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-- closed;; @ofdeathwiishes Where: Grey Path Underneath the soil, you will find your escape. Fail to do so and the water will take shape; growing, consuming, taking up every inch of space.
Petra was no stranger to horrible things. She had committed horrible acts against witches - but as she stepped through the doorway and into the bloody grey horizon, dread fell over her skin like a weighted blanket. When the voice fell silent, and the first victim of the beast was pulled beneath the bright red ichor, she felt terror for the first time in decades. Arms crossed over her chest as the first pad was revealed - and she looked around at the unfamiliar faces, concealing her terror with a mask of indifference. She was not going to show vulnerability. For all her years searching the beaches for trinkets, she never once leapt into the water. A fear of drowning that had manifested in her time as a prisoner of the witch who'd taken her wings. He'd particularly enjoyed holding her beneath water to see what kind of magic she'd display to get out of it. This was a special kind of hell. Fingers tightened in her long sleeves as she stepped forward, examining the plates quietly. While some of the crowd panicked, others seemed to be doing the same - one stood out to her. The woman sitting in the sand, drawing shapes. Petra waited for a bit, churning over the puzzle presented. Listening to the others as they offered ideas - annoyed at those who didn't speak at all. Finally, after weighing the options she had available, she took a seat beside Cait. She didn't bother to introduce herself. "Maybe it's a mirror," she said, as she drew out the letters on the sand beside the ones Cait had already done. "We could try it backward?"
"So?" Akemi asked, as if she didn't just reveal something fascinating. In his opinion, certain things should be kept in the past. Trinkets and letters served no purpose to him in the present. Not unless they were books revolving around darker spells or runes that he could learn from. Which, he hadn't found anything of the sort in decades. "I suppose if it interests you, then I should respect it." At the very least. "As long as it doesn't distract you from important business that we have."
"Mainly." Akemi nodded. "And to discuss a current... snag, of sorts." It was nothing he couldn't fix himself, of course. But he tended to keep his followers informed. Especially the ones he trusted the most. "The humans in the Refuge are not following through with their end of the deal that we've made."
"As if anything could distract me from our mission," Petra's quick reply was a bit sharper than she intended, but the message was the same. It was an almost constant beating thing in the forefront of her mind. She lived the scars of her encounters with witches. "How could I forget." She replaced the pearls as he spoke, brow popping in curiosity. A diminished hum left her lips as she turned back to him with arms crossed over her chest. Hunting humans had been fun for some of her family - but she never saw the benefit in it. "I don't like to assume what you need me to do about this. However, I imagine it is something along the lines of sending them a message?"
Pom was hoping the ward worked, being a witch secretly often meant masking her own energy. Very basic but major naturalist magic to protect herself. Hence her being sorta grateful as she was partially blind. Its usually gives off less attention.
Pom followed the instructions her cane tapping so delicately against the polished floor. She felt the place must be so beautiful. There was a grateful smile hearing the options. There was a nod. "Do you mind if I feel the fire opal?" She asked. "And maybe get the black opal after?"
As Pom approached, Petra relaxed a little. There was nothing to pique her interest that made her any sort of suspicious about the woman. Despite it though, she was always a little guarded for her own safety and sometimes, though rarely, those around her. "Of course. While you look at the fire, I'll search for the black opal." Then began the rummaging through her stashes - into the backroom she whisked away. Through curio cabinets and crates until she found a small satchel containing the pieces she had mentioned. Upon re-entry into the main room of the shop, she announced that she'd found them, placing them in between the bowls for Pom to handle.
Stepping inside the little shop, Calixte removed the sunglasses that were perched on his nose and glanced around with icy blue eyes. With a calculated look he mentally took note of what was being stocked and offered to sell and if it was any importance to him. So far he hadn't seen much that impressed him but still perhaps this fae could indeed help him with what he was looking for.
The vampire didn't speak, didn't offer to answer the girl's question until he was standing just a few feet away. He could smell the sweet intoxicating scent of her blood that pulsated through her veins but lucky for the shopkeeper he had already fed that morning. No, blood was not why he was here today.
