Val called up last night to alert me that there was a self-taught mage in town. First thing I asked: "Are you okay?" She seemed okay, but tired. The gal pushes herself too damn hard. In hindsight, I was pretty cool and collected about the whole thing. I guess, after 16 years of knowing about, dealing with, and BEING supernatural in nature.... I guess I'm finally getting used to things.
Fortunately, Val said the guy seemed to have about 5-6 years of experience under his belt. That's good. I remember how much of a shit I was when I first figured out what was what, and I'd hate to have to take some young shit in under my proverbial wing for his--and others'--protection.
I wonder what he's like? And I wonder if maybe we could learn from one another? I want to learn something new. Maybe a little more Spirit so I can go to the spirit world and work vulgar magick much more freely? Maybe more Forces so I can defend myself and others better? Maybe more Correspondence so I can do better wards and GTFO if needed?
Got a voicemail from a guy named Tristan, who claimed he was related to Shelby's family, and who wanted to see if my private investigating extended to eyeballing a suspicious nightclub. Returned the voicemail with an affirmative. I'm not sure how I feel about my name getting passed around without my knowledge. I guess I kind of signed up for that--didn't read the fine print. Ah, well. Suck it up and put on the big boy pants, Nick.