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It was a day of opportunities if you want. I was still basking in the financial afterglow of my last job, a good amount of money that should see me through the while, get myself some new clothes, perhaps even pay rent. But before all that, there had been me wanting to buy something, something of high value and regard for those that knew anything about the occult. It was a book, and it was thin but full of all sorts of power, if you knew how to use it right. And I'd learn quickly, I knew people... well, not really, I was more than a little cut off from the underground world of witchcraft. But I was making do.
The store wasn't too far from my apartment, so I didn't have to waste money on getting a taxi or something. Weaving my way through crowds, I pulled out a cigarette carton, rattled it. Two left. Damn, I'd have to get another. Already. I needed to cut back. Oh well. Taking one out and lighting up, I wandered towards the bookstore. Very cleverly disguised. From the outside, it looked like your average bookstore, a run down one as well. Any normal person wouldn't look twice at it. But I, and anyone else who knew such spells, knew better. Stepping through, I felt the familiar, feather-light tingle of penetrating the cloaking spell, and peered in. Much better.
Shelves upon shelves of old books, but important ones. You could almost feel the energy radiating from them. Fuck, I loved this store. Walking over to the desk, I smiled winningly at the clerk. "Hey, Chris," I said, and didn't flinch as the dmeon looked at me. He looked human, save for the gills and the bright orange eyes. "You know that book I wanted to buy last week? And I couldn't afford it? Well, guess what?"
"Now you think you can?"
"Yes! Wait, what?"
"We raised the price, pretty boy."
"How much."
"Another fifty."
...ouch. "You have to be fucking joking," I murmured, staring at the demon in disbelief. He shrugged and I ran my hands through my hair. "Nonono. I told you I wanted that book. Why the hell did you raise the price?"
"It was getting people interested. You know how it is, Raoul."
Bastard. Bastard! That scrawny, gill-necked, orange-eyed, demonic git. I would have torn his throat out if his blood didn't sear human skin. Taking a drag from my smoke, I glared at him, and paced, trying to think of what to do now.
(Open to Ethan Rayne.)
The store wasn't too far from my apartment, so I didn't have to waste money on getting a taxi or something. Weaving my way through crowds, I pulled out a cigarette carton, rattled it. Two left. Damn, I'd have to get another. Already. I needed to cut back. Oh well. Taking one out and lighting up, I wandered towards the bookstore. Very cleverly disguised. From the outside, it looked like your average bookstore, a run down one as well. Any normal person wouldn't look twice at it. But I, and anyone else who knew such spells, knew better. Stepping through, I felt the familiar, feather-light tingle of penetrating the cloaking spell, and peered in. Much better.
Shelves upon shelves of old books, but important ones. You could almost feel the energy radiating from them. Fuck, I loved this store. Walking over to the desk, I smiled winningly at the clerk. "Hey, Chris," I said, and didn't flinch as the dmeon looked at me. He looked human, save for the gills and the bright orange eyes. "You know that book I wanted to buy last week? And I couldn't afford it? Well, guess what?"
"Now you think you can?"
"Yes! Wait, what?"
"We raised the price, pretty boy."
"How much."
"Another fifty."
...ouch. "You have to be fucking joking," I murmured, staring at the demon in disbelief. He shrugged and I ran my hands through my hair. "Nonono. I told you I wanted that book. Why the hell did you raise the price?"
"It was getting people interested. You know how it is, Raoul."
Bastard. Bastard! That scrawny, gill-necked, orange-eyed, demonic git. I would have torn his throat out if his blood didn't sear human skin. Taking a drag from my smoke, I glared at him, and paced, trying to think of what to do now.
(Open to Ethan Rayne.)