Eliot Waugh

  Ain’t that the truth? Esme does know, firsthand, that most people aren’t friendly and she doesn’t even talk to those sorts of people, anyway. “You do have a point there, but I do know some friendly people, despite my line of work,” she states to the man … whose name she still doesn’t know, yet.

Eliot nodded at the response,”Sometimes you get friendly people other times not so much just how things go.” Realizing they hadn’t quite exchanged names just yet well could bring it up in an bit. 

  Glancing over at the man, the brunette returned the smile, even if it was slight before responding back with, “I can be friendly up until you do something that will get me pissed off.” Which was true and she has believed in her fair share of the supernatural since dating Sam but she understands that not everyone will believe in the things that go bump in the night.

“Well in that case most people aren’t friendly.” Far he was aware not many people weren’t threatening when pissed off. Might never want to come across anybody too calm and collected in such situations. Especially since he wasn’t that great at it himself. 

multiclassing as High King

  The amethyst-eyed Egyptian gave the man, a curt nod and tightened her sweatshirt - that was really Sam’s old Stanford sweatshirt - around her body against the cold air of the almost end of winter weather. “Well, at less you’re unique in your fashion choices, compared to me,” Esme remakes, looking down at her clothing. But she was happy with her fashion choices.

  Biting her lower, purple-colored lip, the brunette shook her head slightly at the man and spoke, “We can’t have you be in deep shit if your secret gets out.” If someone was to have a secret and told Esme, then they shouldn’t worry about the secret getting out there unless you want the secret to be told to those you really care about and know won’t tell anyone outside your circle.

“Everybody’s different and I’ve rocked my fair share of old sweatshirts before.” Couldn’t hurt to be honest besides comfortable was nicer in some standards he just happened to have built up an taste for dressing up. Maybe it factored in with his whole outward image but hardly would think it over. 

He gave a slight smile,”Exactly though better from what seems a pretty friendly person as opposed to anybody else.” Not that anybody would believe anything he’d shared even those in the realm of magic and supernatural business. Least none that he had come across thus far. 

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  Tilting her head at the man, Esme looked him up and down, and shook her head at him before answering him, “You don’t look like a grumpy hermit with quote-on-quote "bad fashion taste”. If anything, you look unique but that’s just my opinion.“ Maybe he was joking …?

  Returning her head back upright, the Egyptian gave the man, a quick nod at his words and told him, ”You won’t have to worry about me telling anyone.“ And she wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Esme was a smart girl, her Mother did make sure she had some of the best tutors Egypt can offer.

“That was a joke seems how media pictures Magicians;though isn’t that far from true with some kids at the college.” Of course he did however appreciate the rest of the statement even if his joke had not been obvious to her. “I’ll take unique though really I’m not even that outrageous just fashionable and from New York.” Imagined and knew small towns were more casual wear most the time meanwhile he was button up shirt,vest,slacks and nice shoes.

“Great cause I could get in some deep shit if you did.” Of course hardly be the worst he ever did. Like when he discovered his magic in the first place after that a few things like mentioning it wasn’t too bad. Besides the other seemed aware of the Supernatural and magic possibly anyways. 

“Right.” Eliot figured couldn’t hurt walking in after the female so maybe actually the right address. “Well what I’m looking for is an really old not particularly powerful book which somebody said you might have.” At least if they had been telling the truth though he was only looking for it out of interest. Hardly a necessity given how the library at Brakebills was and that wasn’t really any knowledge which was complicated to obtain.

“A really old not particularly powerful book. Honey, I have a library. You have to be more specific. “ Magara made her way around the apartment and gestured to her wall to wall bookshelves full of books. They were the ceiling to floor in height. And warded against theft and tampering. “What kind of book is it? My books are a tad….testy.” 

  Yes, she was an ex-huntress but that didn’t stop her from being on the alert when it came to people like the man in front of her. Sam taught her better than showing a weakness to a supernatural being, should she come in contact with one. For now, it looked like the man needed some more answers. At less, she hoped that he needed more answers.

  “That … actually makes sense. Like I said; only magicians I know of are the ones you’d see at a kid’s birthday party that Mommy and/or Daddy afford, along with a clown if the kid isn’t afraid of clowns.”

Eliot gave a nod,”Suppose that’s what most are used to or you picture something along the lines of a grumpy hermit with bad fashion taste.” Sure still relatively on edge but nothing said he couldn’t still be his outward self. Joking and besides it was not a common knowledge thing either. 

A slight smile hearing the muttered response,”Anyways suppose long as you don’t tell anybody no harm in telling you that information.” Seemed the other was smart enough to realize hopefully that he meant no harm. Really just wanted to figure out a way back to school then to the party.