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"Money is perfect for me," Tristan replied, his sly smile still on his face, "About 40 per vile should be enough to cover my expenses for the moment. I can come back with more if you’re still interested, though I doubt you have many buyers of werewolf blood if you don’t cater to potions." Just having money for the moment would be enough for him. He had enough people to buy his blood in the local witch and vampire population that he didn’t need to rely on selling his blood here of all places. He just needed the money at the moment and didn’t have the time to go out and find his own buyers. Besides, he was curious as to how legitimate this place had been. She seemed well versed in what she was doing, at least. He would hate to kill a human like her, but sometimes things just had to be done.

"Oh, some of it may be enchanted. I don’t think most of it is, though. I really am not familiar with witch things, you see, I’m not a witch myself. I just know some witches, and if you’re not interested, they may buy from me." He paused. "I’ll be honest with you, my dear. I just wanted to see how legitimate you were in your dealings. Not that the offer doesn’t stand still, if you’re interested in buying from me. I can use the money, as I believe I said before, but I’m also satisfied with my findings here. You seem to know what you’re talking about, which is unusual for a…human, even around these parts."

He tried to keep her interested in him, hoping that the curiosity he brought upon her would be key to tricking her back to his place to kill her. He would keep her for a while first, though, just to play with her and see how badly he could scare her. She needed to know that the magical side of things was quite dangerous and humans shouldn’t be playing around with magic.

the-lady-lavender

There was a quick breath of relief from Lavender before she responded “That’s perfect,” she smiled. Reaching into the cash register she pulled out the stack of twenties that sat neatly organized in their slot. “So you have… six vials?” she asked, quickly dividing the money with her dexterous hands and handing him the quaint stack of bills. In the next breath she added “Partially… there’s more you can do with blood than just make potions with them… I am interested in buying more from you at a later point in time…”

A curt smile formed on her lips, she knew he wasn’t a witch, he didn’t need to tell her that. “I could tell,” she remarked, not particularly bothering to respond to his musing that witches would just buy what he had anyway. In the back of her mind, she lauded herself for having such rare and valuable instruments that were readily available for witches. While they weren’t all acquired legally, she could still profess with a clear conscious that what she was selling was high quality. What this man spoke of seemed too vague to be of that much quality, but Lavender didn’t mention any of that to him.

“Oh?” she tilted her head with a perplexed gaze “Just to see if I was legitimate? Well… I do know what I’m selling—I wouldn’t sell it if I didn’t know what I was dealing with.” Lavender sighed and gave him a soft smile “I may be a human but I’m not from around these parts,” she informed him “I’ve dealt with these things all my life… I’m not in the dark about the world of the supernatural and paranormal.”

The quip of implying her ignorance because of her humanity bit at her, but she brushed it off. The man had made it more than apparent now that he wasn’t human himself, and she wondered exactly what kind of creature she was bartering with. “I’m curious…” she began “If you’re not a witch, then what are you? Humans don't usually just have werewolf blood and magical instruments to sell..."

#c:tristan #tristan #c

the-lady-lavender

the bargain // lavender & lydia

lydiaxdimir

Lavender was tense in her seat, Lydia could tell. The woman was stiff in her presence, and that gave Lydia’s dark heart a leap of joy. She had power over her, not just magic, and Lavender knew that she would have to watch her step with the raven haired witch. Lydia’s posture, however, was much more relaxed but just as prim and proper. It was only natural for a sheep to be apprehensive in the presence of a wolf, and their body language obviously projected forth the power play of the situation.

Lydia’s eyes never left Lavender’s as the other woman spoke. It was to obviously be polite, but also to unsettle her as well. Her eyes and her smile were both useful components in creating the façade Lydia constantly used. So she smiled as Lavender finished speaking. “A few werewolves you say? Is there anything about the local pack that I should know of?” Werewolves had always interested Lydia, more so than the other species at least. “Yes, that does sound good, Lavender. Keep your ear to the ground, and if there is any danger to me and my brethren, I want you to report it to me immediately. I’ll let you know that you’ll be greatly appreciated. The strength of will is always one of my most favored traits.”

