1. Stories from Afar
[Well.

The subway, from what the previous Sage had said, sounded a lot like the machinery those dumb humans in the West liked to work with, and now seeing one up close bears all the more likeliness to the description; what's life without a little fun, especially since he's rather pissed to know that he can feel his magic but not necessarily use it. Not the way he'd like anyway, which would be upturning this metal cylindrical machine and laughing at the faces of everyone who'd be oh-so-frightened.

As is, when it stops dead in its tracks, Owen can stand it for all of a minute before turning to whomever is beside him, be they standing or sitting, and asking a not-so-innocent question in quite the innocent tone:]

Would you like to hear an exciting tale to pass the time?

2. Don't Trust A Wolf
[After some time, though, that too bores him, and he can't make the teleported escape that he's so used to where he's from (what a laugh, that he should be taken from his world after harassing the Sage so much about their own situation), so Owen takes to simply stepping off the train and going for a walk.

It most certainly looks like something from those ancient temples inhabited by the old, mysterious and aching for someone to touch them, so maybe...

You're walking alone. There's nary a sound, perhaps a shuffle you can discount, before a gloved hand catches your wrist and tightens; Owen's a slight fellow, but there's definitely a grip paired with his bright, dangerous grin.]

It's dangerous to walk alone, don't you know? This place is quite scary. Why don't we go together? It's safer in numbers, isn't that what they say?

1. Play With Me

Hey, you.

[The coy voice might match the handsome young man too little too well, eyes narrowed and a curl to his smile. This same young man, for anyone who'd paid attention, had been watching the... games? for some time now, but had yet to approach them himself.]

There's a glass domed coliseum that spits out cards with people on top of them. There's one I want. Get it for me.

[... It's a multiplayer one so like, he too has to play, but he doesn't seem to be making a move towards the air-pinball-hockey machine.]

2. Sweet Tooth
[As if Owen would be blocked by something as stupid as "currency" in getting what he wants–

Not that he needs to even think of that here, since the economy has yet to be invented, but anyway. Any and all sweet treat, from the big to the small, has been collected into a pile on a table, where sits the wizard snacking on them as if he had a blackhole of a stomach. Did anyone else want something tasty? No? Yes? Too bad, because anyone who even looks at his catch is getting a look.]

These are mine. [That's blunt. The second part's in a sweeter tone, even thought the content is very much not.] I'll add your eyes to my pile of sweets, if you want to join me so badly; I wonder how they'd feel, lolling about in my mouth like a pair of berries? Would they pop as deliciously? Would you like to find out?