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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 14, 2006 10:04:38 GMT -5
The entrance to the Moonshade Occult Shop is quite noticeable when one walks by, with its green panneling and large window with a carefully arranged display of pagan-themed books and items used in witchcraft practice, thus leaving no doubt as to what one can find when one crosses the treshold. A bell above the door rings when one walks in, announcing new costumers or the simply curious.
Looking inside, the first thing a person will notice is how dark the shop is. It sets the whole mood, with lighted candles and incense burning, the smell of old books and herbs permeating the place, lending it an aura of mysticism. When one enters Moonshade, one knows they've wandered into a witch's abode. Though some may think the decor is rather exaggerated, it's because they have not yet met the owner; if they had, they'd realize that Moonshade is not a typical run-of-the-mill occult shop. It is, indeed, the *real* thing.
The shop looks smaller from the outside than it actually is. The narrow walls are of dark stone, adorned with wooden mirrors, Pagan-themed tapestries (there's one of the Goddess Artemis hunting), altar cloths, and oak shelves, filled to bursting with books. Most of them are dedicated to Wicca, Druidism and other such Pagan religions, but in a room in the back of the store, hidden from most eyes, is a private collection of old tomes on far darker themes. There are stands with a variety of ritual items (like wands, candles, chalices, ritual knives, etc.), statues, incense, crystals, herbs and oils, charm bags and jewelry, among others.
There are some old couches spread through the store, with sidetables at their sides, and some dark stools as well, perfect for someone to sit and consult books or relax while discussing magick or other occult themes. Moonshade is as much a shop as it is a gathering place for like-minded people.
Most often than not, costumers will spot a sleek, black cat lounging on one of the store's couches or stools. Do *not* attempt to pet it if you value your life...
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 14, 2006 11:00:09 GMT -5
Rhiannon still hadn’t gotten used to Los Angeles. She suspected it would be a while still before she felt comfortable enough with the city. Before she learned how to navigate through it without getting lost about twenty times a day, where the hot spots were, which streets not to walk in at night if she didn’t want to get robbed or mangled or worse, how to deal with charlatans, among other things. Develop the know-how necessary to survive in the big city.. It was a strange city, Los Angels, far more busy than Rhiannon was used to, almost like a whole new country with different people and different costumes. Or maybe it just felt that way to Rhia, who had, until about a week ago, never lived in a place with more than 15,000 inhabitants.
The city could not be much more different than her small town of Green Hills, Massachusetts, or even Bradford, where she’d gone to college. It wasn’t just that the city was huge and more cosmopolitan, but that it was darker, less connected with nature. And that had always been a very important thing for Rhia. LA had a life of its own, yes, a more frantic but also more interesting pace to it, but Rhiannon was still too ingrained in her small-town girl mentality to feel comfortable with it. Her simple, wholesome upbringing contrasted heavily with the way of life in the big city, but she had always been able to adapt fairly well to new situations and circumstances.
She’d get used to this. Eventually.
Rhiannon was lucky to have Siobhan to help her get acquainted with LA. Her grandmother refused to be called by any other name but her birth name, so Rhia had never really called her “grandma”, but she’d always had a very close relationship with the older woman. They’d always shared the same passion for magick, the same spiritual inclinations, the same interests in the occult. Of course, Siobhan was also a bit mad, or so it seemed to Rhiannon at times, but she loved the old-woman anyway. Besides which, she’d been the one to offer Rhia a job at her store, not to mention an actual apartment (demanding no rent). You couldn’t really ask for more.
Except maybe a little less incense.
Rhiannon loved Moonshade. She really did. She felt incredibly comfortable within, among the books and the candle and under the protection of the Lady (Siobhan was quite adamant in performing cleansing and protection rituals when she opened and closed the store). She could close her eyes and feel the magick, like it was a tangible thing she could reach out and touch with her fingertips. But there was just too much incense burning. Her grandmother seemed to have a real predilection for mixing scents and Rhiannon’s nose was not yet used to this. The first time she’d entered the store, she’d sneezed multiple times under the amused look of her grandmother.
