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undergrounds2015-07-08 01:48 pm
acrookedchild) wrote in undergrounds2015-07-08 01:48 pm
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Shadows We Cast (OPEN)
Spells, Talismans, & Fortunes
The non-supernatural have their idea of what magic is. Herbs and crystals, rhyming spells, coloured candles, incense. All of these things can make magic, yes, or aid it, but none of it is magical in and of itself. Still, people expect it in a little house in Enfield that claims to be a psychic shop. The only thing she puts real stock in (besides the talismans she might feel are worth making depending on whether or not the person seems to actually need a little push in their lives) is her deck of Tarot cards.
Tarot is an old art, and she believes in her cards and their ability for divination. It's a small connection she's found to one of her sisters. Both of them have the cards, though Kenzi sees them more as a way to con people than actually looking for guidance. Still, to each their own.
For her part, Abigail has shed her socialite clothes. She wears, instead, the loose skirt, sandals, and peasant top people expect. Two bits of her hair, one on either side, are braided. The smell of lavender is in the air when one enters.
There's a sign that offers her wares. A free consultation and first reading of the Tarot. After that, there are rates for talismans and spells and follow-up readings. The sign also offers palmistry.
From Within the Shadows
'Claiming' Enfield isn't easy. Even with no official Daybreak or Redbright or Night Council presence, there is resistence. In particular, a Daybreak coven in the area takes the presence of offically established Midnight as a personal insult.
One run-in with those witches leaves Abigail with a burn on her right arm, which she holds close to her as she sits in an alleyway, half hiding. She needs to call an ambulance or hail a cab to get to the hospital, she knows, but the pain is enough to make her unable to even think about grabbing her phone.
After that, she becomes more aggressive. While having her 'sisters' spread word through whispers, she makes it more open, tacking up her usual style of business cards. This time, though, they boldly state 'members of Circle Midnight' and offer the phone number of her burner phone. She won't give up the address to her coven easily, but she will be willing to answer her phone now, rather than simply relying on texts.
By Daylight
A Widdowson can't simply be a witch. There are parties to attend, charities to donate to, and events to volunteer at.
Among those are gardening at Capel Manor College, watering the plants and working the soil in exchange for some of the herbs that grow there. It's a wonderful place to get fresh rosemary and other such things for only a little work with the community garden.
Another of her pet projects is an organization that brings parents and babies together to help the parents feel less isolated. One particular event is a tea party, and Abby can be found flitting about not only checking on the parents but also playing with the babies. Especially the babies.
She can also be found doing what most teenage girls with a good deal of money could be found doing: shopping. There are dresses to buy and shoes, along with all sorts of other outfits. And there's make-up as well. All completely shallow, she knows, but also very fun.
Might as well enjoy herself before the university term starts up again.
In Sisterhood
The coven is something Abigail also devotes her time to. (Sometimes at the expense of sleeping, but she hasn't yet figured out how to adjust her schedule to include this new, demanding activity.) The upstairs of the shop is where the coven meets, and it is stocked with fresh herbs, chalk, candles, and representations of the elements at all times.
There are three of them to start, but that's the point of advertising. Not that they're going to have a lot of members, especially at first. After all, anyone who contacts Abby through her card has to be vetted first. They have to be sure they won't be betrayed.
Still, it's a safe place for the three of them, whether alone or together. And at certain times of the day, Abby might just be found napping on one of the couches put up there.
And all the rest
Wildcard option! Throw a prompt at me in a top comment!
The non-supernatural have their idea of what magic is. Herbs and crystals, rhyming spells, coloured candles, incense. All of these things can make magic, yes, or aid it, but none of it is magical in and of itself. Still, people expect it in a little house in Enfield that claims to be a psychic shop. The only thing she puts real stock in (besides the talismans she might feel are worth making depending on whether or not the person seems to actually need a little push in their lives) is her deck of Tarot cards.
Tarot is an old art, and she believes in her cards and their ability for divination. It's a small connection she's found to one of her sisters. Both of them have the cards, though Kenzi sees them more as a way to con people than actually looking for guidance. Still, to each their own.
For her part, Abigail has shed her socialite clothes. She wears, instead, the loose skirt, sandals, and peasant top people expect. Two bits of her hair, one on either side, are braided. The smell of lavender is in the air when one enters.
There's a sign that offers her wares. A free consultation and first reading of the Tarot. After that, there are rates for talismans and spells and follow-up readings. The sign also offers palmistry.
