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sup y’all. it seems like my internet is gonna be out until sunday instead of until tomorrow. ugh.
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okay so…my internet is apparently gonna be out for a week i am literally so fuckin pissed and i just wanted to stop by and let you all know.
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"Friedrick..." Celia's voice barely held back annoyance. "Give. Me. The cards." But the Raven perched in the tree above Celia seemed to caw in laughter, the Magician's deck of cards in his talons. Celia groaned, rubbing her temples. "You are the absolute worst friend!"
The next few minutes that would unfold were a blur in the most literal sense there could be. A time lapse that blurred coats into scarves, scarves into crows, cards into scarves, and the scarves back into the coats. Eli sat with a mixture of awe and an existentialist crisis. He clapped along, he ooh-ed and ahh-ed, and truly it was all well deserved. A performance of a life time, really. Celia had not been wrong to say that he should have found this tent, and when the illusionist looked up he had to hold back loud laughter. Naturally, naturally it’d be her.
{ Jesus Christ on a cracker am I even real? A better question would be: is she? }
The show ends with a wink, a sparking chair and an impressed smile from the Shadow. People began to make their way out of the tent that had apparently made its exit known with the disappearance of the illusionist but Eli found himself quite stationary. There was the odd glance from person to person, to the man still sitting in his chair as mystical eyed as the others but managing to stay stationary. When the majority had cleared out he wondered over to the infamous chair that had been a more important part of the show than the illusionist herself. He ran his fingers over the wood, the dry, ashen feeling of the singed chair. The sparks, where’d they come from? The everything, really. All of it. The whole show.
And where had she come from?
Too earthbound to be from heaven or hell or some other kind of creature. Her shadow, in their brief little meeting, had told him that much. He smiled as he put his hand on the back of the chair and tapped. He was waiting though, who really knew what for? Waiting for the chair to reveal its secrets. Waiting for the illusionist to come back to the scene of the crime. But waiting all the same.
Celia's shows were always short, yet longer than the audience realized when they emerged back into the thin glow of the Circus, all noise coming back as if the Illusionist's tent had been a world of its own: devoid of all sound, color, reality. But they were filing out now, back into the reality they had once been in. Then again...could you really consider the Circus any sort of reality?
Regardless, Celia was content with the show, glad she'd been able to make sure Eli knew it was her before the performance was over. Out of everyone in the tent, still wandering around the Circus, he would be the only one to realize the Illusionist was in fact a miss Celia Bowen. And only because he'd known her before, if only for a few moments. Everyone else would go about their evening, their lives, perhaps seeing Celia again somewhere but never knowing it was her.
To be honest, she wasn't sure if that was good or bad thing anymore.
She only lingered in the back for a few moments, manually changing clothes, though at such a fast pace it looked like an illusion in and of itself. But this one was just a slight of hand. Celia looked in the mirror, fixing her hair before she looked over at Friedrick, who gave a soft caw at her. "Well of course I'm going to feed you," she laughed--somewhat of a loud sound--as if she could understand the bird. Not that she thought anyone had remained inside the tent to hear her.
She quickly took care of that, scratching her raven under his chin before exiting behind a hidden flap in the side of the tent that led to the center. She was quiet though, and paused when she saw Eli was still there. Celia would be lying if she said she wasn't somewhat surprised.
"If you're here to ask me how the tricks were done, you're out of luck," she teased, stepping out of the shadow and over towards him.
“It was difficult not to,” the witch stated, offering a polite smile. There was not creature that would manage to enter her store without being noticed by the witch. When in such a sacred place, Wu was sure to keep her eyes wide open. And the shadow was not quite as discreet as it perhaps intended to be. “I see… Well, my offer still stands if you ever change your mind.” Personally, if Wu was ever to have a spirit follow her around she’d do everything to get it to go away. She knew better than to push her views on others, though. What is it really? The facade of mere esoteric shop served its purpose from time to time, yet she was always so glad when clients saw through it, noticed the heavy air of magic around them instead of the strong scent of incense. “A place where all can come to attain whatever they wish within reasonable limits and for a price, of course. Price that is rarely monetary.”
"He likes to think he's undetectable. I'm much to old to argue with him about it any longer though," she laughed lightly, glad the woman didn't seem to tense about her father being there. Not that Celia had made that much clear, but still. Most people would take one look at him, think ghost, and run the other way screaming. The Magician was sure that had happened at least twice, though she couldn't remember the events very clearly. Just something she wanted to push to the back of her mind. But she nodded her thanks then, appreciating it.
