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undergrounds2015-06-07 12:34 pm
acrookedchild) wrote in undergrounds2015-06-07 12:34 pm
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A busy little witch (OPEN)
A) Scattered Pieces
It hadn't been easy to decide how to go about doing she knew she had to. The matter demanded subtlety but also needed to be understood. Humans couldn't know, and action had to be protected as much as possible from the Night Council.
Calling together the hidden members of Circle Midnight wouldn't be easy, but it needed to happen.
Separated, they were nothing. A girl could die, and there was no coven to demand justice for her. There was power in numbers, and they lacked that so long as they were all apart, hiding. Yet, after Barnet, it was fairly easy to guess the Night Council wouldn't just ignore such a gathering.
Abigail Widdowson knew she had to be careful.
On June 10th, she started her work.
Business cards were the best way to go about it anonymously, which was required for now. Once there were more of them together, something more public could be handled. At present, though, they all had to remain unknown. So the placement of the cards was paramount. The bookstores were her first stop, both chain and the 'New Age' sort. She knew the books actual witches would get, the things that would help them. She slid a card between their pages. Bulletin boards in cafes also received one tacked on when she could blend into the line or crowd to hide her activities; student activity boards at Capel Manor College, Southgate College, and the College of Haringey, Enfield and North London received similar treatment, as did Middlesex University.
As a donor to Capel Manor College and a student of Business and Management at Middlesex University, keeping an eye on those campuses was easy enough, especially since she spent time at Capel Manor College to help tend to the herb gardens. It made gathering the supplies she sometimes needed for her magic easy and less suspicious.
So, she made the cards with a rendering of a summoning circle (without any adornments, just as a dark spellbook would have it for the base of any summoning) on one side. On the other was text.
Do you recognise this?
Then I am a sister.
We must not remain isolated.
020 7946 0110
B) Looking for a Place
Mornings and any time between classes was devoted to her mundane studies. After classes were over, however, Abigail went from being a college student to being a witch.
She tried to be conscious of what territory she was in -- steering well clear of the Night Council and Redbright territories -- as she checked out buildings that seemed empty and wrote down the addresses.
Geap Manor wasn't a safe place for a coven to meet. The last thing it needed was more magical energy in it, especially in the form of young people who didn't understand the house. Even Abigail didn't completely understand what it was, but she knew to be cautious, and she knew it needed her alive, lest it fall into disrepair. Still, she wouldn't put others there.
Which meant she needed a place for the coven she wanted to form.
Haringey was possible, but it was also dangerous. With the vampires and werewolves both claiming it, she couldn't be sure anyone would be safe. Still, that didn't stop her from considering it and walking the streets, mindful of her surroundings. Enfield was another possibility. Neutral, unclaimed territory was probably the safest bet, but it also meant that there was no one to protect anything that happened there. Waltham Forest and Islington received most of her attention some nights. She knew a vampire, and she knew a werewolf, and she might be able to talk to them to have a safe place if she could find a property.
How she was going to buy it without getting her name attached... that was a separate problem entirely.
C) Harmless Little Thing
Abigail had wanted to take summer classes at Middlesex. She'd really, really wanted to. Creative advertising? Sounded fun and useful. Nuero-linguistic progamming? Hell yes. But she had to think like a leader. She had to devote herself to the coven she wanted to make. Later, she could figure out how to separate her time. For right now, she had to think of the others, even if she didn't know any of them.
She couldn't do much in broad daylight. Sure, she might find a place or two to come back later and hide cards, but, for the most part, she just had to go about her daily business. Stopping for coffee in a little cafe, going shopping for clothes she didn't need, visiting museums. Checking in on various institutions her family had donated money to for generations.
All in all, it was dull, and it generally left her anxious. There was a lot she could be doing, but she wasn't. Because she was too scared to move openly. Still, while she was alone, it wasn't smart. Or, at least, that was how she comforted herself.
D) Close Call - only open to first replier
Usually, Abby was careful. She had to be. But even she had moments of carelessness. Like when she was strolling down the street, sipping her cup of coffee.
The light changed, the signal to walk lit up, and she started to go. Just as a car sped toward the intersection without showing signs of yiedling to the girl crossing.
Someone from the curb might want to alert her or pull her back.
E) Wildcard!
Reply with a scenario, and we'll go from there!
It hadn't been easy to decide how to go about doing she knew she had to. The matter demanded subtlety but also needed to be understood. Humans couldn't know, and action had to be protected as much as possible from the Night Council.
Calling together the hidden members of Circle Midnight wouldn't be easy, but it needed to happen.
Separated, they were nothing. A girl could die, and there was no coven to demand justice for her. There was power in numbers, and they lacked that so long as they were all apart, hiding. Yet, after Barnet, it was fairly easy to guess the Night Council wouldn't just ignore such a gathering.
Abigail Widdowson knew she had to be careful.
On June 10th, she started her work.