It wasn’t that she was allergic to incense, but try spending your whole day continually exposed to about 10 burning incense sticks of different scents. The amount of smoke alone was enough to water your eyes.
“Rhia, are you busy, dear?”
The young woman looked up from the book she’d been reading comfortably in one of the store’s couches, legs tucked underneath her, to see her grandmother, still springy and sharp in her almost 80 years, coming out of the backroom, the one where she stored her most powerful items and priceless books. Rhiannon had only been there once since arriving but she’d been too awed at some of the things she’d found there to really pay attention to whatever explanations her grandmother had been trying to convey. The fact was, living in a small town in Massachusetts, Rhiannon had rarely ever gone into an occult shop. She’d ordered most of the things she needed for magick rituals from online catalogues. No wonder she was still fascinated by this place.
“Not really, Siobhan,” she answered her grandmother’s question and slowly rose from the couch, setting the book she’d been reading on the side table, next to the cinnamon tea she’d been drinking. “What do you need?”
“Just need some young bones to help me carry some boxes of items that need cataloguing.” There was a pause and then a hint of humor in the warm, raspy voice. “You’re doing the cataloguing, of course. Now that I have help, I get to boss them around.”
Rhiannon smiled and went to help. She didn’t mind the cataloguing, even if it could become a bit boring after a while. Still, you had the opportunity to examine quite a few interesting items. Just two days ago Rhiannon had been un-boxing items and found the most beautiful dragon statuesque she’d ever seen. It now adorned her bedside table in her room above the store; Siobhan had offered it to her without Rhiannon needing to say a word.
Just then, the bell rang, announcing a newcomer and both grandmother and granddaughter looked in the direction of the sound.
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Post by Jester on Jun 14, 2006 16:15:32 GMT -5
And in stepped Jester, clad in a his previous attire of straightjacket and belt pants. "Hi" he said while ferociously waving his hand at them "I was hoping to do some shopping."
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Post by Gabriel Corvis on Jun 14, 2006 16:35:51 GMT -5
Gabriel had some business to attend to at a local underground fight club but before he did so, he wanted to make sure he was up on all the latest binding spells, since it was a spell which harmed humans it wasnt' considered dark magic and there was only one place he'd go for the good stuff.
He reached the door of Moonshade Occult Shop, he'd often drop by to browse or make a purchase, the woman who ran it, Siobhan O'Conner, was a nice person, often giving him lots of freidnly advice, he trusted her because she was a friend of his Aunty O and his aunty didn't have many friends.
Pushing open the door he stepped inside and the familiar smell of jasmine and leather bound books filled his nostrils, any other person would have found the scent sickening but not Gabriel, he really enjoyed it. He ran his hand along a nearby shelf, the wood felt smooth under his finger tips, he read the spines of the various books which filled the shelf, some where really valuable while others where just for suckers who didn't know a charm from a hex.
He smiled to himself and finally reached the counter, he frowned at what he saw, an extremely wild looking man who seemed tobe giving the young girlbehind the counter a hard time. He watched the man, standing still, waiting to see what he did next.
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Post by Jester on Jun 14, 2006 18:42:27 GMT -5
Jester noticed the newcomer watching him, but since he wasn't doing something very threatening he ignored him. Instead he turned to the attractive young girl with his most charming smile "Do you have a crystal of Jatten and a Ferux sacrificial dagger?" He went through the list in his head, nothing else he could ask them for. Wicca's and their fear of true magic. "And do you know someone who sells cotton candy in large quantities?"
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 14, 2006 18:55:25 GMT -5
Rhiannon was not an easy person to surprise. It wasn't that she'd seen everything the world could throw at her (which was as farther from the truth as possible) but she was a very calm and collected person, and even when things looked a bit out of the ordinary, she didn't have much of a visible reaction. But it was impossible not to startle a little at the completely flamboyant figure that had just stepped into Moonshade. People simply didn't dress in a straightjacket. A straightjacket. How could something like that be worn like any normal piece of clothing and outside of an asylum, was something that baffled her.
