Felix was actually somewhat obligated to attend the Lord Mayor's procession, due to his place on the Curia, the governing council of the Cabaline order. The pageantry was not merely a celebration of the city's new mayor, nor a mere panem et circenses for the public. Oaths of office were being sworn, amid a carefully-orchestrated mechanism of people, streets, and waterways. Of course the Mirador was involved. The Mirador had invented this.
The wizards of the Mirador had an excellent view of the procession, of course, though Felix made excuses to forego a riverside seat in favor of observing the street procession from a heated window near the Royal Courts.
Afterward, still dressed impeccably in his blue and gray suit with violet details, and his full set of silver and moonstone rings, Felix had a more important duty to perform. His place in the yearly ritual this year was at the corner of a park, where he would invoke the sealing magic, along with other strategically-placed members of his order, that they renewed every year. Perhaps it did not protect London from every possible magic incursion, but for 800 years, the city had not been devoured by bloodthirsty warlocks or creatures even more terrible and inexplicable, so clearly they were doing something right.
For the three years he'd been doing this, Felix remained relieved that Cabaline magic simply looked like loitering, and perhaps praying, to the casual observer -- even though most casual observers were fooled by the subtle don't-look-here spell that he cast before he began his part in the ritual.
Relieved of duty at last in the early afternoon, Felix broke away from the Mirador's staff that had been discreetly trailing him, and headed out into the streets for a refreshing walk, and perhaps a bracing cup of tea.
((OOC: Find Felix either doing his magic thing in the park, or wandering the city afterward. The magic-sensitive are sure to notice something afoot!))
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Date: 2016-11-13 01:14 am (UTC)The wizards of the Mirador had an excellent view of the procession, of course, though Felix made excuses to forego a riverside seat in favor of observing the street procession from a heated window near the Royal Courts.
Afterward, still dressed impeccably in his blue and gray suit with violet details, and his full set of silver and moonstone rings, Felix had a more important duty to perform. His place in the yearly ritual this year was at the corner of a park, where he would invoke the sealing magic, along with other strategically-placed members of his order, that they renewed every year. Perhaps it did not protect London from every possible magic incursion, but for 800 years, the city had not been devoured by bloodthirsty warlocks or creatures even more terrible and inexplicable, so clearly they were doing something right.
For the three years he'd been doing this, Felix remained relieved that Cabaline magic simply looked like loitering, and perhaps praying, to the casual observer -- even though most casual observers were fooled by the subtle don't-look-here spell that he cast before he began his part in the ritual.
Relieved of duty at last in the early afternoon, Felix broke away from the Mirador's staff that had been discreetly trailing him, and headed out into the streets for a refreshing walk, and perhaps a bracing cup of tea.
((OOC: Find Felix either doing his magic thing in the park, or wandering the city afterward. The magic-sensitive are sure to notice something afoot!))