Business cards were the best way to go about it anonymously, which was required for now. Once there were more of them together, something more public could be handled. At present, though, they all had to remain unknown. So the placement of the cards was paramount. The bookstores were her first stop, both chain and the 'New Age' sort. She knew the books actual witches would get, the things that would help them. She slid a card between their pages. Bulletin boards in cafes also received one tacked on when she could blend into the line or crowd to hide her activities; student activity boards at Capel Manor College, Southgate College, and the College of Haringey, Enfield and North London received similar treatment, as did Middlesex University.
As a donor to Capel Manor College and a student of Business and Management at Middlesex University, keeping an eye on those campuses was easy enough, especially since she spent time at Capel Manor College to help tend to the herb gardens. It made gathering the supplies she sometimes needed for her magic easy and less suspicious.
So, she made the cards with a rendering of a summoning circle (without any adornments, just as a dark spellbook would have it for the base of any summoning) on one side. On the other was text.
Do you recognise this?
Then I am a sister.
We must not remain isolated.
020 7946 0110
B) Looking for a Place
Mornings and any time between classes was devoted to her mundane studies. After classes were over, however, Abigail went from being a college student to being a witch.
She tried to be conscious of what territory she was in -- steering well clear of the Night Council and Redbright territories -- as she checked out buildings that seemed empty and wrote down the addresses.
Geap Manor wasn't a safe place for a coven to meet. The last thing it needed was more magical energy in it, especially in the form of young people who didn't understand the house. Even Abigail didn't completely understand what it was, but she knew to be cautious, and she knew it needed her alive, lest it fall into disrepair. Still, she wouldn't put others there.
Which meant she needed a place for the coven she wanted to form.
Haringey was possible, but it was also dangerous. With the vampires and werewolves both claiming it, she couldn't be sure anyone would be safe. Still, that didn't stop her from considering it and walking the streets, mindful of her surroundings. Enfield was another possibility. Neutral, unclaimed territory was probably the safest bet, but it also meant that there was no one to protect anything that happened there. Waltham Forest and Islington received most of her attention some nights. She knew a vampire, and she knew a werewolf, and she might be able to talk to them to have a safe place if she could find a property.
How she was going to buy it without getting her name attached... that was a separate problem entirely.
C) Harmless Little Thing
Abigail had wanted to take summer classes at Middlesex. She'd really, really wanted to. Creative advertising? Sounded fun and useful. Nuero-linguistic progamming? Hell yes. But she had to think like a leader. She had to devote herself to the coven she wanted to make. Later, she could figure out how to separate her time. For right now, she had to think of the others, even if she didn't know any of them.
She couldn't do much in broad daylight. Sure, she might find a place or two to come back later and hide cards, but, for the most part, she just had to go about her daily business. Stopping for coffee in a little cafe, going shopping for clothes she didn't need, visiting museums. Checking in on various institutions her family had donated money to for generations.
All in all, it was dull, and it generally left her anxious. There was a lot she could be doing, but she wasn't. Because she was too scared to move openly. Still, while she was alone, it wasn't smart. Or, at least, that was how she comforted herself.
D) Close Call - only open to first replier
Usually, Abby was careful. She had to be. But even she had moments of carelessness. Like when she was strolling down the street, sipping her cup of coffee.
The light changed, the signal to walk lit up, and she started to go. Just as a car sped toward the intersection without showing signs of yiedling to the girl crossing.
Someone from the curb might want to alert her or pull her back.
E) Wildcard!
Reply with a scenario, and we'll go from there!
Absolutely fine!
"Oh-- oh my God." She's starting to come back to life, to revive after that brush with an accident. "Oh my God." But she can breathe. She's safe. For the most part. "I-- thank you."
Only then does she turn a little to look at him, her eyes widening with recognition.
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"You're welcome." His own appearance is night and day in comparison; composed and assured to this scruffy, rude, jerkass of a being. The only reason it can't be written off as identical twins is the same recognition goes by. A slight narrowing of gold eyes and the expression turning to slate.
She gets a short bow of the head in response, the laziest of greetings. "Widdowson. Be less distracted."
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Because it doesn't sound right to tell someone that it doesn't matter how vigilant she is. If it's not a car and a crosswalk, it's a heel breaking on a marble staircase. Or ice on a road. Little things, everyday accidents. She's been raised to watch for them, but that doesn't mean a lot. They still come.
Still, she nods, running a hand through her hair as she takes a deep breath again.
"I'll be more careful."
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"What was it again... 'a fair amount of trouble'?" There's only a tinge of amusement there. He had willingly assumed it was a tendency for her to stick her head into things. Asking the wrong questions to the wrong people, trying to get to close to powerful players without the proper defenses.
"You must be a bad luck magnet."
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"You're welcome." It's flat, an automatic reaction, and the gratitude is shrugged off like nothing, "Not like letting you get hit by a car is an option."
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Because she does. He saved her life, kept her alive to find another accident to avoid. Every day is precious, though. She has nowhere near the skill to contract a fae properly, so she has to keep herself alive until she does.