Then again, L.A. had a multitude of strange, incongruous characters. Her grandmother had tried to tell her that a big city like this had a bit of everything, ranging from the boringly normal to the outlandish and outrageous. Rhiannon had nodded but hadn't really known what this meant until she was confronted with the truth. The differences between her old hometown and this city became so much more pronounced, and it made Rhiannon wonder if it had been the best of ideas to come here.
And yet… there was a certain thrill in observing people so fundamentally different from her. Strange, yes, but interesting. Rhiannon had always been an observer of the human nature. Had always enjoyed watching people, studying them, their actions and their words, not with judgment but with innocent and genuine curiosity. So, despite the outlandish personage currently waving madly at her, white-painted face reminding her of the Joker from the Batman comics, Rhiannon smiled and greeted the newcomer in her soft and courteous voice.
“Merry meet and welcome to Moonshade. How can I help you?” She’d expected her grandmother to be the first to say anything, but Siobhan stood quietly where she was, though a stern look had settled on her face.
"Hi" he said while ferociously waving his hand at them "I was hoping to do some shopping."
Rhiannon shared a look with her grandma, who waved at her as if to say to go ahead, and promptly busied herself with the boxes, effectively leaving Rhiannon to the wolves. A very colorful wolf, in this particular case. Rhiannon took it in stride.
“Are you looking for something in particular?” she asked gently.
Just then the bell at the door rang again and a man came in. Rhia had seen him around once before but hadn’t really talked to him. He seemed to be a friend of her grandma, and that was as good a greeting card as anyone could have with Rhiannon, but she had never been the most eloquent person among strangers. Once she got to know them, she opened up very easily, but until that initial awkwardness was surpassed, she was basically a social disaster.
Her attention returned to her costumer. “I’m pretty sure we have whatever you’ll be looking for,” she offered with a genuine smile on her face. It was the truth. She’d been so pleasantly surprised to find that Moonshade really had just about anything one could ever hope for in a store dedicated to the occult and the magickal arts.
"Do you have a crystal of Jatten and a Ferux sacrificial dagger?"
Rhiannon searched through her memory for any mention of those items on the catalogue Siobhan had told her to memorize, which had proved to be a difficult but very interesting task, considering the amount of things she’d found on the store’s inventory she’d never even heard of, but after some research and a few hours of picking her grandma’s head, she’d become familiar with most of them.
“As a matter of fact, we do have…” she trailed off when she heard his next question.
"And do you know someone who sells cotton candy in large quantities?"
She laughed, a clear sound that escaped her easily. “I wouldn’t know…” she replied with a smile. “But I can get you that crystal and ceremonial dagger. I’m afraid it's not as good as cotton candy... Let me get them for you.” She walked around the counter and proceeded towards a stand that sported many differently-styled daggers.
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Post by Jester on Jun 14, 2006 19:07:49 GMT -5
"What? You don't know who sells cotton candy? And you call yourself a witch?" He said this with a honest smile, making it clear he wasn't serious. Granted, a man "painted" like a clown wearing a straightjacket probably couldn't be taken seriously even if he tried. "I find it's a great thing for spells. Especially when making luck charms. Euphrosyne loves the stuff. And it channels eldrich energy like a cup on a sunday"
He took a deep whiff of the incense filled air. He liked it, the mix was so chaotic, so random. Ofcourse he knew there was a purpose, but few people really knew what true chaos was. And he wasn't telling. He lost his mind for the knowledge, least he think he did, so it just wasn't right if others should get it for free. Suddenly roused from his mousing by a small sound from the charming young joywhistle, he continued with alittle small chitchat. "So, what's your name?" People never bothered with chitchat anymore. Yet it was part of the most chaotic thing of all. Talking. People where so ignorant about how things worked. If it wasn't so funny it would be sad. Then again, tragic comedy is really funny, so it would probably only be more fun.