Eyeing the pouch on her desk, a perfectly manicured hand reached out and grabbed it. The rings were heavy in her hand; the metal at least felt authentic enough. “Gaulish druids you say? And how have these talismans managed to get in your possession?” She feigned a bored expression, only to unsettle the woman even more as she played around with the rings. “I’m sure you already know that you have to prove the validity of your claims in some way or another… and luck is such an abstract concept in general.” She even put on one of the rings, merely to see how it looked for aesthetic reasons. “You know what this means, right Lavender?” There was a small glint in her eyes. “Before I even bother to touch my grimoire for your benefit, there’ll have to be some tests.”

the-lady-lavender

While Lavender tried best she could to keep herself balanced between relaxed and professional, her tendency to purse her lips while Lydia spoke fell through. She was unnerved sitting in front of the witch, and the more questions Lydia asked the more Lavender felt herself become frayed by their interaction. There was nothing to hide, well, besides Lavender’s ill intentions of greed, which had pestered her before the interview. She wasn’t guilty of anything, yet, but Lydia’s demeanor had thrown her off well enough for her to start questioning it.

She cleared her throat, trying to keep herself composed. For what she was faced against she was doing a rather good job keeping herself together, but she didn’t know how long her endurance would last if Lydia’s inquiries continued indefinitely. “There’s one that’s keen on selling me werewolf blood, and he has sold me a few vials…” she mentioned, her eyes wandering away from the witch as she tried to recall any other memorable encounters “Other than that, there hasn’t been anything else worth mentioning.”

Upon being praised, Lavender’s gaze immediately returned to Lydia, and she couldn’t help but feel bashful in the face of helping the witch. There was a curt smile that she tried her best to keep professional as she spoke “Yes, well… I don’t believe that the supernatural should be hunted like they are… I wish to be an ally to them if I can.” It was a half-lie, as Lavender knew well enough that such creatures such a demons and necromancers existed, but until any other creature had proven its evil nature, Lavender assumed innocence.

“How they managed to get into my possession?” she echoed, unsure of how to answer the question “They were… they’ve been in my family’s possession for quite a long time now, generations perhaps?” Lavender swallowed as Lydia continued, still not grasping what exactly the witch was asking of her. “Tests? What sort of tests do you mean?” she asked with a concerned look, she had no idea what the witch had in store for her.

#the bargain #lydia #p

boywonder--grayson-deactivated2

Again, nothing too eventful happening today. He didn’t have a shift at work today. And as much as he loves the things in his room, his laptop and comic books and video games and movies and shows that he had for his beloved heroes and his cat, the idea of staying at home alone while dad was at work today didn’t sit well with him. Since — well, there was so much a boy could do before he got a little tired of the repetition of a (somewhat) average life, doing pretty much the same thing over and over again (whenever he wasn’t out and about.

So, it was another day in town roaming around the streets, most likely opting to spend some time at Capes & Collectables for possibly seeing if they have anything new that he could indulge himself with as he passed by familiar shop after shop ——

Lvender’s Scents and Crystals.

——- woah, he didn’t remember seeing this one before. This memory of ever seeing this shop was not sinking in at all when his eyes caught a glance of it from the corner, giving him all the more reasons to stop in his walk. Grayson just stood there for moment, taking in the storefront. From the looks of what he perceived from it, his curiosity was demanding him to check the place out, his mind wondering what a place like this sold on its shelves. With no other way to get the answers for the questions in his head, the boy went through those glass doors —- only to be overwhelmed by curiosity and wonder like no other the moment he was surrounded by the merchandise.

Crystals and neat looking objects — really neat looking objects that he was honestly to afraid to fill his need of his current feelings, feeling like one slight wrong move and something was bound to break as he walked past displays and shelving and storage that held loads of these items. Only having the thought of this being an entirely new store that he hasn’t seen before confirmed while he eyed in awe at everything in here —

”Hi. Do you need any help?”

— before his blue eyes were caught in the eyes of most likely the shopkeeper, a woman who looked a few years older than him behind the counter. Knowing that she was just merely doing her job, his gaze never left their spot as a smile was shown when he answered her question.

“Erh, no. Not really. I’m just looking around to be honest — first time seeing the shop, couldn’t help but to check it out ."

the-lady-lavender

A warm smile grew on Lavender’s lips as she shifted in her chair. It was always nice to have someone come in because they were genuinely curious about her shop and the wares she sold. The way the man had said it too, couldn’t help but to check it out… Lavender felt a twinge of accomplishment billow inside her. It might have been an innocuous comment, but she was still just ever so slightly delighted by it. It didn’t take much to get Lavender in such a content mood, especially with a sudden conversation that was preceded by hours of listlessness.

Leaning forward she rested her head on her hand, gazing at the man who had entered her store. “Really? Well… if you have any questions feel free to ask… about any of this,” she motioned around the store with her free hand “Unless you’re looking for something specific, I can help with that, too.”