Celia's lips drew into a tight line then, though her face remained curious and pleasant. She hadn't expected an explanation like that, though...she hadn't really been sure what to expect. Regardless, she was soon smiling again. "From my experience, price is hardly ever monetary," Celia remarked, just a sprinkle of cynicism in her voice. It was almost impossible to be sure if the tone had actually been there though. "I'm Celia by the way. Forgive my rudeness."
Poppet sharply turns, catching the panther who falls forward to hug her. She laughs and the panther drops, setting herself down as Poppet stands on what appears to be a step. In the black and white, spotted floor the leopard is barely seen to even the most perceptible eyes. Poppet frowns as she stands on the large and sturdy creature, holding a hand out as a hoop is thrown to her from the side lines by a mysterious helping hand. T so called platform begins to rise to its full height, Garner looking up and seeming very unimpressed the cat tamer. Immaculate balance is exhibited by Poppet in this moment, as while the cat can hold her, their backs are by far one of the most delicate tight ropes to tread on (even with Poppet being as light and agile as she was).
And so the show begins.
It starts off fairly standard, and the standard moves quite quickly. Jumping through a hoop, performing basic commands. Then she begins to get them to ‘dance’ in a way that’s surprisingly steady for creatures not meant to be on their hind legs. The turning point is when she acquires two large black and white sheets and drapes them over each of the cats. People seem confused. Was this her bizarre end? Far from it, because then she strips it, pulling the large pieces of cloth forward and crossing them in a great distracting flourish, so that when the material has settled, the large animals have switched places — a trick designed to look like an illusion that she and Widget learned from Celia when she was younger and played with much smaller cats and much smaller sheets.
While the rest of the audience seemed to have lost sight of the cat, Celia could pick out the creature in a matter of seconds. Not that she was necessarily trying to, it was mostly force of habit and how perceptive she'd been trained to be over the years. Though whether it took away from Poppet's trick or not remained to be seen, and Celia wasn't going to let on either way. The Magician wasn't the best liar, but she could be rather secretive when she wanted to be. That hadn't been part of her training though. That was something she'd inherited from Hector.
Regardless, the show went on, and Celia drew herself from her thoughts to smile at how the panther looked rather annoyed by Poppet standing on its back. Or maybe it was annoyance at the audience. Cats were rather proud creatures, weren't they?
The 'dancing' the panthers do is rather charming, keeping the audience at the edge of their seats. In a way, Celia finds it beautiful. All lithe movements and black silk fur rippling over young but ferocious muscles. And then there's the sheets, and the smile on Celia's face transforms from charmingly satisfied to devilishly amused. Somewhat proud even. The audience is caught completely off guard, but they're all clapping, and Celia does the same. "Well done, Poppet. Well done," she murmurs to herself.
What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
O’Farrell, Maggie. After You’d Gone. (via wordsnquotes)
She smiles, because that’s it, almost exactly it. When someone wanders into the Shop—when they haven’t been looking for it, when they aren’t desperate or afraid or in pain, when they’ve just been wandering and stumbled across the door—there’s a kind of wonder as they puzzle over the presence of a place that wasn’t there the day before. Maybe the door shows up in place of their shortcut home, maybe it appears along a street they walk down, maybe they looked away for a moment and when they looked back it is there, squeezed neatly between two buildings that just before were side-by-side. Whether they bend over backwards at the impossibility of it, or just accept it—she can see that in their eyes it is special simply because it is far, far out of their idea of ordinary. “—Really?” she says, delighted. “It’s never done that before—I’ll have to have a look around, later today.” It’s always fun to see a new city when the doors move, but Paris is bound to be especially lovely to explore. “Is your circus there?”
Celia smiled wide. She'd been to Paris several times in her life, always for the sake of the Circus. Those early years were spent mostly being dragged around by her father, but once the Challenge was over, it was just Celia, traveling around, following the Circus she was no longer permanently tethered to. But even with the lack of a tether, Celia knew she never be completely away from it. She'd spent a great deal of time avoiding the Circus afterwards. But now, having enough time to settle old demons, she liked being around it again, if only for the sake of dreary nostalgia and frost-coated memories.
