3rd Spell

[eastwick_bitch]

audio {radio broadcast}:;

I, the one and only Nanette Ahnelu N'Ancy, living decent of Cleopatra Queen of the Nile, have returned from a world tour. Please, call me Mistress Nancy we can be friends. I am in your service New York, in the same way  I served the crown heads of Europe. The past, the future and ether are within my sight.

But let my powers

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[makes_you_tick]

Gabriel certainly doesn't go searching, but he does like a walk through Central Park. So when he sees her tent, he remembers the words on the radio and wanders in. Before he got so busy as Sylar, he sort of enjoyed taking apart people like this.

"Hello?" He seems hesitant as he looks inside.

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[eastwick_bitch]

[Mistress Nancy, as she so calls herself now, is in the middle of what looks like some kind of meditation. Her eyes flicker while shut one more second until she opens them as though doused with cold water. For a long moment she stares at him.]

Hello. Your shadows are noisy. Did you know that?

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[makes_you_tick]

[ He raises an eyebrow until it's visible behind those heavy glasses of his. This was an interesting start. ]

My shadows?

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[eastwick_bitch]

[She thinks nothing of the stare at all. Besides she's got her own going on right back at him, serious and analytical.]

Yes. You must see them. One of them is light, feathery...new. [Nancy points to the right as though there is enough light to make anything distinct. Her finger doesn't stay. It moves to the left of him, purposely going around him, finger never pointing at his body.] The other, it's heavy, very heavy. The original.

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[makes_you_tick]

[ Well, that's oddly specific. And partially wrong, but he respects her making such a wild guess. He stares at her for a moment, then takes his glasses off, strangely in order to get a better look at her. ]

How can I have two shadows? The one's not enough? [small smile]

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[eastwick_bitch]

How does anyone have any kind of shadow. They stand in light. You stand in two different kinds and have a purpose for both.

[Nancy shrugs, though there is so much more to tell. She's dropped a pebble in, and look how the ripples move.]

Be my guest and stay awhile. There are no snakes here. I have no love or fear of them as my ever so great grandmother had.

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[makes_you_tick]

Snakes aren't so bad. One merely has to know how to handle them.

[All right, she's hooked him. There's something different about this one, moreso than the claims of Egypt and Europe. He steps closer and gives her something of a knowing smile, slipping one hand in his pocket.]

So if my shadows are so noisy, just what are they saying?

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[eastwick_bitch]

Oh yes. But never to your bosom. However dear and trusted.

[She splays a hand over open space, motioning to some pillows and cushions. To be a kind hostess of course.]

They try to reason with one another, they don't know why there are two of them. Especially when they know that one of them will die. Much like other two headed animals. One head or no heads. The blood can divide for so long.

[Nancy puts her palms together and holds them to her lips to divide her smile in two before she holds them out to the stranger.]

You know about blood.

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[makes_you_tick]

It'd be foolish to trust a snake with much at all, but especially with one's heart.

[ Which meant Dawn was in for a surprise someday. But he honestly couldn't give her up if he tried. He nods at her gesture, and manages to find a comfortable spot to sink into them.

The talk about the shadows makes him still, because while it seemed wrong at first, he can interpret it. Does she know about his secret life? She couldn't be a real seer, maybe she'd found him somewhere.

He looks down at her hands, then back up at her eyes, obviously more cautious.]

What do I know of blood? I'm a watchmaker.

[No lies, not yet. Despite his tendency towards deception, he does like to tell the direct truth as much as possible. It's like a game.]

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[eastwick_bitch]

Trusting animals with anything is foolish.

[Perhaps she holds her hands to show that she has nothing of harm. Nothing physical of course. Or to offer up knowledge in the only way she knows how.]

You hold a small mastery of time. Time is money...and don't we know how people react when money is involved?

[Nancy leans forward.]

Let me see your hands.

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[makes_you_tick]

[ Her description of his profession (well, his first profession) calms him a little. Less specific is good. Perhaps he'd overreacted a bit, which she of course has now seen. ]

All right. [ he turns his hands palms up and holds them out to her. ] I've never understood this part- what is it you can see in my hands?