I for one welcome our new witchy overlords [Open]

[detectiveofthewest]

A: Welcome to Cafe Poirot
On odd days of the week, Heiji spent his time mingling with customers as a part-time waiter for a small cafe in Barnet. A bit of a customer favorite, he could often be found serving coffee, recommending menu items, or chatting during slow periods and exchanging news about recent events. Like the sudden seizure of Barnet by the Reds, for example...

For about an hour on this particular day, however, Heiji brought his violin in, spent a brief minute or two tuning, then began to play. His bow sang across the strings in long, fluid sweeps, mingling with the enticing smells of coffee and cake...

B: Something in the Mist
Night wasn't always a safe time in London, especially when the streets were shrouded in fog. But travelers along certain side streets might find themselves party to glimpses of ghostly blue flame. And if they should for some reason find themselves drawn to follow that flame, they'd only be falling under the same spectral influence that had been bewitching their fellows for an age.

But didn't it seem like they weren't quite alone? Like something was... watching them?

C: Other
Heiji will be doing a lot of wandering and exploring around the city, in human form or as a mundane-looking fox during the day and possibly as a much larger, clearly supernatural fox at night. Let me know if you want to do anything in particular or shoot ideas back and forth.

Comments

B

[emotioneater]

Cooper really should have known better. He'd been around long enough to know that following mysterious blue flames would lead to nothing good. But he couldn't help himself. Something drew the vampire in, making him follow the flames from one spot to the next. If something hinky came up, he was confident that he could handle it. And judging from the feeling he got of eyes watching him, there was definitely something up about this whole situation.

A

[titanocidal]

The door chime rings as Eren enters the café a good several minutes before the start of his shift. As a new hire who'd started this week, he still has yet to meet all of the staff, but the lovely sound of Heiji’s playing certainly makes for a striking first impression.

He stands there for a moment, listening with mildly captivated interest, not wanting to interrupt but knowing that he should probably introduce himself. Once the current song comes to its end, he makes his move, taking a step forward to greet his new coworker. “Not bad. You’re pretty good at that.”

B

[whatmatters]

Ringer moved easily along the pavement, unperturbed by the darkness and fog that settled over the city in a foreboding and ominous manner. It encouraged her to be ready and alert, her training ingrained and her 9mm securely tucked into the shoulder holster beneath her jacket. At times like this, she missed the quieter and more empty streets of Oxford and wondered if she might ever return. Some part of her never wanted to.

Her thoughts were disrupted by the sight of the blue flame, recognizing it immediately as something at best unnatural and at worst dangerous. She felt drawn toward it, conscious of the sorcery and the likely trap it posed while simultaneously enchanted by the simple demonstration.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asked blandly of the darkness, tearing her gaze away from the flame and finding herself blinded thanks to the light.