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 15, 2006 5:59:00 GMT -5
"What? You don't know who sells cotton candy? And you call yourself a witch?" (...) "I find it's a great thing for spells. Especially when making luck charms. Euphrosyne loves the stuff. And it channels eldrich energy like a cup on a sunday."
Rhiannon couldn't help but smile at this. "I've always thought cotton candy to be the food of Gods," she said softly. She'd always loved cotton candy when she went to the fair. It was sweet and melted on your mouth and left your fingers delightfully sticky. No wonder the Goddess of mirth and joy itself would find it appealing.
But she'd never thought cotton candy could be used for magickal spells. She wondered if he was joking, but although his voice was very animated, he actually seemed to mean it. How strange. Cotton candy? She grinned. Well, one learned new things everyday. It wasn't as if Rhiannon had read every spell-book in existence. She was sure that there was a lot of things she didn't know. Things she would eventually learn, with time and experience.
Then again, she'd never really been one for tradition, anyways. Always been the kind of person who believed that spells depended more on will than elaborate magickal items. You didn't need to cast a spell with a jeweled, outrageously expensive wand, for example, when a simple branch picked up in the woods would do just as fine. She was a very adept believer of just "winging it", truth be told. Didn't make it any less respectful. Magick came from the soul and as long as the heart believed, everything would work out in the end.
Furthermore, witchcraft was not even the most important aspect of things, at least to her. She was more interested in the spiritual aspects of Wicca than casting spells. She lived by the tenets, wanting to become a better person under the eyes of the Goddess. And she liked to go outside, into the woods, and listen to the wind rustling through the trees, the warm touch of the sun or the soothing comfort of the moon making her feel closer to the world, to he Lady. You could feel the magick in all things if you just closed your eyes and allowed yourself to do so. That was the true essence of Wicca.
It was beautiful.
"So, what's your name?"
"I'm Rhiannon," she introduced herself easily, as she carefully withdrew the Ferux dagger. She'd never really liked the term sacrificial associated with it. The connotations were slightly worrisome. But Rhiannon had always believed people who dwelt in magic did so knowing full well the consequences of it, knowing the responsibilities of using it, and thus minded the most important of its rules. She didn't really think anyone would use a Ferux dagger to actually sacrifice anyone.
She took a small, simple wooden box from a shelf under the daggers stand and placed the Ferux dagger within, nestled in its velvet interior. Her eyes met the man's. "Now to find your crystal," she said brightly.
She'd taken quite well to this job. Although she was usually tongue-tied with strangers, it didn't seem to apply so much when she was dealing with a costumer or talking about something she loved. It was just when she was thrust into social situations that things became somewhat awkward at first. When she was introduced to new people, or when someone approached her somewhere that wasn't her workplace. The shyness didn't last for long, though, and soon enough, if she shared any interest at all with someone she'd recently met, she would be talking animately, like she'd known them all her life. That was Rhiannon... if you got through to her, you had a loyal friend for eternity.
Just then Rhiannon heard her grandmother call out to the other man, whose name she'd been trying to recall for the past minutes, rather unsuccessfully.
"Gabriel, my boy, what are you doing there, slinking in the shadows?" There was a note of fond exasperation in Siobhan's voice. "Come give an old woman a hug."
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Post by Gabriel Corvis on Jun 15, 2006 7:03:14 GMT -5
He looked up from the speel book he had been thumbing through when he heard a voice, he looked up and smiled when he saw Siobhan, he put the book back form where it caem fromand he walked to ger and gently embraced her "How you doing today Siobhan?"
Siobhan was an old friend of his Aunt's they had met on several occasions and they ejoyed sharing stories about each other's families, he enjoyed her company very much, which was saying something since he didn't have that many trusted people in his life.
