Magnus Bane

             Alec sighs, and it almost seems exasperated – it is, but with himself. He knows full well that Magnus is capable of being alone, doing things for himself. He’s High Warlock, after all, but even so Alec still recognizes the need to connect. He feels it, himself. It was a heck of a lot easier to be bound to nothing but the mission and the law when he had it in him to be cold and withdrawn, but it’s not that simple, now, “You’re right. I wasn’t thinking. Of course I want to spend some time with you, and we will but first we’ve got to find a way out of this room.”

At least, they needed to try and find a way out that didn’t involve trying to kick a warded door off it’s hinges. Who knows what would happen if they broke the line of sigils. It’s possible it’s not meant to keep them out, but to keep something in and that’s always a concern in times like these.

     Still, these wards aren’t anything to write home about. Whoever wrote them used a book to translate, clearly. That doesn’t make them very effective. To a Demon, maybe.

                     "Wait, this is the Men of Letters bunker? Why… did you bring us here? It almost looks like a dungeon. I mean, we’re in so it’s not like they were trying to keep us out, so why not just portal us right into…“ but, the second Alec turns and catches the look on Magnus’ face, his own expression falls and the math of the situation sort of clicks in his head. The Devil’s trap, Magnus and his ridiculous attitude about the whole thing. He reaches for his husband’s shoulder, but drops his hand before it can make contact, "You can only portal into someplace you’ve been before. Oh, God… No wonder you’ve been bucking this trip for weeks. What happened, here?”

"No need to explain, I understand the gravity of the situation." almost as soon as he has room to move, Magnus is busy. Slowly moving his hands over the wall on either side of the door, washing it with a pulsing blue that highlights the formerly invisible warding as he passes it, "I'm just... well, I suppose you could say I'm just worried about the impending isolation. You'll have your study and I'll be left to navigate the politics of strangers. These are Hunters, after all. Who knows how well they'll react to a Warlock in their midst."

These markings are crude as Alec made them out to be. Magnus can see the pot holes in each and how to exploit them, change them or burn them away. Precious little would be held by these... scribblings.

Magnus pauses for a moment and it's as if he can sense Alec reaching out for him. He almost looks back but then continues on to his busy work, "Oh, you know the age old story. Boy meets girl, girl turns out to be bait. I was a powerful Warlock, Alexander. They wanted to see what made me tick." he finishes what he's doing by finding a sigil that's not drawn right and pressing his fingertips to it's center, trying to suss out what it means. It's not a pleasant memory and he never thought he'd have to share it with Alec, but such things have a way of making themselves known, "I guess I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. C'est la vie." he offers with no loss in dignity, "They didn't hold me for long."

        Welcome to Lebanon, Malec!

“   i   haven’t   thought   about   it  .   i   only   think   about   interesting   things   and   interesting   things   are   mostly   about   me  .   ”

“  i   am   going   to   lay   completely   still   on   the   forest   floor   until   either   things   start   going   my   way   or   i   disintegrate   into   nothing  .   ”

“   i’m   well   aware   that   i’ve   accidentally   set   myself   on   fire   and   it’s   none   of   your   business  .   i   don’t   need   your   pity   water   either  .   let   me   burn   in   peace   ”

“   i   was   put   on   this   earth   to   do   one   thing  …   luckily ,   i   forgot   what   it   was ,   so   now   i   just   do   whatever   i   want  .   ”

“   i   continue   to   be   alive   just   to   spite   the   people   who   hate   me  .   ah ,   i’m   so   glad   to   be   alive ,   sure   would   hate   to   be   my   enemy   right   now   ”

“   tired   of   people   always   telling   me   to   go   to   the   hospital   and   that   i’ve   lost   a   lot   of   blood ,   it’s   my   severe   head   injury   not   yours   so   stay   out   of   it   ”

“   what   have   ‘ we ’   learned  ?   don’t   drag   me   into   this ,   i’m   not   here   to   learn  .   ”

“   i   guess   we   all   learned   a   valuable   lesson ,   except   for   me ,   i   wasn’t   paying   attention   and   was   asleep   for   most   of   the   time   ”

“   bought   a   bubblegum   scented   sword   so   the   last   thing   my   enemies   realise   is   how   cute   and   fun   i   am  .   ”

“   ‘ i’d   have   to   be   a   fool   not   to  ? ’   being   a   fool   and   not   doing   things   are   my   top   two   activities  .   ”

“   no ,   i   won’t   do   what   i’m   told  .   that’d   involve   listening   to   what   people   tell   me   ”