"It's lovely, I assure you. And try the food too, at an actual cafe. Those are always much better than heading directly for the tourist-trap kinds of places," the Magician smiled, and then smiled wider. "Not yet. I seem to always find myself a few days ahead of it but...it will be. Probably in another day or two."
okay so i have one reply to do for wasntthereyesterday and a starter to do for fossegrim. i'll get to those sometime next week probably, or later this weekend if i have time. and if i owe you, please let me know!
in any case, this is my weekly check in and i have one thing to say: ONE MORE FUCKING WEEK AND THEN I'M FREE
then i'll be back permanently :3 or at least until school starts again in the fall.
as always, i hope everyone is doing well on their finals and life and stuff :3 angie out~
motherhuggers i'm not dead stop unfollowing me
i mean, hello there all. been dealing with finals and things, so that's why i haven't been on much. this blog is on SEMI-HIATUS for now a little while and i probably should've mentioned that earlier oh well. if i've missed anything let me know, and while the side bar says i'm offline, i'll be online for basically the rest of the night.
on a side note, i guess everyone's been busy with school and stuff? cuz i haven't had like...very many replies to do the last few weeks. it's weird. BUT I REALLY HOPE EVERYONE IS DOING ALRIGHT :D
Madeleine sensed a story, but let it go. Something in her warmed as she watched the woman’s reaction to the shop’s history. She loved this place, loved it from the windows that always held reflections from somewhere else to the workshop at the very back, loved the absurd twists of space and the teetering stacks of strange and lovely objects on the shelves, had loved it since the early days of experimenting and laying magic from room to room and discovering that there was a touch of magic already here. Celia’s reply sparked her curiosity as well as a sense of similarity. "There’s something lovely about places magical and unpredictably mobile," she mused. "The surprise is part of it, I think." As nice as it might be to be sure, when she stepped through the front door, that she would arrive somewhere where she didn’t have to wander in search of groceries, she still thought it was a small price to pay. "Where were you, before you came through the door?" she asked curiously. This circus sounded exactly the right sort of interesting.
Madeleine's remark made Celia both surprised as well as somewhat comforted in that someone shared her ideal, even if they were connected to entirely separate entities. The circus was nothing but magic, comprised of two opponents whose fate had been to build and create and love and battle against destiny until...her thoughts paused there, not daring to venture further down memory lane. There was too much to bear in Celia's memories, things she didn't want to deal with at that moment. Maybe even ever. So she just smiled, nodding lightly, hoping her eyes didn't give away the sharp nostalgia. "There's a sort of amusing beauty in catching people off guard. Like you can bring people a world they would otherwise never encounter. Sharing a part of yourself, I suppose," the magician offered, sighing with a grin before her head tilted a bit. "Oh uhm..." it took her a moment, as Celia did so much traveling, "Paris, I believe. If it hadn't been for the surprise of the shop, I would've started off in French," she replied with a light laugh.
"Yes, yes, it’s something that’s very well within the cultural consciousness." But I still hate it, was the unspoken coda. It was elitist, yes, and a little dickish of her, but nobody would accuse Velia of perfection.
Considering her fate was not something the haruspex was fond of. It was easier to simply be an autonomous agent than a true arbiter of self. “I was not exactly offered a choice. Were I to strip my veins of godly blood, there would be none left to power my heart.” A moment, and then another, spent in quiet reflection, then: “but it is not so terrible. Have you ever wanted to discuss literature with long-dead authors? Ever pondered feebly how Plato, or Socrates, would react to more modern philosophy?” Aristotle liked Foucault, but Democritus was unnecessarily smug about coming up with the concept of atoms.
"It’s a trade-off. As with many things in life." It came off a little harsh, and she sighed. "Sorry. That was unfair."
Celia simply nodded at this new information, eyes appearing much older than they did a moment before, knowing what it felt like not to have a choice in something. Her entire childhood and early adult life had been that way, playing her part in the Challenge to please her father. The magician didn't say as much though, but she really did understanding being bound to something.
Velia's proceeding questions made Celia's head tilt just a little bit. She's pondered such things before, but only in theory. "I suppose they'd lose their minds at the sight of things," she offered a small smile. "I know I would. But I suppose my opinion doesn't count. I'm no philosopher, and I've been able to see the world change," she shrugged a bit, not realizing she had let slide a bit of information to suggest that she was older than she looked. Not that it bothered her much if Velia knew. The two of them were set apart from normal circumstances, whether they liked it or not.
"No, don't apologize. Everything has the potential to be a double-edged sword. Whether we're hit with one side or the other isn't always in our control. But we can still choose to see the good in our situations," she offered.