Her stress on the word specific wasn’t too intentional, but she figured she might as well try to entice some people if they were adept enough to grasp the magical instruments she was selling. Almost every other person who walked in had a twinge of non-human energy to them, witches and non-witches alike.

#c:grayson #grayson #c #//omg sorry if this is late and short #// i didn't even see this until today //sob

river-castillo

River took a small step closer to the building, bending down to touch some of the wood. She heard the faint whispers of ghosts, but she couldn’t make out any words. She turned her head to the side, trying to find the source of the sound so she could hear more. “Nothing,” she muttered, standing up straight. She frowned, wondering if this case would be a dead end. She turned to face the woman, listening to what she had to say. “That is a very nice thing to do,” River said with a light nod. She knew that the ghosts and spirits loved to have those sorts of offerings. Although, there were some more malevolent ghosts that were just angered by it because it reminds them of what they had lost when they died.

"Some souls are trapped until someone can bring them closure," River said, staring at the ground. She ran a hand through her hair. The voices weren’t saying anything anymore. Where did they go? "There’s something weird about this woman," Ash said, suddenly appearing next to her. She walked around the stranger, examining her. For Ash, it was the perk of being a ghost. She could be nosy without anyone noticing her. River let out a sigh, seeing this trip as a dead end. Perhaps her talking to this stranger was driving the ghosts away.

the-lady-lavender

"You think so?" Lavender let her gaze wander back over the ruin, a small sigh escaping her as she reached up to brush her cheek. She didn't possess the power to impose her will over the dead, she could only sense faint whispers here and there. Generally, it was only energy she felt, and she knew that her offerings weren't merely enough to cleanse such bitter energies, but she could try, in the little ways that she could.

"... Is that the problem with this place?" she asked, tilting her head to the side "There's a lot of negative energy here-- I don't know if that has something to do with a spirit or something else..." Sliding her hand through her hair she continued "I don't know what else could cause such energies besides a discontented spirit... but this town is very strange."

#c:river #river #c

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norah-adelman-deactivated201407

"I guess you could say there’s a fair amount of buyers for houses in the Cottages, yes. Some people like the quiet, they prefer being alone. Others are just there for the luxurious vegetation." Norah felt a little like she was just reciting a selling speech but she was speaking the truth and besides the woman didn’t seem to approach the subject in a casual manner, she acted like a potential client and Norah felt the urge to hand her, her business card, figuring she would once they’d at least exchange names.

the-lady-lavender

"That makes sense. Different strokes for different folks, as always." Lavender smiled softly at her own quip, a hand raising up to brush the side of her lips before she continued the conversation. "I suppose it's a bit too luxurious for me personally... must be fun designing for those cute houses though, right?" she inquired, leaning her head delicately on to her hand. She imagined briefly what those homes must look like based on the designer's sketches. Certainly not all of them were all that well decorated, but the idea of a quaint house surrounded by the forest was enticing to play with.

#c:norah #norah #c

river-castillo

River examined the ruins, wondering if someone had intended to set the fire. They said it was just a malfunction of electric currents, but she didn’t take that lightly. Someone was dead and they weren’t talking to her. River turned towards the woman who spoke. She stood tall, almost gracefully. She seemed to have come here with a mission. River watched as the woman adjusted her shawl and satchel. “I am not entirely sure. But they said that there was a fire due to a malfunction in some electric wires. They say there there was no initial evidence of tampering so there will not be an investigation.

River turned her head to look at her ghostly friend. Ash walked back and forth, her hand on her chin. “Okay, so, whenever this kind of thing happens on tv and the authorities investigate, that usually means someone messed with it, yeah?” She turned her eyes up at River. “I’ll go check it out and talk to you later about it. Try not to look too weird in front of her.” She nodded towards Lavender. “She’s hot,” Ash mouthed before turning into a thin mist. River rolled her eyes as Ash left them. “What is it that brings you to this clinic?” She fiddled with some pieces of paper in her hands. All she could hope was that some ghosts would start approaching her sooner or later.

the-lady-lavender

“Oh…” Lavender sighed “That’s terrible.”

She was genuine in her sorrow, glancing around the charred rubble that laid before them. The energy she felt from this place was negative through and through, and honestly, she wished to just get her ceremony done and over with. She was unaware that the energy she felt was partially contributed by the woman standing next to her, but her senses got muddled sometimes and she wasn’t always keen that she was making conversation with a witch.

Turning her attention back to the woman, she gave a small smile with her response “I’m… here to leave some offerings for the person who died. I… didn’t know them personally or anything I’m just… hoping that their soul is in a better place now.”

