Fantasy A Modern Coven (OPEN)

[Shagranoz]

Camille's eyes went wide as Rima gave her rather brief explanation. "A mob? At the candy shop? Don't get me wrong, the girl makes some killer fudge- but that doesn't seem normal. I'll get the car around, you put a glamour on. I don't want to explain why you have wings." While Jikariel laid down her illusion, Camille reached her mind into the abyss. Azorgathal, Felikor. Can you two stay overhead and keep an eye out? Don't show yourselves to the humans and keep the mayhem to a minimum, or you'll be in breach of contract.

A voice boomed in her mind, As you wish, Hellspeaker. Two winged demons appeared above her Jeep, one a serpent of fire, the other a pulsating mass of diseased organs. They would keep other drivers out of her way subconsciously as she barreled down the highway, and deal with any particularly nasty troublemakers when they arrived.

It turned out, however, that the demonic reinforcements were unnecessary- Rima was under assault by a horde of screaming elementary school students. As she and Jikariel got out, Camille dismissed her overwatch with a curt wave of her hand. "All of you, knock it off! What are you doing to this poor cat?"

"Sorry, miss," a little boy said as he shuffled back.

Camille put her hands on Rima's paw to reassure her. "it's alright, girl."

The Forgotten Host

 

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Riley pauses when she calls after him. The hand messing with his lighter stills as he frowns, taking in the implications of what she was offering. Typically he'd refuse outright--he didn't know these people, and they didn't know him, which was a detriment on their part. If they knew anything about him, they'd send him packing as fast as they could. He would only bring bad things with him.

However, he was starving. The dollar bill in his pocket served as a mocking reminder that this might be his only chance to eat today. He doesn't want to be indebted to this woman, but it was his only choice at the moment. Slowly, he turned around, facing her again and slipping his lighter in his pocket. "Riley," he called as he walked back over to her. "You've called me that twice now, but my name is Riley," he corrected, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. He thought back to what she said about 'people stirring up trouble' and paused, looking up from the ground and finally meeting her eyes. "I'll take the meal, but after that I'll have to go." He paused, and then added,"I'll cause trouble even if I don't mean to."[/div][/div]
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[erzulie]

Name | Babette Duprè
Location | Duprè’s Hair Salon Kitchen
Tags | Riley eggsaladsandwitch

“Well Riley my name’s Babette, but call me Betty. Now you look me in the eye, I was beginnin’ to think that something was wrong with my face. You’re not that bad looking but those bags make me think that you haven’t slept a wink in your life.” Babette said while observing his facial features. He was really easy on the eyes, if you ignored the bags of course. Babette simply shrugged when he said that he’d leave. “That’s fine by me. There’s a few homeless shelters around here if you don’t have anywhere to go.” Babette turned and headed back to the salon. “Come see, the kitchen is in the back.” She said. The young priestess ignored the looks and stares of the customers. Like Babette they’d never seen Riley before and wondered just who he was. It wasn’t long before they went back to focusing on other things. Upon seeing him being led to the back they lost interest. The back was where many had come for help of the magical kind. Babette’s mother was a fortune teller and healer, it wasn’t uncommon for people to seek her help.

Duprè’s was a large building that consisted of two floor. The bottom floor and back area held a hall way with a staircase leading upstairs and four doors. Two of the doors were locked while the remaining two consisted of a bathroom and kitchen. Upstairs was a bedroom and bathroom. Once they reached the kitchen Babette turned her attention to Riley once again. “Are you allergic to anything? There’s a pot of seafood gumbo that I can heat up for you if you don’t have a seafood allergy.” She walked over to the fridge and opened it.

 

[Demifailure]

Silvia shook his head, his eyes flicking to the flowers in question. Maybe if he was living with someone, but his house was empty, spare him and a knife. Otherwise...

There wasn’t really anyone to spruce up for.

“No, that‘ll be all.” Silvia smiled, settling the bags in a safe place inside his own. This would fill out a great majority of what he needed, and now all was left was a few catalysts from the local potion shop.

“Thank you so much, I’ll get the seeds to you as soon as I can.” With another smile and wave, Silvia had left.

Huh. The candy store crowd had calmed down.