"Bonjour, Miss Petra, correct?" Tugging his lip up in a small smile he nodded his head once. "I do indeed thing you can help me find something today. You see I am looking for a very old, very precious piece of jewelry of mine from long ago. Do you think you could help me?"
"Bonjour," she nodded in response to his question, "Mister..?" The appearance of a vampire inside of her shop was not rare but it made her uncomfortable none-the-less. Nothing about this one made her particularly squeamish, but she remained guarded all the same. Customer service air aside, her hand found the blade at her hip just in case. "Oh?" She sat up a little straighter, pulled a pad from her drawer with a rather old quill and ink. "Could you describe it for me?"
Belgr loved anything that made his existence easier; convenience was king. The fact that he didn't have to search for such items that were lost or forgotten himself was beautiful. It was why he made such a trip to quaint little shops like this, remembering their inventory so that he could save himself time with what he had seen before. "I'm looking for what's new or what you have yet to show me Petra." His motives for looking were either to find something new for the vault or technology that would bring this world back to the age of consumerism.
"Belgr," she grinned, "welcome." It had been a few months since she'd seen him, but she appreciated his patronage - despite his species. There had been moments during his visits to her shop that he left her feeling a little drained but it was the price of dealing with soul eaters. He paid well, and that was what mattered. Her teeth caught the inside of her cheek before she lifted the set of earrings out from her pocket. They weren't quite ready yet, she felt, but if he liked them, he was more than welcome. Repeat customers always got the first choice in her opinion. "I found these last night," they were carefully set in front of him, "and," she paused as she pulled out a rather errant drawer from her desk to lift a small chest from it's depths. "I need to get it cleaned up and polished a bit more, but I think the filigree in it is salvageable. I haven't had time to pick the lock to see what might be inside."
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Clay looked her over, eyes dragging over her frame, assessing, as he cleaned his blade on the dead vampire's clothes before sheathing it away once more. He hadn't even noticed the blood on his face until she pointed it out, reaching up to drag his fingers through it, revealing tacky red tips. "Not all mine." He said before looking back down at the decapitated corpse.
Internally Clay debated on the cleanup, did he display this one like he usually did. Crucified and strung up as a warning to other vampires. Fear the Cross. Step out of line and meet the same fate. Or did he simply burn them.
Deciding on the latter for simplicity, Clay pulled a small packet of lighter fluid from his pocket, dumped a decent amount over the vampire's corpse and lit a match, watching it all go up in flames. "Surprised to see a fae around here, especially at night." He commented idly, turning amber eyes back onto her.
Never had an assessment made her so hyper aware. It was like being scrutinized by a well-respected leader - and finding that you are actually afraid of failing. She swallowed, a little puff of breath escaping as he turned away. She continued to watch curiously, stepping back a few feet when the flames shot upward from the accelerant. The stink of lighter fluid was drowned by the burning flesh and she thought idly that it smelled like burning roast. "I didn't ask who the blood belonged to," she plucked a small square of cloth from the folds inside of her outfit - a makeshift handkerchief that she'd sewn together a few weeks prior. Black on one side, deep navy on the other - to conceal blood more easily. She held it out to him expectantly, "you can keep it. I have a stack at home." The funny thing about losing her wings was that it didn't feel like she was a fae any more. Even though her blood was pure, and her magic still worked - she still felt...stripped. Not that he could know that or she would voice that to anyone other than Akemi. "I'm tracking a witch who came through here. You didn't happen to notice anyone amidst your...fight, did you?"
Akemi wasn't one to own many possessions. Other than his weapons and clothing, he truly didn't have much of any value. He prided himself on not being bogged down by materialistic possessions. He saw no point in them, really. And every time he entered Petra's business, he was reminded of how annoying some of the items that life offered could be.
"Don't you know me better than that, Petra?" His eyes flashed with curiosity as he glanced towards her. She might have assumed he was just a regular customer. He was dressed differently today -- jeans and a black t-shirt. No kimono in sight. "I still don't understand your fascination with... things." His fingers brushed over a gold sculpture of some elephant. Why anyone would create such a thing was beyond him.