#c:river #river #c

tazettas

Madison squashed down the sinking feeling that the woman before her was, if not exactly a hippie, somebody very, very close to it. The modern day witch may tend to this kind of behavior as a cover, she reminded herself. Better not to rule out options too quickly. Nevertheless, the woman’s inhuman status was unlikely at best. Taking reassurance in her conviction, Madison continued on, setting down the ring she had been absently toying with. The gems set in them winked in the odd lighting, and she wondered just who would buy such an ostentatious ring.

Slowly making her way closer to the counter, she did her best not to appear too interested; it was meant to be a causal investigation, after all. The woman had expressed her belief in magic-workers; and the prospect of them existing in everyday life, as the shopkeeper had said, was worrying. How many of her classmates were witches? Even more worrying was the idea that they were impossible to perceive—her ancestor had been guided by his righteousness, records had stated. Madison wash’t all too sure of that virtue herself. Hence the need to seek out information.

"Well, I’m sure you’ve noticed the absurdly high number of urban legends in town. Usually, for a small town like this, there’s one or two, but Bindlebrim has just a little too many, you know what I mean? There’s Wraith Wood and it’s ever-present fog, even in the middle of summer. The Devil’s Crossing too, I suppose, although I’ve never managed to find out if that one’s actually true…" Making sure to look the shopkeeper in the eyes, Madison gestured abstractly, attempting to illustrate her point. "And, of course, Judge Hasting’s witch trials." She left it there, with further no comment. Madison knew that if she’d gone on for longer, her ability to maintain her casual air would be dubious, at the very best.

the-lady-lavender

The blonde’s reaction confused Lavender, if only for the fact that non-believers and skeptics were usually a type that Lavender knew well enough how to deal with. It almost seemed like the blonde woman was trying to instigate some kind of specific conversation with Lavender. What that conversation was, she didn’t know, and she disliked it immensely when people were purposefully difficult or obviously came to her with ulterior motives. While Lavender didn’t have a keen enough perception to catch all of the individuals who approached her with dubious intent, the way the words urban legends rolled off the woman’s tongue implied some kind of doubt to the paranormal.

She kept her courteous demeanor in conversing with the woman, but she leaned back in her chair as the blonde approached the counter. The notion to poke at the woman’s convictions to find exactly what she was getting at became Lavender’s goal. Maybe she could convince her of the supernatural, or at least gain an insight into how some of the oblivious townsfolk functioned in Bindlebrim. “Yes… there’s lots of mysteries and unexplainable phenomena in Bindlebrim… it’s almost kind of magical, don’t you think? Like something else is at work here, something else that can’t really be explained through our human lenses.”

Lavender cleared her throat, averting her gaze momentarily while the woman mentioned the witch trials “You know I… haven’t been in Bindlebrim all that long. I don’t know specifically the details about the witch trials here.”

#c:madison #madison #c

the-lady-lavender

the bargain // lavender & lydia

lydiaxdimir

Lydia had one of her sisters bring Lavender to her office in her sorority house; she couldn’t be bothered to greet the pestering human in person. She remembered when the eccentric woman first arrived in Bindlebrim in her worn out car, causing a discrepancy in the somewhat normalcy of its residents. She remembered how the woman reached out to Lydia first, sensing her magic and identifying her as a witch. Lydia, however, constantly rejected Lavender’s attempts to reach out to her. Lydia knew what she was doing. To starve a person of what they want would only cause them to yearn more for what they desire. She could sometimes see Lavender’s same worn out car driving close to the sorority house and would laugh at her zeal. What Lavender didn’t know was that over eagerness was a major weakness, especially with someone like Lydia who wouldn’t mind exploiting the supernatural aware human for her own purposes.

Hearing the door to her office open, Lydia’s icy blue eyes pierced into Lavender’s approaching form. She was already expecting her, and Lydia did require all of her guests to be punctual. Giving her a friendly smile, Lydia motioned the woman to sit down on the chair in front of her. “Thank you, Lorelai. You can leave me and Ms. Mirael alone now.” Giving her sorority sister a slight nod, the girl left the room. So what really inspired Lydia’s change of heart? She could have easily continued to drag poor Lavender along for what could have been eternity.

