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undergrounds2015-07-21 01:01 pm
stop! ghost time (open post)
Clara doesn't always snoop around the city and sometimes her work isn't always needed in the school. Sometimes she likes to stay in the shop. Sometimes she enjoys listening to idle conversation of the customers, not really listening in on them, that'll be rude, but nonetheless enjoying the buzz of activity the shop has during their busiest hours.
And sometimes that isn't enough. That's when she goes over and pokes around the lost and found box, seeing what's there and if anything is something that belongs to a current patron she can give back to without them looking. It's there that she finds a pair of marigold gloves during her search and about them draws her to them... Naturally she reaches out to and concentrates a bit to have a goodish grasp of it to see if there's a nametag anywhere when she notices a peculiar thing:
It feels... solid under her touch, real and tangible without the strange numbness to her fingertips she's become accustomed to at this rate. It takes her a second to realise what this means. She can touch them! She can hold them! She can do it with ease, most importantly of all.
Oh, what an exciting day for her as she mutters one little apology under her breath and zips off to the back of the shop with her new item. Already she has a little million ideas for them popping into mind, the excitement of the discovery along with the possibilities just enough to drown out her guilt for taking something out of the lost and found box that isn't hers.
JULY 25; AROUND THE CITY (ALL DAY)
After the last few days of activity, Clara decides it's time to be both proactive and to use her gloves to her advantage.
She'll now be found in areas that she usually doesn't snoop around in her attempts to glean information: The darker parts of the city, the seedier alleyways of the town, and etc. She'll peek through windows and go through walls, doing her best to stay invisible and quiet as a mouse while going through things with a newfound ease thanks to her gloves. (When she can bear the itching for long as she can, of course. Goodness do they chafe her skin.)
From Haringey to Hackney to Waltham Forest and then some, she'll be exploring and peeping into a lot of people today if she can. It's risky but she does her best. If she's to be a good observer of information, she needs to dig deep and hope she finds some things out, see what's going on in the heart of the city.
[ OOC: Or make your own scenario in your comment! Prose and brackets welcomed! A note, though, is that only one person can step in to help Clara get rid of the medium that she'll run into on July 25.]
totally cool with it!
Oh, she thinks, noticing the flophouse out of the corner of her eye as she makes her way out of Greenwich Park. I never did check in there before, have I?
Uncomfortable as she is to investigate this on her own, especially after the near exorcism, she knows she can't let an opportunity pass and ventures to investigate the place. So far nothing is there, mostly empty rooms and remnants of questionable activities down here. She's about to leave when she hears a yawn coming from one of the nearby rooms and she freezes at first.
Who could be here of all places at this hour?
She ventures further and does her best to be quiet by phasing through the rooms to both get their closer and to not be spotted faster. It would have almost worked too if not for the fact she doesn't notice a cat sleeping on top of an abandoned dresser in the room she's going into as she creeps on closer. She goes right through the poor animal and the cat does not take it well.
Heckled and angry, it lets loose the loudest reeeooooorw! she's ever heard in her life.
"!!!! Kitty please!" Too late, she knows, but it can't hurt to try and shush the cat?
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It is only a matter of time before he reaches where she is, the creaking of the battered door being pushed open the only sound accompanying his arrival. Right up until the blasted cat hisses at him. The irritation at being disturbed by a flea-bitten cat of all things is written all over the Nogitsune's face, teeth dropping down as he hisses right back at it.
"Stupid cat."
Wood cracks as he rips the knob out of the old door, throwing it at the animal. The cat, thinking better of this whole thing, proves to be the smart one by running for the nearest non-vampire blocked exit. Even as his teeth retract, the Nogitsune looks around the room one last time. His head lifts, scenting the air like an animal would for any sign of someone else lurking about.
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Nope. The cat manages to dodge it and runs off to a nearby hole on the wall to get out. A sigh of relief in her head--
--that turns into a little gasp of shock when she finally pays attention to the other person and sees the fangs before they retract.
A vampire. Given her last experience with a vampire not connected(?) to a nest, she wasn't feeling up to. Seeing him look around for any more signs of others is really nervewracking.
No one but a cat here, she assures him in her head as she stays invisible while not taking any chances by moving to the next room. Let's see what he's here for. Hopefully there won't be anyone else here, animal or human.