Old Habits - Open
It was odd to have a specific section so...dead in the city. But since the altercation that happened at the church, it seemed no one wanted to be there at night. With the soft, distant sounds of cars driving past and callings of people still up at the late hour, the sound of tap-tap-taping from Mordecai’s cane could be heard. The man made his way over towards the scorched earth, kneeling down to run his hand along the burned and gouged asphalt. Sparks of residual magic shocked his fingertips, another witch’s ability fighting his ever so slightly. The man hummed softly, rubbing his fingers together with a furrowed brow.
He was too old to be doing this. He had moved to New York to avoid doing this...but Mordecai was creature of habit. And a man with an olden days set mind. While this feud didnt effect him directly, it could. And he would rather try to work out peace before it came to picking sides. Pulling out a small plastic case, Mordecai scrapped some of the ruined asphalt into it and snapped it shut, pausing when he heard foot falls near him. “Late night walk?” He asked, moving to stand.