“So, Lavender… What do you think inspired my change of heart?” Lydia played with her hair, she was toying her right now, trying to gather some sort of reaction. “What do you think piqued my interest this time, given that I’ve denied speaking to you so many times before?” She stared at Lavender coolly. “Before we start any type of negotiation, I first want you to prove your worth to me… I know you’re somewhat connected into the talks of the town, are there any notable witch hunters out and about? Sure a couple have dropped by your store, to look out for someone like me doing some shopping. Are there any threats to me and my sisters?” Lydia constantly poked at the woman, seeing if she’ll toughen up or fall weak. Eyeing her bag curiously, “As for your supposed artifacts… Do show.” Her eyes sparked.

the-lady-lavender

Lavender was gracious as ever being brought into the office of the young witch, keeping herself as stiff and professional as she could possibly be. She minded to tuck her hands together before her, and not to let her gaze wander about the decorated interiors, lest she get distracted and make a fool of herself. In the presence of Lydia herself Lavender didn’t notice how solemn her expression had become, only smiling briefly when she was referred to take a seat. She was careful to sit upright in the posh chair, though, she leaned slightly forward on the arm rest in giving Lydia her full, undivided attention.

When the inquiries came, Lavender was more than ready to answer, fidgeting in her seat ever so slightly as she waited patiently for Lydia to finish so she could relay what she knew. She wanted to prove her worth, just as Lydia had said, so she could learn whatever spells the witch was willing to teach her.

“I can’t really say for certain, Lydia,” Lavender began slowly, and with a soft smile “I suppose it might have been because I offered to give you some of the artifacts I have in exchange for helping me…” Pulling her satchel up on to her lap, Lavender dug around for the artifacts, bringing out the pouch to hand eagerly to Lydia “Those are the two artifacts… two rings. Talismans, specifically… they’re hundreds of years old, forged by Gaulish druids… they’re for good luck, mostly.”

Leaving the pouch on the desk, Lavender returned to sitting upright, clearing her throat before she continued “Uh… There have been lots of skeptics that have visited my store but… no hunters specifically… a few werewolves have visited, but I don’t think many know I sell artifacts and instruments… I wouldn’t know any specific dangers to witches… yet.” She took a deep breath “But you should know that I will inform you immediately if I think there’s something happening that you should be aware of.”

#the bargain #lydia #p #//ayy yo it's fine!#// this is a good length #// thanks for understanding ~~

norah-adelman-deactivated201407

Norah’s eyes darted from the woman’s face to the pictures of the Anderson’s house. Whenever she looked at the house, she could simply feel the potential seeping out of every corner and she dearly wished she had a house just like this to decorate to her liking. Perhaps one day she’d turned that thought into a reality, it could be her final project, her masterpiece.

"Yes, it’s at the outskirts of the forest. Nice and quiet but rather isolated.", she replied with a smile. She realized she was speaking a little like a realtor agent would but then again house buyers were potential clients of hers too and it was second nature to her to approach meetings as business opportunities, it’s what had gotten her this far in her career.

the-lady-lavender

Lavender nodded, eyes rolling upward as she attempted to solidify the piece of information in her mind. Moving around so much, she had gotten used to the steep learning curve for any new environment or setting. The geography and mental lay out of the town came easily to her, but she just needed to fill in all the blanks.

“Outskirts of the forest… Do lots of people live outside of town?” she asked, her curiosity bubbling as she became engaged in the conversation. “I saw a couple of houses when I drove in… they seem really nice… but isolated, like you said,” she paused, adding with a smile “I couldn’t imagine living by myself out in the woods or anything… seems so lonely.”

#c:norah #norah #c

xtristanxfaustx

"Oh, I’m looking for money," he explained quickly, "I need money to keep my house up…unless you have something better to offer me." He shrugged slightly, the smile still on his face as he added, "I doubt you do, no offense. I just have so many things I don’t need anymore. It’s a shame you don’t deal in potions- I would have much more to offer you. But I do have a few instruments in my possession. It depends on what you’re looking for, and they’re all a bit too big to casually stroll through town with, especially if you aren’t interested. I can take you back to my place some time to look at them, if you’d like. But about the matter at hand." He tapped the counter slightly, trying to turn her attention back to the vials of blood. "I can get more where this came from, if you’re interested in keeping a supply. But for now I’m afraid I need the money."

He currently did not have any victims back at his home. His usual charm seemed to be lacking as of late, as he hadn’t been able to lure anyone back home in a month or two. It was boring for him, and he’d do anything to get such an interesting woman back to his house. Unfortunately, he was afraid he didn’t have much to offer her, and it would be up to her own curiousity whether she came back with him or not. At the moment, he was a little more concerned with the money. No victims meant no money to steal from them, and no money would mean no house soon enough.

