[For the most part, Abbacchio rarely finds himself becoming involved in much of the tasks requested in Camelot. Someone else will get to it, is usually the excuse, and then he becomes a hermit all over again.
This time, he does find himself interested. Something about an investigation manages to catch his eye on AOL, makes him decide well fuck it, go on and have a look for himself. Maybe cognitive magic will make something reveal itself. It's not too far a cry from what he's used to, anyway.
Flying by Abbacchio's shoulder is a small creature, a blue pixie with a gentle face, completely opposite to the man she accompanies. His familiar is softer than he is, but it's hardly a surprise; Moody Blues had, literally, been quite softer than him as well. Abbacchio has his hands in his pockets as he walks down the road, figuring he'll hitch a ride at some point when he's inclined.
He certainly doesn't expect to see a familiar face. Not like this. For a moment, he almost wonders if it's some joke or a nasty spell meant to mess with him.
shadlin showdown
This time, he does find himself interested. Something about an investigation manages to catch his eye on AOL, makes him decide well fuck it, go on and have a look for himself. Maybe cognitive magic will make something reveal itself. It's not too far a cry from what he's used to, anyway.
Flying by Abbacchio's shoulder is a small creature, a blue pixie with a gentle face, completely opposite to the man she accompanies. His familiar is softer than he is, but it's hardly a surprise; Moody Blues had, literally, been quite softer than him as well. Abbacchio has his hands in his pockets as he walks down the road, figuring he'll hitch a ride at some point when he's inclined.
He certainly doesn't expect to see a familiar face. Not like this. For a moment, he almost wonders if it's some joke or a nasty spell meant to mess with him.
Still, he tries anyway:]
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