I had visitors, too – a fuckload of them. They used a lot more Proper Nouns: Council, Assembly, Ladder, Adamantine Arrow, Mysterium. I asked for a notebook, and they gave me one, so I started writing names down when I heard them – and on the rare occasions when someone would give me a straight answer, what those names meant.
Some of them just wanted to see if I was doing okay. Others kinda just seemed to be around to look at me, like I was some animal in a zoo – or asked questions, endless questions. Some wanted to talk to me, or at me. For a week, I was the main attraction for every Mage in Chicago, and it seemed like everyone wanted a ride. It was about then I realized I had power – just a little. See, I figured out two things about Mages real fast.
Mage Fact #1: Mages fucking love to talk. You get a Mage in a room with anything that can hear him – or fuck, that he even thinks can hear him – he’ll talk for hours. Pet theories, political views, grudges, baseball trivia, whatever. Mages are giant wasp nests full of words and it only takes the lightest touch to get us motherfuckers buzzing like a broken fridge.
Mage Fact #2: Mages fucking love to patronize. If a Mage thinks you’re dumber than he is, nothing will get his dick harder than the thought that he might dispel your quaint ignorance.
So, I did the smart thing: played dumb. I acted the poor, bewildered fish, terrified by this hellish new world, confused by all this new slang. Please, sir, can’t you explain to a poor jailbird what’s going on? I wake up every day and there’s new faces and I’m so stressed out. What’s a Consilium? Who’s a Guardian? How do you spell “Magisterium?”
Anthony has... mixed opinions about his fellow mages. #MageTheAwakening