The True Plague

 

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[/div][/div][div class=content][div class=scroll1]He all but shriveled under her scrutiny, feeling incredibly awkward as she commented on his looks. As a general rule, he would rather be ignored completely than complimented like this--no doubt a result of his upbringing, one in which bringing attention to yourself was always a bad thing. His sharp shoulders stiffened at the mention of a homeless shelter. He didn't need any charity.

He began to follow her, feeling nervous as they walked back through the hair salon. All of the eyes on him made him feel vulnerable, and he hunched his shoulders, keeping his head down as they made their way to the back. They entered the kitchen, and Riley took almost a full minute of just standing there, taking in the grandness of it all. This was, perhaps the most expensive room he had ever been in. It felt wrong for him to be here--it wasn't meant for people like him.

At her question, Riley hesitated. While he wasn't a huge fan of seafood, he wasn't in the position to be picky, and would honestly eat anything by this point. "That's fine," he responded as he continued to just sort of stand there, basking in the wealth of it all. A thought crossed his mind, briefly, in which he hoped that she wasn't making fun of him in doing this. Anyone with this much money didn't need to bother with people like him, anyways.[/div][/div]
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[The True Plague]

Adam chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head as his customer left. With a bit more effort of will than he'd like to admit, he pushed himself away from the counter to flip the door sign back to open. As tempting as grabbing a bite at the moment was, he should probably work at least a few more hours. You know, as if he were actually doing a job. Just because he's the owner doesn't mean he can slack off.

'Bah, I swear you enjoy punishing yourself!' Plagus, being kept in the seperate room, decided to angrily think at her partner instead of chatting normally... Or as normally as a witch and a dead witch spirit in the form of a crow can. 'We both know you need to eat!'

'Also kind of need money to do so, and keep the store, the house, oh, and those sunflower seeds you like.' Judging by the distant squawk, that got his point across. 'Glad to see you care though.' With that, Adam sat down behind the counter, and pulled out a magazine on gardening. Let's see what the nation chats about on this! Maybe he'd even see his own name credited for a flower pairing... Heh, as if. A man can dream though, no?

 

[erzulie]

Name | Babette Duprè
Location | Duprè’s Hair Salon Kitchen
Tags | Riley eggsaladsandwitch

Babette only nodded before taking a medium sized pot out of the fridge and placing it on the stove. She made her way over to the pantry to grab some rice. When noticing that Riley was standing in the middle of the kitchen a bemused look appeared on her face. “You can sit down wherever. And this shouldn’t take long, just hold on for a bit.” She gestured to one of the chairs at the kitchen island. Babette turned on the stove to heat the gumbo up and then moved on to cooking the rice. She grabbed a ladle from one of the drawers for when the food was finished. Babette leaned against the counter as the food cooked. She rested a hand against her cheek and stared at Riley. She took in his posture and how he seemed to try and make himself look smaller. It was a little funny given how tall he was. Babette had seen folks who carried themselves the same way, some were clients who needed her or her family’s help via magical ways and others were normal people who lived in the seedier parts of New Orleans. Their living conditions were less than homely or they were trying to run away from something or someone.

Babette said nothing and stopped her staring. She figured that she was possibly making him nervous from her gaze. Instead she focused on the food, stirring the gumbo ever so often. She enjoyed the silence and soon the kitchen spelled of spices. Babette grabbed a large bowl and fixed some gumbo for the awkward Exile. The combination of shrimp, crawfish, and crab meat smelled and looked delicious. Babette placed it on the counter. “Dig in.” She then went on to fix herself a bowl. Babette spoke up once again while fixing her own food. “You know, you never answered my question cher. What’re you doing so far away from the bayou? Aren’t you supposed to be learning about your breed of magic down there?” After she finished Babette placed the pot back into the fridge with the rice and cut off the stove. She sat at the island and looked at Riley expectedly.

 

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As long as she didn't try anything. Then she could do quite a few things to her. Her suspicion eats at her, though. She starts to head to the back room. "May I offer you some tea?" she asks, turning her head a bit to face her. Her expression is hard to interpret... and what's going on in her mind is fuzzy. She intends to fulfill the request, but she wants to know what else is going on. She doesn't trust that this is all the girl came for, that much was for certain. [/div] [/div]

 

[The Forgotten Host]

Police were stationed outside the candy shop by now. They unsure of what to do in this situation. The kids were rabid but they didn't think riot gear was necessary. The adults who joined them were having a laugh so no tear gas required. The mob had split into two factions: the petters and the snooters. The camera crew was still outside reporting on every single new development. "We're here live as a new interloper has arrived to put a stop to this candy shop coup. Who is this stranger? Does she know the shop owner. And most importantly, why does she get to have contact privileges? Stay tuned and find out."

