The so called Atlantian script is the true language of Angels and humanity. It is the sacred tongue that God Himself used to callour world into existence, and we have been gifted with a fragment of His power so that we may lay claim to His gift to us. Bewarethose who claim to serve the so called Exarchs, for they are truly servants of the Adversary itself."
by Justin Cognito
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"Anatomy Chart" (GPS device)
Visting a site of import in the city and drawing a sigil on a nearby surface (chalk or spraypaint; your choice).
Cities have their own way of talking to you; catch sight of the reflection of a neon sign and it'll spell out a magic word that summons strange dreams... But those of us who know the secret learn ways to unlock the power in cities. We make a pact with them and they give us gifts in return.
- Tom O'Bedlam, The Invisibles #3"Man's come a long way from the days of boring rural life in little thatched huts; it's about time the magic of nature changed, too.The spirits of forests and plants become the spirits of telephone poles and fiber optic cable; the spirits of charging beastsbecome the spirits of subways and cars. We talk to the city, and it listens. We ask it for a roof over our head, and thatrent-controlled apartment in the South End opens up (don't worry; we make sure the eviction is relatively peaceful). We ask it for aquick ride to Government Center, and not only does a train show up not five seconds later, but it's going straight there. We ask tocross the street, and the sign changes like that."See that? The city's my patron. And it can be yours, too. You've just got to ask it nicely."
Free Council or Apostate
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"I first saw the Goddess on the dance floor. Thought I was tripping, at first, this gorgeous naked chick out therestrutting her stuff without anyone taking a second look. But then she saw me, and everything just fell away. We danced for hours. Ithink it was hours, time got weird and funky there, I don't mind telling you. The lights played over her skin like tribal tattoos, or ancient runes, or computer code, or those smudgy mudpaint people on the sides of cave walls. She was gorgeous, she wasbeautiful, she was African, she was Indian, she was Persian, she was Japanese, she was hot. She lead me across the dancefloor. A chase, almost, though we were all but touching throughout all of it. Spun in circles through the other dancers, the musicpumping in my veins, my brain thinking in beats, becoming one with the crowd, the lights, the music... Yeah, it was a trip. But thenshe spun one way, I spun the other, and my lips met her cheek. It was like... never had sex that even came close to that moment.She spun back, the mark of my lips against her cheeks, and she laughed. And at that moment, she gave me her gift. Magic."Someday, I will see her again. And we'll dance one more time..."Until then, she's a vicious tease. I can feel her whenever I call upon her gift, catch a trace of her scent upon the breeze, feel her breath against the nape of my neck... I've learned her secret language so I might call out to her, seducer her, beg her for one of her gifts. I write my love notes in runes and scripts no one else can comprehend, and she answers my lewd prose with miracles.I've dived into magic, into myth and legend, hoping to learn enough, to become wise enough and strong enough, to be worthy of another dance by her side. And I know I must be doing something right, because her gifts flow from my fingertips like water."She doesn't like it when I share them with others, though, I'm starting to learn that. Try to show off my favor too much and shemakes sure I regret it. It's all ok, though, because she's forgiven me by morning. I just wish I knew what she wanted me to do..."
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