Not that he wasn’t open to looking at her wares. He just doubted that anything would interest him enough to take priority over his bills. He was a werewolf after all, not a witch, and stores like these catered more to witches than to anyone like him. He just happened to know a great deal of information on what witches would buy. He was almost positive the woman at the counter wasn’t a witch, though, which threw him off a little. If she wasn’t a witch, why did she have a legitimate shop catering to witches?

the-lady-lavender

“Of course,” she smiled “I understand… like I said I don’t know if I have anything that would be of interest to you… most of what I have is for those with magical inclinations… and while everyone has the opportunity to dabble with magic… I guess what I’m trying to say is that what I can offer is mainly for those who know how to use it… know what they’re doing.”

Wiping her hair back, she nodded at his request, reaching over for the cash register. “So, how much do you want for the blood?” she inquired, turning her gaze back to him “Those are 20 milliliter vials, right?” Lavender waited for the man to make his offer, a bit wary of what he would ask of her for the blood. She knew the figures for human blood off the top of her head, but the price for werewolf blood varied from place to place. It was all dependent on the population and if anyone was capable enough to extract the blood. She certainly knew that she had enough funds to purchase werewolf blood, unless the man asked a ridiculous amount for it.

Subsequently after asking about the vials, Lavender’s mind shifted to the instruments the man mentioned. He had repeatedly brought up having things back at his place, and Lavender wondered if it was just a ploy the man was getting at. “Maybe…” she bit her lip “Are the instruments you have enchanted in any way?” She could almost hear his next remark go along the lines of: I wouldn’t know, you could come back to my place and judge for yourself, but, she still asked out of curiosity and faith that he had good intent. She was greedy, and prone to become shamelessly unethical in the face of valuables, but that was only if she knew the items even existed.

#c:tristan #tristan #c #// whoops sorry if this is kind of short

the bargain // lavender & lydia

In the wake of finally being granted an appointment with Lydia Dimir, Lavender tried to gather whatever resolve she could to muster in the hours leading up to they were scheduled to meet. Weeks of pestering the young witch had finally paid off and Lavender had ended up paying for Lydia’s time with priceless artifacts and talismans. She didn’t dare skimp on picking out the quality valuables out of her treasure trove to show to Lydia, but it was still a heartbreaking process to have to wager which artifacts she was going to have to fork over. She almost didn’t want to follow through with it, thinking up some excuse she’d tell the witch once they finally sat down together again, and while it was tempting, Lavender convinced herself she’d have the opportunity to probably pocket the artifact back at a later point in time. Or, at least, she might learn some useful spells from Lydia that would enhance her ability to pocket treasures in the first place. Through all of her thoughts and doubts, she still brought two small rings, held in a magicked pouch buried deep in her satchel.

It hadn’t been the first time that Lavender had made the trip to The Edens to visit the sorority Lydia was president of. In fact, in the height of her badgering habits she had found herself driving through that part of town every day for at least a week. Still, even with her confidence and excitement to finally be making process, she still felt the stinging twinge of being a complete outsider and stranger whenever she passed through the area. Her old car was plastered with shallow spiritual bumper stickers, and when she rolled her car into the parking lot, it stood out like a sore thumb to the newer, smooth and sleek cars all neatly arranged in pre-designated parking. Lavender’s mannerisms and way of life had never bothered her until she had to live on her own in a town where she couldn’t find anyone who remotely resembled her. The mission from god didn’t particularly help much, either, but faced with her insecurities, the only thing that would make her budge forward was a reminder of why she was really there.

That all it took to convince herself to face anything or anyone this town had to offer, and in hindsight, it was all very reckless and naïve, but Lavender didn’t see any other option. So there she was, ringing the doorbell to the Gamma Nu Omega sorority house, hoping that the witch that she had been bugging for the past month wouldn’t kill her and instead maybe teach her a few spells.

#the bargain #lydia #p #//kinda rambled a bit #//would it be alright if we could keep this under 400 words?#//just for convenience's sake

xtristanxfaustx

"Do you buy?" Tristan asked, digging through his pockets to pull out a couple of small vials and set them on the counter in front of him. "Since you cater to witches, I assume you’re familiar with blood types? This is werewolf blood- from the wolf form. Valuable to certain potions and the like."

Selling his own blood and the blood of enemy wolfs was the only way he could make money to afford his house, not having a paying job. He normally had to sell to witches directly, but if this store was legitimate, she might be interested in buying them. If she was, it would make his life easier. If she wasn’t he would take it elsewhere.