The crowd agreed. How dare this rando on the street just waltz in claim snuggle rights? "That's cuz you get to touch her!" The girl who started this whole fiasco argued (she was quite evidently a snooter). "I think its only fair that all of us get to have a turn petting the Ms. Fluffybuns." This precocious little parasite didn't match up to Camille's torso. But there she was, like David staring down Goliath.

"I was serving cake pops an hour ago. How is this my life?" Rima spoke almost defeated. "You have people skills dear. Please use them." Camille didn't think cats could have hollows under their eyes, but there you go.

Shagranoz

 

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[/div][/div][div class=content][div class=scroll1]Hesitantly, Riley made his way over to the island, sitting down and placing his bag on the chair next to him. He looked up to see her looking right back at him, and he immediately ducked his head, turning his attention back to his burnt jacket sleeve, gazing at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. When a bowl was placed in front of him, he glanced up for a second, quickly mumbling a quick, "Thanks." He starts to eat--quickly, because, let's facing it, he had been starving, but not ravenous. Best to not act like a sloppy animal in front of his host.

When she sits down and asks him her question, Riley stills, putting his spoon back into the bowl. His brows furrow again as he considers his answer. "They don't have anyone for me," he says, plainly as one of his hands reaches into his pocket to hold at his lighter--to gasp it, for comfort, just to make sure it's still there. "To teach me," he clarifies, "Though, I wouldn't be surprised if they just didn't want to deal with me," he muses, a bit quieter, more to himself than to her. "I know I wouldn't want to," is all he says before he goes back to his food, back to pointedly looking anywhere but at her.[/div][/div]
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[erzulie]

Name | Babette Duprè
Location | Duprè’s Hair Salon Kitchen
Tags | Riley eggsaladsandwitch

“You’re welcome.” Babette didn’t understand why he avoided her gaze. It was adorable, he reminded her of a skittish kitten. A skittish kitten that could manipulate fire but a kitten nonetheless. Though now it was getting a little annoying. Babette didn’t think that she was that scary. She didn’t have a problem with people fearing her but she preferred giving them a valid reason to be afraid. Right now she wasn’t even trying to intimidate him. “You’re a real nervous thing huh? I won’t harm you, not unless you give me a reason to.” She stated. Babette began to eat her own gumbo.

She listened while he spoke about the other Exiles. Maybe they weren’t as close knit as she thought. But then again she was born the whole voodoo culture. Her mother and grandmother taught her all try knew and not to mention the high priestess. There was always someone to teach her and help understand her abilities. The Exiles seemed to either have a shortage of teachers or they were the type that kept to themselves even when dealing with their own. “It must suck for you then. I couldn’t imagine not being guided by a teacher or at least someone who’s like me.” She shook her head. “Maybe you’ll come across someone who can take you in. You should be careful though. There are people who would hurt you because you’re an Exile.” Babette figured that she might as well warn him since he was new. “It’s a shame though, if you were one of us you’d never be pushed off. We’re family and family sticks together baby.” Her tone was casual as she spoke. “But we wouldn’t want the other Exiles thinking that we stole you away, if they cared that is.”

“Not to mention it’s dangerous. With you bein’ untrained it could lead to a ton of problems.” Babette went back to eating her gumbo. Ever so often she look at Riley thoughtfully.

 

[Shagranoz]

Camille glared at the army of brats. "Yes, I get to pet the kitty. You don't. Why? Because I'm good friends with the owner, and quite frankly, you're scaring the daylights out of her. Now, leave her alone while she calms down." She put all the force into her voice she could- and more than a little magic as well. It wasn't enough to outright mind-control the kids, but they would feel an urge to step back a couple paces. Whether or not they did, well, that was their business.

Rima would hear Camille's voice in her mind, trying to settle the other witch. Look at it this way, Rima- you've got a ton of customers. Might even be able to open a second location with all that cash.