Akemi's presence had always had a way of swallowing a room. She didn't flinch at him though - instead, smirked and rolled her eyes. The judgement he passed on materialistic possessions was old hat, but she took it in stride. "I've told you," she moved off the seat and reached for necklace that she'd found a few months prior, gathering the pearls in her palm. "They hold memories of the past. It's not just shiny stuff. I found this tucked into a small carved box beneath a broken bed. There was a letter in it but it wasn't written in ink so the words had faded over time. I like to think this was a gift to someone special from their partner, friend, family member - something nice they could wear. It feels like joy when I touch it. If you can't connect with that well," she shrugged and tucked it back into it's spot next to earrings that almost perfectly matched the necklace.
"Did you just come to say hello?"
There was a glint quietly in her eyes. It was that time to gather the things she needed. She was a naturalist after all. Still it was a big challenge, being able to see the potential of the treasures.
Pom finally stepped forward, the cane in hand. There was a slight smile. She knew what she wanted, but she also needed to act as human as possible. There was a heart melting smile.
"Do you anything with Opal-" She asked quietly. "It's for my birthday." And to charge her powers but the other didn't need to know that.
The shock of a human wandering into her shop wore off rather quickly. Her clientele often consisted of fae who were brave enough to associate with the disgraced Castle daughter. Of which there were about... three. The bright smile was met with one of her own and she hopped off her stool to come around the desk.
"Yes, actually! Here let me get them for you." She had a variety of shiny stones that she'd gathered over the years, all settled in little wicker bowls that she'd woven by hand. Plucking up two of the small bowls, she brought them over to the desk to set them down. "If you take five steps forward, you'll be at the desk. I've set it so there bowls are directly in front of you. On the left I have fire opal and the right white opal. I do have a couple of black opal pieces somewhere but I would need time to look for them.."
location: the darklands
open/closed: open to all
Another night, another hunt. But they all ended the same. Bloody. It seemed the other vampire had made the poor decision to step out of line one too many times, or he'd made the mistake to get himself onto Clay's radar in a bad way - it really depended on the perspective. But either way, he was dead, blood soaking the hunter's hands and blade, his head a few feet from his body. The other vampire had gotten a few good licks in during their fight, tried to tear a chunk out of Clay's throat, not that it had done anything to slow him down, the wound already closing. He glanced up from the corpse when he heard approaching footsteps, having been debating whether he clean up or leave the body as another warning to others who might find themselves in the hunter's crosshairs. "The darklands ain't safe for most after sunset."
Petra prided herself on her ability to exist within shadow. Unseen, unheard. The silent observer. It had been ingrained in her from childhood. Seen and not heard. The household had always been cast in shadow and silence. She'd been on assignment, monitoring a witch who'd made it their personal goal to eradicate any species they came across - and she'd tracked them into the Darklands. She'd lost her not long after, and instead, found herself here. Watching a vampire annihilate another. Announcing her presence had been a matter of choice, and she slipped out from behind a damaged pillar, head cocked curiously to the side. Pulling down the covering over her mouth, she sized up the hunter. Brow perked, she smiled softly at him.
"Need some help with the blood on your face?"
Where: Collector's Quarters Who: Open to all
Muttering softly to herself, Petra rearranged the new trinkets with a scrutiny to rival royalty. Certain pieces did not work well together, and for the life of her, she could not figure out where to place the set of earrings she'd happened across while scouting the night before. They were a lovely little ruby and tarnished silver dangle. She'd spent ages cleaning away the years of neglect and sea remnants off them.
With a frustrated sigh, she moved away from the curio cabinet - which had seen better days - half the glass panels were missing but at least that made it easier to reach in for the items - and settled at her rather cluttered counter. The tinkle of her shop bell drew her attention, and she squirreled away the earrings, smiling brightly at her customer. "Good afternoon! Anything you're looking for in particular?"
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