He looked over his shoulder to Jester, then glanced at Rhiannon before looking back to Siobhan "I see the shop is still doing really well"
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Post by Jester on Jun 15, 2006 7:31:32 GMT -5
"Rhiannon." he rolled it around on his tongue, letting the words balance on it tip. The he reached in with his hand and grabbed them, proudly displaying a deep red gem. It was a odd one, it seemed like the inside was made of liquid, swirling around with no concern for physics or gravity. Holding it up proudly in front of him, he said with a smile "What a beautiful name"
He never really liked names. They where like chains, binding you to reality and anchoring you to probability. But they where sometimes needed, and Jester filled it's purpose. But to himself he wasn't Jester, no today he was Hasgard the burning one. Or Cindy. He wasn't sure, but he rarely was.
He stretched out the mystical gem to Rhiannon, motioning for her to take it. "Have you been a wicca for long?"
He didn't like wicca's most of the time. They where to focused on doing it by the book, in this case literary. After a few mental seconds of laughing at his own joke the swirling puddle of chaos and madness that filled his brain succeeded in forming coherent thoughts again. It was so more fun changing the ingredients in a spell, see what happened. Which was what he was gonna do to Leota's spell. At first he had only thought of playing around with her a bit before destroying the scroll and leaving. But when she said she wanted true chaos everything changed. Few people could really handle true chaos, to be removed from the wheel of fate and destiny, to be sailing the sea's of probability all on their own. But she wanted it, so she was gonna get it.
A thought hit him, how he was gonna prank on Junior! Junior was fun, he was smart enough to be a challenge and strong enough to be entertaining to outrun. "Do you have a few vials of alturian venom?"
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 15, 2006 10:12:02 GMT -5
"How you doing today Siobhan?"
"Oh, the same. I'm a mean old woman, my bones are creaking, trouble getting out of bed. Age doesn't forgive." Siobhan O'Connell answered Gabriel, an expression of mock disgust on her face. Despite her age and whatever else she might say, she still had a lot of energy for a woman her age. She liked to complain about old bones, but she was not decrepit enough still not to be able to give a good kick to a few demons and other forces of darkness that might decide to mess around with her.
Siobhan was a strong, no-nonsense woman and had a healthy reputation, which earned her a measure of respect from those who dabbled in the magickal arts. Rhiannon had always loved her grandmother very much. Used to spend quite a lot of time with her when she was younger, in Siobhan's home in a small rural town in Ireland, where she'd had lived for many years before coming to the United States. She'd learned many things during those weeks. Part of her desire to study Wicca had been due to her grandmother's beliefs and her faith in the Lady.
Rhiannon was also quite aware her grandmother was a bit eccentric and people who entered her store for the first time, when still young and inexperienced in the arts, usually tended to regard her with a mix of fear and disappointed amusement. Her appearance didn't inspire much confidence in those who saw her, because people couldn't be sure whether she was the real thing or just a charlatan, like so many were nowadays. She certainly dressed "witch-y" enough, but that was exactly why it made her look less than serious.
Of course, these opinions hardly ever lasted for long because Siobhan O'Connell was a powerful witch in her own right, despite whether or not she looked like she'd come out of the Victorian age, with Gothic velvety dresses and pointy boots.
He looked over his shoulder to Jester, then glanced at Rhiannon before looking back to Siobhan "I see the shop is still doing really well."
"Yes, it has. Rhiannon has been a good help. That girl has a way with the clients, makes them feel very comfortable." Siobhan had told Gabriel about her granddaughter before and had briefly introduced them the last time he'd been there, when Rhiannon had just started out at the store. "And what have you been up to since I last saw you?"
While this conversation was taking place, Rhiannon herself was just finished closing the stand where she'd gathered the fanciful-looking Jatten dagger (every display case containing dangerous objects was locked, for safety) and was making her way toward the crystals and stones' section, the flamboyant man following in her footsteps.
"Have you been a wicca for long?"