"I also have some bigger items at home you may be interested in." he hinted, giving her a small smile, "But maybe not. I suppose you would have to come see them to tell me. I have a few collections of mostly werewolf related things, as well as some body parts that can be used in potions. If you’re a witch or potion maker yourself, you’d find them quite useful. I’m attempting to downsize, and I don’t need any of these things anymore, but I can’t just toss them out, either. Knowing they’re useful to witches and expensive objects is enough to stop me from that."

Not that he actually had anything of interest at home. He just wanted to lure her back to his place. But he did have a few collections to show her that she might find of interest, at least until he killed her. He wanted her money first, though, if she was willing to buy from him. And then he would try to take her back home and kill her. Priorities.

the-lady-lavender

Lavender was again, awestruck for a moment by the sudden revelation that the man in front of her was versed in magick craft and was offering to sell her werewolf blood of all things. Her mouth was agape when he pulled out the small vials, reaching out for one mindlessly once he had set it out on the table. It was too late once she realized what she was doing, as her hand had already nabbed a vial and was turning it over to spot any obvious impurities in the red liquid. She paused, placing the vial back down to give her full attention to the man presenting her with such an interesting offer.

“I do indeed buy, and I do indeed buy werewolf blood… I had no clue that someone was selling, in town, at least. Are you wanting money or something else for the blood?” she inquired, leaning forward slightly as she thought out her strategies to barter with the man “… I’m fine with either, but I wouldn’t know if I’d have any items that’d be good compensation for the blood, unless you’re looking for something specific.”

Was this man a hunter? He may have been, and Lavender looked him over with an incredulous look before she continued the conversation. “Bigger items? Hmm…” she swallowed. It was hard not to picture the items he mentioned as opportunities for profit, but she was having reservations about engaging in a deal with a man who just happened to have body parts to barter with.

“It depends on exactly what items they are… I’m interested in blood, but I don’t know what I’d do with what all else you mentioned. Like you said, I do cater to witches, but I sell instruments… among other things. I’m afraid I don’t deal much with potions,” she smiled apologetically.

#c:tristan #tristan #c #//selling blood and body parts??#//seems legit

xtristanxfaustx

Tristan had seen the store before, but today finally had the time to go in. He was curious about stores like these- in a town like Bindlebrim they popped up everywhere, but were normally closed down before long. They were stores that no one cared about because everything in them was faked. Very rarely did one come across a real magick store, and he wanted to see if this was one of them. He wasn’t a witch, no, but sometimes they had items that were dedicated to werewolves or would buy items (such as fur, saliva, or blood) from werewolves. That was generally how he made his money. That and stealing, of course.

The bell tinkled when he stepped inside and immediately a fresh array of aromas hit his nostrils. His advanced sense of smell made him cringe, but he managed to step farther into the store nonetheless, not being completely overwhelmed after a few short moments.

He looked over at the storekeeper when she spoke and gave her a small smile, heading up to the counter. “I suppose I just had a few questions,” he offered, “To be honest with you, I wanted to see if this store was real or not. So many of these stores come up with fake items that mean nothing, you know?” He looked around the shope briefly. “You seem different.”

He had a thing for humans. He loved them. He would never take a human on as a mate, but they amused him entirely. It was that kind of love. He liked to bring them back to his house in the woods and tie them up, where he would perform experiments on them until they begged for mercy and he got tired and tore their hearts out for his collection.

He vaguely wondered if this woman would be any different from the rest of the humans he had met. What did she know? Could she tell he was a werewolf? Did she even know they existed? This conversation could be the best one he’s had all day, if he played his cards right and things went according to plan. It didn’t matter what she knew, in the long run, but he could get what he wanted much easier if she was aware.

the-lady-lavender

Lavender had observed that mundane men weren’t often the type to wander into spiritual establishments, nor were they the type to ever profess any genuine or good-hearted interest in what she had to sell should they end up in one. It instantly denoted an interest from Lavender whenever a man entered the store, because more often than not, it was someone who had a better understanding of magic than the normal customer (which wasn’t much to begin with, but Lavender would work with whatever she got). So it was almost a surprise to her to find the figure of a man standing in the entrance to her shop, but she could feel the tingling sensation on her fingers that indicated this man wasn’t just a man. A witch, perhaps? But Lavender was familiar enough with the distinct mixture of magical and human blood that witches possessed and radiated, and the raw aura she could gather from the man didn’t resemble that at all.