The Forgotten Host

 

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★ eden ★
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[/div][/div][div class=content][div class=scroll1]The girl smiles brightly at the potion master's response, taking it as an affirmation that it could be done. And not a moment too soon--she would need to be able to calm down and get some sleep so she didn't look like a hot mess for the upcoming ball, of course. At Margot's offer, Eden nods excitedly. "Oh, yes please! How kind of you," she responds pleasantly to her now gracious host. "With honey, please, if you have some?" She asks it tentatively, not wanting to impose upon the potions witch.

Her eyes flit around the shop, curious, and the settled back on the woman in front of her. "Oh!" She almost yells as she's hit with an idea. "I could read your cards in return from the tea if you'd like--" Eden pauses, frowning. "How silly of me, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Eden Ambrose, nice to meet you, your store is just lovely!" She reaches over the counter, holding out her hand for a handshake, her eyes intense in the best sort of way. [/div][/div]
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[eggsaladsandwitch]

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☣ riley ☣
[/div][div class=info style=display:none][div class=scroll2]location: betty's kitchen
mood: overwhelmed
mentions: erzulie
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She comments on his nervous demeanor, which only adds to his anxiety. "Sorry, I promise, it's not you," he mumbles into his gumbo, feeling a bit like he's being micro-analyzed. As he thought about it, he realized--this was probably the longest human interaction he'd had with someone in months, if you didn't count the ride he'd hitched from a truck driver to get here.

As she comments on how 'it must suck for him,' he can't help but let out a bitter laugh. "You know what? It does suck." Riley finishes his food, pushing the bowl slightly away from him on the counter, reaching to grab his backpack from the chair next to him. "Believe me," he starts, clearing his throat, "I wish I wasn't. Dangerous, that is." His backpack is slung over his shoulder once again, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his lighter and staring hard at it. "I wish I knew what I was doing."
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[erzulie]

Name | Babette Duprè
Location | Duprè’s Hair Salon Kitchen
Tags | Riley eggsaladsandwitch

Babette only waved at him dismissively when he apologized. She noted that he seemed to do it frequently. “Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to apologize.” She replied. Babette placed her arm on the island and rested her chin on her hand. She would admit that she was a little curious about the newcomer. It was like when one recieved a new toy or a new student at their school. Like her mother had said he could be used to their advantage, so it was best to behavior in a somewhat friendly way. Babette watched as he finished his bowl. She stood and grabbed it, along with her own, and put them in the sink. She’d wash them later on. Babette walked back around the island.


“There’s nothin’ wrong with bein’ dangerous, it’s can be all types of fun actually. You only need to learn how to control your level of danger first.” Babette crossed her arms over her chest. “You know, there’s a ball coming up. All of the covens join together in a show of unity or whatever. I think that’s it’s a bunch of bull honestly.” Babette shrugged her shoulder. “If you decide to join, maybe you can find a teacher. Now I don’t wanna keep you when you’re so keen on leaving right after. I’ll walk you to the door.” She stood and headed for the kitchen door.

 

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[eggsaladsandwitch]

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★ eden ★
[/div][div class=info style=display:none][div class=scroll2]location: margot's store
mood: awkward
mentions: immutableMirror
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[/div][/div][div class=content][div class=scroll1]Eden's smile turns strained as the other witch shakes her hand with little interest, not addressing anything else she had said. Internally, she chided herself. Perhaps she's just shy, Eden, best not to pry. She folded her hands together and gazes around the store idly as Margot prepares her tea, humming the same song she'd had stuck in her head all morning, but couldn't recall the name of.

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[eggsaladsandwitch]

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☣ riley ☣
[/div][div class=info style=display:none][div class=scroll2]location: betty's kitchen
mood: overwhelmed
mentions: erzulie
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Riley nods at her, following her to the door. He's a bit embarrassed that she points out his eagerness to leave, but doesn't say anything. Perhaps it is a bit odd to behave like a cornered animal in even the most friendly of circumstances. Either way, he exits the kitchen, looking back at her curiously. "A ball, " he repeats, "You mean, like a dance?" His voice is a bit incredulous as he asks. He can only imagine a bunch of ladies in dresses and pointy hats doing the Electric Slide.

"I dunno," he muses, considering it. She's right, it could he the perfect opportunity to find a teacher. "I don't really think they'd let me into something like that. I mean... Who wants to deal with," instead of words, he chooses to simply gesture to himself, as if that motion alone explained that he was, in fact, a right mess.