She thought about the question for a moment. "I have always been a Wiccan at heart, even when I didn't have a name for it," she began, slowly, honestly. If there was one thing she felt great pleasure in talking, even with a stranger, was this. "I started believing in forces beyond myself, in the power of nature and the life-giving energy that surrounded us very early on. My family has practicing witchcraft for generations, so it was no surprise when I followed their path. Believing in the Goddess and in the magick in all things came very easily to me."
The words flowed out of her, like a spring, easily and softly. You looked at Rhiannon and you could see that she, indeed, believed. She paused then and gave him a clear look. "I didn't call myself a Wiccan back then because I didn't need a name for faith. And I found they put into words what I've always felt, so I am proud to call myself Wicca." She gave him a smile and then looked away, catching sight of her goal. She picked up a clear, green-tinted crystal and presented it to her client. "I'm sure you know how to cleanse it," she commented as she placed it in a little bag.
"Do you have a few vials of alturian venom?"
"Vials of what?" Rhiannon asked, surprised. "I don't know what that is, I'm sorry." She looked properly embarrassed. "But I can ask Siobhan." She moved past the man and approached the counter where her grandmother was having an animated conversation with the dark-clad man, Gabriel, was it? "Siobhan, do you know what Alturian venom is?"
Her grandmother stared at her for a moment then looked over Rhiannon's shoulder to the man behind her, a small frown on her face. She seemed to study him for a moment and then shrugged. "Poison is a bit of a misnomer. The stuff is rather harmless, as long as you don't mix it up with certain alcoholic beverages." The last was said in a stern tone to Jester. "You can find it in the backroom. Transparent vial, green liquid, should say what it is in the label. It's in the second cabinet left of the door."
Rhiannon suppressed a desire to laugh and turned to her client. "I'll get it for you," she said and made her way to the dark and strange room at the back of the store.
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Post by Jester on Jun 15, 2006 11:08:49 GMT -5
"what, mixing it with alcohol? Wouldn't dream of it" Jester said with mock shock. And while he waited for the cute little girl to show up he conjured up two rather impressive sticks of cotton candy. He always liked using cotton candy. First of all it tasted really tasty. Secondly using it in spells had all sorts of fun effects. It was a chaos element, with often unexpected consequences.
But while his mind wandered chaos crept in again, seething through his mind. Leota wanted chaos, and not just chaos. But true chaos. It was a dangerous thing, true chaos. Made you vulnerable, unprotected by fate and destiny. But it also gave you tremendous power if you used it right. With it you could win battles you weren't meant to win, learn things the powers that be didn't want you to learn. You could dance through the strands of chance, twist reality to your whim. But you could also die by things that shouldn't kill you, fail at things you should succeed in. True chaos cut off your lifeline, made you fly on your own wings. And more often then not, people crashed and burned.
As chaos pulled away it's twisted tentacles, order, or as close as Jester's mind could come, returned. He picked up the crystal and the dagger. The crystal wasn't even cleansed, which added another layer of uncertainty to the spell. So much the better. He probably should require some form of payment for this spell he was gonna cast. But did minions get paid? And was he a minion or a flunky? Or perhaps his skills had promoted him to sidekick? And what was the going rate for a army summoning? And how much was that rate worth in bunny slippers? Tough questions.
He took a big sticky bite from his cotton candy, thinking about how best to get Leota, she would be a great prank. Perhaps he could make her fall in love with someone. Love spells always made good fun. Yeah, that could work. Or turn her into a emu.
And this Rhiannon was nice. Looked good, fun to talk to. Shame she was a wicca. But a little spell might chance that too. Not a mind controller. No, those where boring, no challenge. But give her a taste of true chaos. Make her hooked on it. Yes, that could be chaotic. A smile spread across his face. This was gonna be interesting times. Interesting indeed.
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Post by Gabriel Corvis on Jun 15, 2006 16:05:45 GMT -5
He nodded as Siobhan told her about her grand daughter, he watched as the young girl pleasantly went about getting the clown's items, he could tell by the look in her eyes she wasn't used to see such things, he folded his arms and smiled "She's easy on the eyes Siobhan, I gotta tell ya"
He hadn't been with a woman in a long time, the only ones in his life where his Aunty O, her grandaughter Isbella and of course Siobhan, he continplated asking her out but she looked too sweet for a guy like himself.
