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Who: Balthazar (or Mirror!Balthazar), and OPEN
Where: the gardens
When: Wednesday-ish
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Summary: Balthazar is just having a nice little booze picnic. The Mirror version is looking for information.

Armed with a blanket from his room, a cooler of beer and bourbon, and a set of sidewalk chalk he retrieved from his closet, Balthazar has found a place to settle, amidst the garden he first stumbled through when he arrived. Now he's in a better state to appreciate the beauty. They may all be in a prison, but at least it's a pretty prison, and well-stocked with comforts.

Anyone who comes upon him will be offered a drink, of course. The later in the day he's found, the more elaborate will be the chalk design he's sketching onto the brick path. It's not recognizable as any specific person or item, just a tangle of color and repeating patterns. Maybe it means something to him.

Leviazar is not interested in alcohol, except as a tool to lubricate social interactions and get others' guards down. He's even less interested in chalk art. Today, he's stayed inside, despite having seen his real depart for the open air. There are other people to watch, on both sides of the mirrors. But a close observer on the realside may catch him tracing Enochian sigils in steamed-up glass, with the tip of one finger.

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"That's rather noble. And probably the best thing for you to do, to own it as your choice, whether it started that way or not."

"I try not to say it much, or it makes me sound like I think I'm almost a martyr or something." As much as he's cool with being everyone's friend, he doesn't want attention that much.

"Well, you don't sound especially martyred to me." He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "But I don't think I envy you, either. Have you had to use your ability here often?"

"I mostly use it to heal people, but I've had to fight a few times, too."

"At least you don't feel obligated to protect the whole place. There are a lot of people with unusual abilities around to share that risk." He rises, stretching his arms over his head.

"I think I'm about ready for a refill on the hard liquor," he says. "I might head inside in a moment. I'm glad to have run into you, though. I'm on the fifth floor if you want to chat again."

Souji gets up as well, rescuing the rest of the chalk from Tefra, who's clumsily getting ready to pounce on it.

"Sure. Thanks for letting me join you."

"Any time." He reaches out to pat the tiny dragon one last time. "And you behave, darling."

He waves farewell to Souji, gathers his things, and vanishes in an abrupt flutter of wings. Angels. Why don't they walk anywhere?