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[erzulie]

Name | Babette Duprè
Location |Outside Duprè’s Hair Salon
Tags | Riley eggsaladsandwitch

“Hm, no think of a masquerade but without the mask.” Babette thought back to the last few that she had gone to. When she was younger Babette was forced to attend by her mother and grandmother, she didn’t see the point in attending an event just to pretend to be cordial with people that she didn’t like of barely knew. Babette was all biting comments and sarcasm, she didn’t believe that she had it in her to pretend to be nice. Though as she grew older she began to realize the importance of the annual ball. She considered dressing up in beautiful gowns and getting her hair down a plus.

Babette escorted Riley to the front of the salon once again. There were less people now. The many chairs were filled with about three people that hadn’t been there before. Babette greeted them briefly, offering a quick smile and wave of her fingers. “All are welcome actually, well all magical folk that. And it’s best to at least try before givin’ up completely. Hell you just might find what and who you’re lookin’ for.” Babette stepped outside. When she caught Riley hand moments the young priestess raised a brow. She crossed her arms over her chest. “You are…really lackin’ in the self-esteem department. The way you’re speakin’ would make me think that you’re some type of pitiful excuse of a warlock. But I’m not one to judge without any proof or reason. So far you’re not the bad.” She shrugged her shoulders.


“If you want you could be my date. I have no one else to go with and I’ll count it as my good deed for the day.” Babette looked him over. A charming smile made its way onto her face. To her Riley was interesting, not astoundingly so but enough to pique her interest. “If we get you a nice suit and some sleep in you, you’d be a real beau. The decision is yours though, I wouldn’t force you to go if you really don’t want to. I just think that it’d be a waste and really stupid to miss such an opportunity.”

 

[eggsaladsandwitch]

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mood: overwhelmed
mentions: erzulie
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Pitiful... Well, she sure had that right. Riley couldn't help but feel pitiful, especially in this situation. He felt a bit like he was being taken in as a stray more than anything else. If only he didn't need money to survive, he wouldn't need to rely on other peoples' charity.

At her suggestion, he blinked at her in bewilderment. He kept waiting for her to say that she was joking, but the punchline never came. "Me?" he asks, pointing at himself in surprise, just to clarify that she wasn't, somehow, talking to someone else. This posed all sorts of interesting thoughts to pop up in his head, the most prevalent being: "I-I don't have the money for a suit." And he damn well wouldn't be accepting a handout for one. Plus, he'd probably look terrible in it, what with his lanky frame. This was a bad Idea. He kept telling himself that. But for some reason, he was hesitant to say it out loud. Perhaps he actually wanted to go?

No... Of course not...
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[erzulie]

Name | Babette Duprè
Location |Outside Duprè’s Hair Salon
Tags | Riley eggsaladsandwitch

Babette chuckled and made a show of looking around. She looked behind herself and then went on to look behind Riley. “Yes you, you’re the only other person standing in front of me. And last time I checked, this place isn’t haunted.” She stated. Was it really that shocking? Babette was beginning to believe that he’d been felt a seriously bad hand in life, it was becoming apparent that this lanky man had more issues than Vogue. “Now who said anything about money. I know someone who’d love to make a suit for you. It’s been too long for her and it’d be a nice change from dresses.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t think that I’m pityin’ you or anything. It’s been a while since anyone new popped up here and I’m a sucker for a nice face.” Babette was half serious and half joking. She crossed her arms over her chest. “The choice is yours of course. If you really don’t wanna go and find yourself a mentor that’s your business babe.”

 

[eggsaladsandwitch]

The lanky boy's eyebrows furrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest, considering her words carefully. She had literally just given him directions to a homeless shelter not moments before. He didn't really have a much better option but... It seemed too good. Almost as if she was playing a joke on him. He wasn't used to charity, after all, he was used to yelling. And anger. Not this... genuine openness. It would have been a nice change, if it didn't make him so uncomfortable.

"Okay," he finally agrees, letting out a sigh that sounds almost pained. Despite his solitary nature, if he stays on this lonely course, he'll just end up getting hurt. Or possibly even hurting someone else. And that's the last thing he wants, truly. "I'll go with you. If you'll have me."

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