As the clown spoke more drivel Gabe wondered over to a shelf and ran his fingers along the spine once more "Let's see" he said quietly "Bind spells, bind spells" he kept repeating, then his eye fell on one particular book, he slid it out and read the cover, it was in latin and written backwords but seeing as itwas his major back at the Academy Of Magic he had no trouble reading it, he flicked through the pages "I could use this"
Snapping the book closed he stood behind Jester, looking him up and down, this demons had no self respect it seemed, he shook his head slightly and wait to pay for the book.
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 15, 2006 16:47:13 GMT -5
The backroom of the Moonshade Occult Shop was like an entirely different world. Or time. It seemed you went back into the past the moment you stepped past the wooden door that lead to it. For one, it looked like she was within the dungeons of a medieval castle, the walls made of jagged, grey stone, with antique-looking candle-holders on the walls, the flickering light from the candles not quite reaching every corner of the space, casting shadows that seemed to move in the periphery of your eyes.
And there was an aura in this room, a powerful aura of magick that permeated the walls, that one could feel when they touched the old cabinets or brushed their fingertips against the edges of some of the strange-looking objects and books stored within. This was where Siobhan kept her most important items and books, those not usually found in normal store's of the kind, not for the public eye to glimpse. And it also contained a few knick-knacks her grandmother had collected throughout her life that were more curious than powerful.
All in all, it was like walking into a dream, and Rhiannon enjoyed the feeling. She also felt weary, though, for she could feel really a strange tingling on her skin -- of the not-so-pleasant-type -- whenever she approached certain cabinets or bookshelves. Something just kept her far away from those places in particular. She'd always been very good at following her instincts and they told her that whatever lay within was neither good nor harmless.
She found the vials of the green liquid where Siobhan had told her she'd find them and took a few out. Alturian venom, the label said clearly, written in a flowery Gothic script. Nothing else. You could look at it and have no idea what it was or could be used for, unless you did some research. Rhiannon vowed to learn what exactly it was and what it did. She liked gaining new knowledge, the challenge of exploring things that were strange to her. She liked to loose herself in books and explore the written worlds they revealed.
Then again, the Internet could be much quicker as a research source. Not entirely as reliable, but much more practical. No one ever said witches had to stick to the traditional old tomes.
With a last look at the dark, foreboding room, she crossed the door and into the slightly better lighted store-proper. She placed the vials on the counter and then looked at her costumer with a smile. "Well, I guess we have every..." she trailed off as she noticed what he had in his hands. "Is that cotton candy? How did you..." She shook her head and grinned, knowing the answer she'd be given if she finished the question. They were in an occult store. What other answer would there be but "it's magick"?
"Apparently you found your cotton candy," she continued, amusement in her tone. "Let me get your bill, then. Unless you want anything else. " Her eyes turned to Gabriel. "And you'll be taking that?" She held out her hand for the book, so she could check the price.
"Give Gabriel a little discount on the house, Rhia. His aunt will have my ears otherwise!" Siobhan chuckled loudly, a hearty laugh that Rhiannon had always loved.
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Post by Gabriel Corvis on Jun 15, 2006 16:57:05 GMT -5
He handed the book to her, as she took it he gave her a wink and he folded his arms again "So, Rhiannon huh?" he smiled slightly and held out his hand "Name's Gabriel Corvis,don't let the dark vlothes fool ya, I'm on okay guy"
He kept smiling, she seemed like someone he could get along with, having someone who practiced white magic who was young and eager couldn't hurt. he could smeel her fragrance from here, he always liked it when women wore the stuff, made them seem more exciting to him.
When Siobhan mentioned his aunt he laughed "Yeah, she'd be pretty miffed I was spending my hard eanred money on this place" he grinned "Which reminds me, she wants you round for tea on Sunday" he said looking at her.
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