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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.]
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Clara shoots Bianca a look and pokes her hand through her arm to show you can't sass this little old lady when she's around. It causes the redhead to squeak a bit and jump in her seat, miffed but amused. "--eek! Apparently not. Wait, hang on... She says she'll spare you. You seem very nice and not 'at all rude' like someone... Hey. Mrs. Seville."
Calming down, Bianca still finds enough humour in the situation to laugh herself, eyes twinkling in genuine merriment while she nods. "Anyways-- I know her for sure, yeah. She's part of the school staff as security in the evening. She's been with the school for a while but only joined in a official capacity last... month or so? Volunteered and everything. I never seen a ghost do that before since, you know, they're usually gone in a bit."
Bianca's smile fades a bit when something occurs to her, her expression turning a bit more serious. "Since you know she's real and you've been a great guy so far... You don't need to, um, do anything about it, right? I mean, some others and I can definitely vouch for her friendliness if we need to."
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Which, of course, brings them to her next question. Faolan winces slightly at it, internally, but it's a legitimate question. Not every hunter from Hillingdon is the same as him. There are some that would jump at the chance to hear about something like this. And jump at the chance to be able to eradicate her as well. "No," he says, looking down at the coffee in his hands, sobering slightly himself. As if he has just been reminded who he is and the fact that he, well. Essentially does kill as a profession. What is he doing, chatting with a student in a cafe like this? "No," he repeats. "I don't have to do anything about it. I'm not... I'm my own man, for all the organization I work for. If she's not harming anyone, I don't see why I should." And with the way he says it, he knows that he doesn't share everyone's opinions on this, that she's right to be asking as much. And that he feels almost ashamed about that, in some regards.
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"That's good to hear," the girl says. Realising her attitude might have been a bit much, she does add, "Hey-- Sorry if it seems like I was on the defensive but... Better safe than sorry these days, yeah? I can't help but feel like everyone's on each other's throats if the gossip in my school is anything to go by. Last thing I want to do is let nice people get dragged into anything. You included."
"Can you tell him thank you?" Clara asked. "It means a lot to me that nothing will happen now that he knows."
The girl smiles at the invisible space before relaying the message, "Oh. I should let you know: She does say 'thank you', by the way. It means a lot to her."
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At the thanks, Faolan can't help but glancing himself to the space where the young girl did -- maybe if he looks in just the right way at just the right time he might spot her. No such luck so far though. After a moment, he glances back to Bianca. It feels better to address her than thin air. "You're welcome," he says to both of them. "I do what I can."
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Clara, in her opinion, doesn't think one can be so casual about it. "Not the best thing for anyone at the moment, I like to believe. It's almost like having a keg full of gunpowder near some lit matches..."
The student can't help but look behind her, seeing her table of friends spying her in an obvious manner at this point. She winches and shakes her head, huffing in amusement as she looks back at Faolan and gives him a smile. "Looks like my friends are going to start gossiping about the two of us soon! I'm so sorry for that in advance. They can get pretty nosy at times. Wha-- 'Takes one to know--' Oh! Ha ha, Mrs. Seville. Very funny."
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"I'm pretty sure that I can take them," Faolan says, wryly. "I hunt monsters for a living. I'm fairly certain I can handle a group of gossiping teenagers. Though if you mean that to be my cue to take my coffee to go, then I can take a hint just as well," he adds, with the quirk of a smile and the raising of his coffee to take a pointed sip as well.