“   the   best   way   to   solve   problems   is   to   create   more   problems   until   you   are   dead  .   ”

“   only   the   good   die   young  ?   phew   good   thing   that   i   am   so   incredibly   awful   ”

“   until   i   can   have   a   bow   in   my   hair   that   can   be   turned   into   a   mini   crossbow ,   no   one   gets   to   be   happy  .   ”

“   in   a   way ,   aren’t   we   all   responsible   for   my   actions  ?   ”

“   yeah   i   looked   both   ways   before   crossing   the   street    ——    i   looked   both   handsome   and   radiant  .   too   bad   i   still   got   hit   by   that   car   ”

“   you   know   the   old   saying  .   boys   will   be   trash   ”

“   everyone   who   died   on   my   quest   to   get   really   good   hair   and   fashion  deserved   it   and   i   don’t   care   ”

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             The stillness of a secluded spot on a quiet afternoon is broken by the opening of a portal and the mundane chatter that comes as a gift-with-purchase with married life. Alec’s out first, cautious as always, taking in the room they’ve landed themselves in, “I don’t have a problem with it, I’m just. Curious, I guess. Wouldn’t it have just been easier to travel as a group?”

The room’s dark. Not so dark that he can’t see without abusing a rune, but dark enough that it takes his eyes a few moments to adjust and focus. It’s not a pleasant view. Some kind of make-shift dungeon. Worse, a neat and tidy dungeon, which is just beyond creepy. There are a couple of regular, cheap-o filing cabinets pushed up against the walls and a large, wooden chair in the center of the room.

        And, the room? It’s warded, so there’s that. Against demons, Angels, this and that. Just warded all to hell and back by someone who seemed to forget that there are wards to keep out Downworlders… and Shadowhunters. Old school. It must be. Before the Circle made such a name for itself.

Alec’s glances at the ground then takes couple of steps backward, putting an arm out to keep Magnus from traipsing right in and getting stuck, “Magnus… It looks like a crude Devil’s Trap. Where are we, exactly?”

"We're on a mission for The Clave." Magnus drawls, finding his way though the portal mere seconds behind Alec, "You'll be busy for weeks! Is it so wrong for me to want to steal these little moments alone with my husband before I lose him to bells, books and candles?"

Alec has always been the protective type. Magnus is used to his odd and overbearing ways. To have someone care so fiercely for your well being can be romantic. Almost a thrill in the right circumstances.

Magnus lets himself be cast back a step by Alec's gesture and he looks down at the devil's trap, "My, my. Good eye, Alexander." and he snaps the portal closed behind them. That gives them the room they need to avoid the trap painted onto the floor.

          It’s summertime! The army that protects Lebanon, and the world, has been working overtime and with good reason. Something is breathing a spark of life back into the underworld and Hellmouths all over the planet are springing back to life.

Plenty to worry about, but all work and no play makes for exhausted, depressed hunters. We need our heroes peppy! And, what better chance to reinvigorate your muse than a little good, old-fashioned American summer fun? Especially with a good excuse! You see, crowds and beer, bonfires and good food? These things attract the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, demons. Someone has to keep watch so our locals don’t find themselves on the business end of a pair of fangs.

So, your mission is to use the want to keep the mundanes safe as an excuse to go out and have a good time. Some things you can do while totally helping the helpless include:

The 4th of July Event | Town Square | 6am - midnight: With vendors selling everything from cheap jewelry and weapons, to sno cones and cotton candy. This is always kicked off by the 4th of July parade. Not a parade in the strictest sense, more like the 4-H club on a horse-drawn wagon, followed by all manner of tractors, the latest corrupt dummy to run for Mayor and, of course, the Shriners.

The Buckshot Ranch 4th BBQ | Lovewell Reservoir | 10am - midnight: About 45 minutes from Lebanon via KS-14 S and US-36 W, Lovewell Reservoirs beautiful campground will host the 34th annual Buckshot Ranch 4th of July BBQ. Feel free to bring some tater salad, there’s never enough. Free food, live band & an outdoor dance floor as well as swimming. A bonfire and fireworks after sundown. $5 per person, all you can eat. Beer ain’t free.

Follies Travelling Carnival | BJ’s Parking Lot | 24/7: The Follies Carnival is in Lebanon for Independence Day! Featuring rides, games, a tunnel of love and anything fried that you can shove on a stick. Win your sweetheart a stuffed animal! $25 per person, $35 for couples. Kids under 11 are free. No firearms, please.