"Ah, is he at his mad experiments again? Still borrowing toes from poor Molly Hooper?" The ancient one knew about Molly as well, but best play that close to the vest for now.
They made some small talk until they reached the cafe. The owner looked like a typical middle aged Londoner, a bit stocky around the middle, and a retreating widow's peak of hair. But he was using the same magic to cover who he really was.
His eyes went slightly wide when he saw Mike walk in with John. He knew who John REALLY was, and realized what was most likely about to happen.
:"Ah, Mike. Yer usual table?" The man asked in a rather thick Cockney accent.
"Yes please. Thanks, Sean. And two large lattes, please." The two drinks were served up a few moments later, then Mike led them to what looked like the door to a closet. Sean had a spell on it that only he or the other immortals could open it. It also worked as a safe room if needed.
Mike opened the door to a small room with a few tables and chairs some shelves with provisions, including food and toiletries on it, and another door in the back.
"Take a seat, please. We have some things to talk about." Mike closed the door (which magically sealed behind him) and then sat down.
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Date: 2019-02-18 04:53 am (UTC)They made some small talk until they reached the cafe. The owner looked like a typical middle aged Londoner, a bit stocky around the middle, and a retreating widow's peak of hair. But he was using the same magic to cover who he really was.
His eyes went slightly wide when he saw Mike walk in with John. He knew who John REALLY was, and realized what was most likely about to happen.
:"Ah, Mike. Yer usual table?" The man asked in a rather thick Cockney accent.
"Yes please. Thanks, Sean. And two large lattes, please." The two drinks were served up a few moments later, then Mike led them to what looked like the door to a closet. Sean had a spell on it that only he or the other immortals could open it. It also worked as a safe room if needed.
Mike opened the door to a small room with a few tables and chairs some shelves with provisions, including food and toiletries on it, and another door in the back.
"Take a seat, please. We have some things to talk about." Mike closed the door (which magically sealed behind him) and then sat down.