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Darkness and the City
1. At Work
The bookshop that Wednesday works in is not so much as shop as it is a storage place for the owner's rather extensive collection of books. Since said owner is rather loathe to part with any of his precious collection, having Wednesday as a member of staff works quite well, as for some odd reason people are rather reluctant to make a purchase from her. So instead, she works on arranging the shelves, keeping them in good order and adding new items as and when they arrive.
Today, she is concentrating on the occult section, idly leafing through one of the books she is trying to arrange. The information isn't half bad - the author actually seemed to understand what it was they were talking about and she would smile if that was something she did. A ring of a bell drew her attention - the door had been opened.
"Do you require assistance?"
2. Market Time
It's her day off, and this is really one of the first times Wednesday has been able to look at some of the many markets London has to offer. She doubts that the mystic stall she passed has anything of real value, but there are some things that could possibly be used. The antiques interest her a little more, though sadly there's no weaponry. She hadn't been able to bring some of her favourites from the manor because of airport security rules and she found she was missing them. She'd need to see about finding a proper smith.
Still, it is rather fun, to wander about the market with no real purpose in mind. Even if people do keep muttering 'goth' when they see her dark parasol. She's going to curse the next person who says that.
3. Night Walk
London is at it's best at night, Wednesday believes. There's a hum from the city - ambitions, hopes, dreams, fears, and nightmares - that anyone could feel and at night it seems to be amplified. She strolls easily down a darkened street, not particularly bothered that the street lights aren't at their best. There's a pleasant chill in the air and it reaches the bones in such a comforting way. The sound of footsteps behind her isn't anything, either. They were just footsteps, after all.
"Are you following me, or are we merely headed in the same direction?"
Until they were introduced, that was.
The bookshop that Wednesday works in is not so much as shop as it is a storage place for the owner's rather extensive collection of books. Since said owner is rather loathe to part with any of his precious collection, having Wednesday as a member of staff works quite well, as for some odd reason people are rather reluctant to make a purchase from her. So instead, she works on arranging the shelves, keeping them in good order and adding new items as and when they arrive.
Today, she is concentrating on the occult section, idly leafing through one of the books she is trying to arrange. The information isn't half bad - the author actually seemed to understand what it was they were talking about and she would smile if that was something she did. A ring of a bell drew her attention - the door had been opened.
"Do you require assistance?"
2. Market Time
It's her day off, and this is really one of the first times Wednesday has been able to look at some of the many markets London has to offer. She doubts that the mystic stall she passed has anything of real value, but there are some things that could possibly be used. The antiques interest her a little more, though sadly there's no weaponry. She hadn't been able to bring some of her favourites from the manor because of airport security rules and she found she was missing them. She'd need to see about finding a proper smith.
Still, it is rather fun, to wander about the market with no real purpose in mind. Even if people do keep muttering 'goth' when they see her dark parasol. She's going to curse the next person who says that.
3. Night Walk
London is at it's best at night, Wednesday believes. There's a hum from the city - ambitions, hopes, dreams, fears, and nightmares - that anyone could feel and at night it seems to be amplified. She strolls easily down a darkened street, not particularly bothered that the street lights aren't at their best. There's a pleasant chill in the air and it reaches the bones in such a comforting way. The sound of footsteps behind her isn't anything, either. They were just footsteps, after all.
"Are you following me, or are we merely headed in the same direction?"
Until they were introduced, that was.
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She feels bad about the mocking whispers, she could only imagine the other girl would feel the same. It wouldn't hurt to offer a little commiseration.
"You'd think they'd never seen an umbrella before, way they act."
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"A feat considering the rainfall London experiences each year," she said, giving a small nod. A quick glance at the girl suggests the look of an artist, and while bright colours are not her particular taste, she can at least admire that this person seems to have some spark of creativity.
"It would also seem to be new information that paint stains certain fabrics," she said. "Today must be a very educational day for them."
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She swipes her hand over her jeans absently. It does nothing to remove the stains, color set in from time and wear. She tilts her head back up, still smiling. "They'd hate to meet some of my friends. This is nothin' compared to 'em." Maybe because her packmate was a real artist and didn't have someone at home to complain about the laundry.
"Lucky we both came out to teach the masses," she says, a teasing note in her voice. "People can't go without knowin' simple stuff like that."
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Except, now that the question actually sinks in, he realizes he has no idea where to start, so. "Uh, yes." Then again, her assistance means he'll have to explain his issue to her, and that could be weird. "...Maybe."
