the very least, I highly doubt there's much dreamland shenanigans on, for now." Replied Roderick, as he had a brief look on an in hand 'dream diary', in case something unusual appeared there.
"Bar a mental ringing that a disaster is on the horizon, but no intel on what this disaster is, which is a bugger." Cursed the trenchcoat mage, as he stored his half empty dream journal back into his jacket.
"Let me google, 'shifty shadows' on the site." Replied Adrian on that statement, before he typed a few more words for the search engine to find, in case it gives out more intel than 'Shadow People'.
"... So far, 'Boogieman' here, 'Shadow People' there, and all I found to deal with them, is Courage and a ton of LED Lighting..." Uttered Adrian, mentally nursing a headache over how much of a headache the finances would be, past cheap modern torches that are more likely to break.
"Remember that shoddy LED Torch, you could find from a ripoff bargain shop?" Replied Roderick in response to that statement, before he tried to recall what other measures could work against a potential shadow hazard, past stuff like a 'banishment' ritual more likely to cost a lung, or a breath of air if mana is wasted.
"Yeah, Rod." Replied Adrian, generally recalling how so far, shadows could be a bit 'less' of a headache with lighting, unless it's one of those more
advanced shadow beings, that'd require more mojo than the human body can give.
"I recall you buyin' a bunch of cheap on that, 'Axe' shite included." Said the tweeded mage, recalling how his 'buddy' liked those cheap ass deodorants, as his own 'cheap fireball special' against the roaming Wendigo apparently sighted awhile back.
"Speaking of, any news from that Wendigo sighting?" Inquired Roderick to the richer buddy, who adjusted his glasses in ire over a lack of apparent sightings he'd have to redact.
"No dice." Replied Adrian bluntly, unhappy on how they did not had enough intel to track, and burn that monster down.
"Which likely means there's other forces still out there, in hiding." Commented the mage in response, who suppressed another sigh over how it's more likely for a Vampire or Werewolf to be in hiding around the community, or worse...
"... Only alternative, is either a more advanced boogeyman, or cultists got pissed off." Replied Roderick, in guessing over that speculation.
"Past that, no intel on what they gonna do, where they're gonna target, or why." Said the trench-coat mage, before glancing at the buddy container he still had in his hand.
"So, how long would we have to wait here until?" Inquired Roderick, being irate on the possibility of having to sleep outside the streets for another day, when he could be working on a ritual project to boost their thankless task.
"As it's beginning to get dark here..."
"... We'll stay up all night for a change, as we need more data on this." Replied Adrian, as he adjusted his glasses before eventually closing the laptop he was on.
"just, grab some extra LED lighting, a bag full of salt, and a staff." Replied...
"I don't see why you still want to carry that yardstick around?" Inquired Roderick in jest, much to Adrian's minor verbal growl on the matter itself.
"Good for rituals, keeping distance, and whacking hard." Replied Adrian stoically, as he adjusted his glasses before packing his laptop, where he then silently crept to nearby where Roderick was, to observe past the bushes to see if there's any other dangers roaming around...
With that, the two mage's continued to be on an informal lookout, around the streets at night.