It was one of her first instances in Bindlebrim where Lavender fully realized she was truly dealing with someone who wasn’t human. It was almost exciting to her, and a grin grew wide on her face when he addressed her, remarking that her wares were different. “Do I? It might be because these items are real… this shop is real… I’d hate to sell anybody anything that wasn’t genuine,” she smiled through the blatant lie “What questions did you have? I’d be happy to help in any way I can.”

#c:tristan #tristan #c #//whoops this is a bit short #//sorry

tazettas

Madison had passed by the strange shop many times before, but the tourist-slash-mantlepiece decoration display had deterred her; initially out of fear of being seen patronizing this kind of establishment, and later on out of sheer incredulity. The shop’s name didn’t even have vowels, for God’s sake!

Inhaling, she pulled up her resolve and stepped in. Immediately the scents of the shop, distinctly herbal in nature, hit her like a wave, prompting her to blink, disorientated. She could almost taste the incense. The blonde loitered in the doorway, looking around with wide eyes at the rather…interesting selection. Shifting on the spot, her face betrayed how unsure she was; the cloying smell of herbs combined with the varied displayed greatly confused her. Never in her life had she been in an establishment of this kind, and she was on unfamiliar ground.

The shopkeeper’s voice drew her out of her reverie, and Madison looked up, embarrassed. “Ah no…Just looking around.” To be honest, the whole shop looked too New Age to be genuine.

Nevertheless, Madison had to start somewhere, if she were to ever destroy Bindlebrim’s plague, and this kind of place seemed like it had potential. Things had changed since her ancestor’s time, but even now, she sincerely doubted that a genuine witch would run something of this sort. Which was a good thing, she reminded herself. There was no way that she could, in her inexperience, face a witch by herself.

Steeling her resolve, she drew a pleasant smile to her face, using her most pleasant tone, light and casual. “Actually, Miss Shopkeeper, there is one thing. Do you believe in witches?” she asked, looking up from the crystal display.

the-lady-lavender

It was disheartening to be dismissed by the woman who entered Lavender’s shop, as the eagerness to involve herself with something active was gnawing at her. “Alright then, just let me know if you have any questions…” her words tapered off, and she responded quietly enough in the first place that it was sure the blonde didn’t even hear her. Awkward as it was sitting idly while someone perused the store, Lavender knew it was in better taste to at least appear like she was engaged in something else. She sensed an air of skepticism in how the woman approached the displays, judging that the blonde wouldn’t dawdle all too long in her store anyway.

Reaching down into her bright, orange colored satchel, she minded to pull out a book or two along with her phone. She always tried to sit and read books, but she seemed to be distracted too easily from the contents of the book. Three weeks and she’d only managed a hundred pages or so in the paperback that sat before her, and she only managed to read a couple of sentences before she heard the woman speak to her again.

The inquiry, and the reference to her status as Miss Shopkeeper drew her attention away from the book to the woman in confusion. It took her a few moments to process what she had even said before Lavender gave her a soft smile “Well… yes, I do believe in witches… they exist alongside us in our everyday lives… we don’t perceive them but yes, they are there…. Why do you ask?”

#c:madison #madison #c #// omg yes #// tbh this is popcorn worthy

Tending to the store was lulling activity on most occasions, as most of the encounters Lavender had with patrons were few and far in between. She was adamant to try her best, to keep everything organized and to stay productive in the midst of uneventful afternoons. There were only so many times she could fix a display, however, and in the wake of sitting aimlessly in a store for hours on end, she found herself becoming bored. Bored was arguably the worst mental state for Lavender to be in, as her mind would wander and concoct schemes to pocket valuables from unsuspecting parties, all for her own gain and amusement. Well, amusement wasn’t entirely the right word, since she’d developed enough of a conscious to give herself a mental slap on the wrist as a penalty for ever considering such endeavors. Still, it was easy for her to convince herself that she was worth it: she could rightful earn property through theft, since she’d gone through the trouble of acquiring it in the first place.

It was only somewhat redeemable that she tried to only sell items that had been acquired through honest means. The secret menu was a whole other matter, however, and even though Lavender would lie outright to try and sell what she could, she could not say with a clear conscience that any of the more magically endowed items she sold were authentically obtained. She minded to clear their energies constantly because of this, lest anyone inquire about fraud or slander her reputation.

Yet, in was in the middle of her contemplations and fantasies about stolen treasure that she finally realized someone had entered the store. Finally, someone had dropped by, and she was too busy imagining enchanted gems and crystals to hear the bells chime against the movement of the door.

“Hi,” She called out, almost hesitantly “… Do you need any help?”

#bbh starters #//don't feel the need to match this at all

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