From Within the Shadows
'Claiming' Enfield isn't easy. Even with no official Daybreak or Redbright or Night Council presence, there is resistence. In particular, a Daybreak coven in the area takes the presence of offically established Midnight as a personal insult.
One run-in with those witches leaves Abigail with a burn on her right arm, which she holds close to her as she sits in an alleyway, half hiding. She needs to call an ambulance or hail a cab to get to the hospital, she knows, but the pain is enough to make her unable to even think about grabbing her phone.
After that, she becomes more aggressive. While having her 'sisters' spread word through whispers, she makes it more open, tacking up her usual style of business cards. This time, though, they boldly state 'members of Circle Midnight' and offer the phone number of her burner phone. She won't give up the address to her coven easily, but she will be willing to answer her phone now, rather than simply relying on texts.
By Daylight
A Widdowson can't simply be a witch. There are parties to attend, charities to donate to, and events to volunteer at.
Among those are gardening at Capel Manor College, watering the plants and working the soil in exchange for some of the herbs that grow there. It's a wonderful place to get fresh rosemary and other such things for only a little work with the community garden.
Another of her pet projects is an organization that brings parents and babies together to help the parents feel less isolated. One particular event is a tea party, and Abby can be found flitting about not only checking on the parents but also playing with the babies. Especially the babies.
She can also be found doing what most teenage girls with a good deal of money could be found doing: shopping. There are dresses to buy and shoes, along with all sorts of other outfits. And there's make-up as well. All completely shallow, she knows, but also very fun.
Might as well enjoy herself before the university term starts up again.
In Sisterhood
The coven is something Abigail also devotes her time to. (Sometimes at the expense of sleeping, but she hasn't yet figured out how to adjust her schedule to include this new, demanding activity.) The upstairs of the shop is where the coven meets, and it is stocked with fresh herbs, chalk, candles, and representations of the elements at all times.
There are three of them to start, but that's the point of advertising. Not that they're going to have a lot of members, especially at first. After all, anyone who contacts Abby through her card has to be vetted first. They have to be sure they won't be betrayed.
Still, it's a safe place for the three of them, whether alone or together. And at certain times of the day, Abby might just be found napping on one of the couches put up there.
And all the rest
Wildcard option! Throw a prompt at me in a top comment!
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But, right now, the cat... Well, the cat isn't welcome.
"Shoo," she mutters. Even as she says it, she takes in a sharp breath of air. She needs to use her phone. Needs to call for help. Because it hurts. Enough to bring tears to her eyes. But how the Hell is she supposed to explain this to a doctor? "I don't have anything for you."
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"Cat purrs promote healing they say. But barring that, I don't suppose I can be of assistance?"
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Running into anyone was unexpected, though his presence isn't unwelcome. Asking a favour of the fae is difficult. Dangerous, even. But, well. She can at least ask for a little help. She makes herself smile as she lowers the arm protecting the injured one, showing the burns.
"Could help me come up with a story to tell a doctor about this. 'Kitchen accident' doesn't quite cut it."
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She says the words as she considers the possibility. That might work, actually. Abigail winces as she presses her left palm against the wall and pushes herself to her feet. The attempt to keep herself from screaming means that tears streak her face. Still, she can force herself to focus.
"Or maybe kids being kids. Stupid college shit and all?"
Swearing isn't something she does a lot, but this situation definitely calls for it.
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"Hmm... Could be fireworks related, if you're willing to endure the lecture," he pauses and cocks his head to the side, thinking. "Are fireworks popular around here? I don't remember."
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She takes his hand and balances her weight against his grip to make sure she won't overcorrect and fall. The last thing she needs is for hard concrete to meet the fresh wound.
"Gotta say, that group? Really made me reconsider my 'peaceful expansion' approach."
But she knew she couldn't punish the many because of the actions of the few. That was her entire issue with Redbright and the Night Council. That they were pushing out and eliminating dark witches because a few couldn't control themselves. She had to be the better person.
But she could wish she wasn't.
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"So who precisely did you piss off?" There is a hint of 'this time' in his tone. Not because he knows her particularly well, but because anyone who gets this injured usually seems to do so regularly.
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It's not surprising. She announced herself at the party, made it clear she was taking Enfield for Midnight, and... Well. She wasn't surprised her non-violent approach hadn't been met with the same reaction.
"They'd likely say it was self-defence or some rubbish like that. And it's not like the Night Council cares what happens to Midnight witches anyway."