He wandered down the track forged by many curious feet as he looked for the tent he was after, bumping into a few others and promptly apologising, smiling at the children who stared at his feet and noticed he had now shadow of his own and he simply gave a little wink and with one finger pressed to his lips told them to shh. Kids were always the downfall to staying hidden. They noticed everything. It was a good thing the vast majority of them had imaginations, and most of this would be registered in their memories as dreams anyway so why not join the fun?
That was when he saw it, a shining call to a particular tent that many others filed into also. As he stepped through the entrance he kept his eye out for Celia, wondering if she’d be here too among the crowds despite travelling a different way. But no singular brunette caught his eye which was a shame for the moment; only the enticing call of Feats of Illustrious Illusion was holding his attention.
Eli followed everyone as they took a seat, finding himself somewhere in the middle of the rows, comfortably seated with a decent view of the stage and full of anticipation. There’s murmurs flying around the tent as it locks them in, and Eli smiles at it all. The word magical fluttered through his head once more, and he didn’t question the term in the slightest.
A light shines on the stage and his icy eyes lit up curiously, awaiting for the show to begin.
Celia was gone in a flash, though the people sitting around her probably hadn't noticed her presence to begin with. Regardless, the chair she was sitting in suddenly burst into flame, causing people to gasp or scream, and several even tried to rush to the exit to discover that it was...gone.
The fire rose higher and higher and higher, never growing out towards the audience, and then...it popped and faded back into the chair. There were burn marks in the wood, but nothing else. Of course, everyone's attention was suddenly drawn to the front where a woman now stood, head tilted so her top hat shrouded her face.
All that could be seen was a thin smile.
The woman suddenly removed her coat, letting the splendor that was her tight, black and white gown really catch in the light. Suddenly, she spun the coat around, and it became a thin, black silk scarf. It seemed each trick would be like this, one blending into the next as her hands moved again to throw the scarf up into the air. It came back down in the cawing, swooping figure of a huge black crow, which went over to perch on the chair that had been on fire.
Now Celia looked up.
There were suddenly cards in her hand, and she tossed them up into the air where the came back slower than should have been possible, in a neat line, right back into her hand. She splayed them out, showing the shimmering silver faces to the audience, then pressed them back together. Another flip of her hand and the cards were splayed again, all blank and black before she tossed them to the chair. They landed, suddenly the black scarf again while the audience looked on in wonder, never having a chance to even clap.
The raven picked the scarf up in its beak, flying over to give it to The Illusionist as it landed on her shoulder. She smiled, throwing the scarf up and the raven suddenly disappeared from her shoulder. Another toss and it was her coat again, which she slipped back over her shoulders. And with a wink towards one particular member of the audience, the chair shook, sparking, and then she was gone when the audience looked away from the chair back to the stage.
The show had ended for now.
Hades was usually keen on keeping himself isolated even when amongst a crowd. The god could enjoy the scenery social beings could provide with their laughter and chatter, yet he wished not to be a part of it. Mostly, he simply wanted to have a change in his routine when he decided to visit above. The atmosphere of his realm at times tired him and such ‘escapades’ were only necessary.
He had expected exactly what he saw at the marketplace. Yet, there was an odd element around, something close to sorcery happening on the common looking setting. It was only natural that he searched for a source. Eyes scanning his surroundings, he finally found her. He suddenly was the focus of her powers, but — clearly — he remained unfazed. Gaze steady on the woman, he approached her with tranquil, light steps. Tall as he was, the gracefulness of his movements could cause certain uneasiness to some. “That won’t work on me, I’m afraid,” he stated with arch of eyebrows. “What were you trying to do, may I ask?”
It occurred to Celia that disappearing would be a good idea before she got herself into any trouble. Not really disappearing, but just getting out of there before she drew more attention to herself. Of course...that seemed a bit of a stupid idea, and one that she had hesitated on doing for a second too long, before now the man was walking towards her. The woman turned her head away, pretending she was suddenly busy looking through the old books in front of her. There was something so...other about the man. She could sense it without even looking at him. And when he spoke, that sense of other, of cold and heaviness was there too.
She blinked then, looking up with a small frown. "I meant no harm, if that's what you mean," Celia remarked, setting down the book in her hand with a small sigh as she picked up another. "I was simply trying to go around unnoticed. I can see now that's easier said than done," she looked back up at him, "but I promise I meant no harm. I doubt I could harm you. You're...different than the people I usually encounter," the magician spoke plainly.