Ugh. Books are hard. Fuck books.
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"Then I will assist." It's not a request. "What manner of reading material are you looking for? Pleasure or business?"
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"Business." That question is easy enough, because he's not doing all of this for fun. He hasn't decided what to make of his affliction yet- all he wants to do right now is make sure he's not going to end up dead or turned in to a fucking toad. "D'you got somethin' on like... magical accidents, I guess?"
That's a pretty broad subject, so yikes. It's a place to start, though.
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"Deliberate accidents or truly accidental?"
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She turns her nose up as she passes Wednesday. "As if I'd be following you. You'd only be going to that skanky grime club or something dressed like that!" She doesn't say it offensively. She doesn't mean to cause offence at all! In her mind, she's just stating the obvious.
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"Grime can be found in many places, other than clubs," she said, "Grandmama was fond of the grime on her cooking cauldron. It added such taste to broths."
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"Are you a witch? You know we don't have to dress all in black any more, don't you?" Lydia's seen the pictures. Ew. Hideous!
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"Yes, I am of the craft."
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Sucking it up, he headed further in and nodded, "Yeah. Need a book an breaking curses. You got anything worth looking at?"
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She actually really likes working in the bookshop. The owner is a good boss who pays her well, and lets her borrow some of the rarer volumes from his collection. The shop itself is always quite dull and cool, which is very preferable when the sun is being it's irritating self. And, generally speaking, since the boss is a little reluctant to sell off the books, she can be rude if she wants to be. It's a good job.
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"Magic created by a Fae can only be removed by another of that kind," she said slowly. "It's one of their quirks. Cruel but fair, in their sense of morality. Interesting, in mine." She turns to look at the books, skeptical in her gaze. "You would need a guide to London based Fae, and those who are sympathetic..." Walking along she pulled out a purple fabric covered volume, rubbing dust off it.
"Not exactly what you're looking for, but Fae tracking is a particular sport."
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It's been hundreds of years, but Cesare has still not given up on finding his sister. Every so often, he'll see if there's any new resources he can try. It's likely all a wild goose chase, but he nonetheless doesn't intend to give up.
"...Are you new?" He hadn't seen her in this shop before.
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"In what context?" Wednesday inquired. "I am a relatively new hire to the shop, correct. I suppose it could also be claimed that I am relatively new to the Earth."
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"Anything new?" he asks as he eyes the shelves. "I need to locate someone who doesn't want to be found." Though that's all the information he wants to give her just yet. It would be a bit difficult and uncomfortable to explain, and wouldn't help his reputation at all.
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1. At Work
"I'm looking for lore on fae and fae charms, particular around the London isles," Mako says very quietly. "Is that something you would have in this place or is it too specialised?"
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"Though, of course, it's all hearsay depending on what the Fae are willing to reveal and what a fortunate few have been able to discover." There's a pause. "Though on a Fae can remove Fae magic.
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Her fingers are delicate against the spines of the books. Most she knows well but there's always the off-chance she might find something new. A tiny book has as much value as a larger one if only for the information it might reveal. Something truly obscure could change everything after all.
"It has been slow work," she murmurs, "but necessary."
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"Um, yeah..." The face says young, literally everything else says old. Or maybe just eccentric. Ellie sniffs a little, and she can smell traces of at least one werewolf and a lot of other smells that she's starting to learn mean supernatural. That means she's in the right place, probably. The bookstore that has at least semi-accurate stuff about supernaturals, supposedly.
She eyes Wednesday, and wonders what kind of supernatural she is. A witch? It seemed a little stereotypical--like expecting Ellie to go around with a bunch of hair growing out of everywhere. Not that it really matters, as long as she doesn't think Ellie is crazy.
"I'm looking for stuff about werewolves--or like, werewolf lineage?" None of the East End pack had recognized her birth mark from any family. Ellie isn't desperate for the information, but she's curious and has time to kill.
So. Here she is. The lady is dressed very nicely, even if it's an old style. It makes Ellie feel a bit self-conscious.
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"For which region?"
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Just family names aren't really going to get her anywhere, especially if her father was the one with the curse. Her mother might have had it, but that meant her mother would have had moonlight jewelry. That suggested resources that went beyond one fucking friend who'd left Ellie to the foster system.
Ellie kicks her toe into the floor, and wonders if this is really a good idea. Even if she finds it, there's not going to be a location attached. What would she even do if she knew who her father was?
Still, curiosity drives her forward.
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